Chapter 627 You will not die well...
When Mu Xin heard Meng Weilan's fierce abuse and curses, he just curled the corners of his mouth in contempt and revealed a disdainful sneer.
Then, she bent down slightly and looked at Meng Weilan closely, as if she was admiring the struggle of a loser.
"Hmph, you'd better not waste your energy and save it."
"To tell you the truth, your dear husband has already died, and it's your turn next!"
Mu Xin said this in a cold tone, without a trace of mercy in his words.
When Meng Weilan heard this, she felt like she was struck by lightning and she froze in place.
She couldn't believe what she heard and turned her head suddenly with a look of shock.
As far as the eye could see, Shen Minglang's tall body seemed to have his soul sucked out, and he collapsed to the ground limply.
His eyes were closed, his face was as pale as paper, and there was a trace of blood that had not yet dried at the corner of his mouth. He looked extremely miserable.
Seeing this scene, Meng Weilan felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife, and an uncontrollable sadness erupted like a volcano.
"No...husband..."
She cried out heart-wrenchingly, her voice trembling and sad, filled with endless sorrow and despair.
Tears poured out of her eyes like a flood, running down her cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground.
Meng Weilan wanted to crawl to Shen Minglang's side immediately and hug his gradually cooling body tightly.
However, she herself was also seriously injured, and every movement involved the wound, causing piercing pain to spread throughout her body.
But the intense sadness drove her to move forward desperately, even if it was just a little bit further.
However, no matter how hard she tried, her severely injured body made it impossible for her to move at all, and she could only struggle in vain.
"What's wrong? Are you sad, Mrs. Shen?" Mu Xin sneered.
Meng Weilan lost control of her emotions when she heard this. Her eyes turned red and flashed with madness.
She gritted her teeth, endured the waves of severe pain in her body, and tried her best to mobilize the only remaining spiritual power in her body.
These spiritual powers are like a candle in the wind and may go out at any time.
But Meng Weilan no longer cared about so much. At this moment, she had only one thought - revenge!
She raised her right hand, pointed her palm at Mu Xin, and gathered all her spiritual power into one place.
In an instant, a faint ray of spiritual light shot out from her palm.
Although the light was dim, it contained Meng Weilan's anger and hatred. It was like an arrow shot from a bow, carrying a fierce momentum, and whistling towards Mu Xin.
However, Meng Weilan was already at the end of her strength at this time. This attack seemed powerful, but in fact it was just a show.
The spiritual light was swaying in the air, flying very slowly, as if it would disappear at any time.
Mu Xin looked at Meng Weilan's desperate move and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
She waved her hand nonchalantly, easily neutralizing Meng Weilan's final attack.
As the light faded, Meng Weilan collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball.
Her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if the fire of life had quietly gone out.
"Given your current state, you actually dream of taking my life? You really overestimate your own abilities."
Mu Xin sneered repeatedly, and his eyes were full of mockery when he looked at Meng Weilan.
She gently waved the Akagi Soul Whip with her jade hand, and the tip of the whip was like a nimble venomous snake, instantly wrapping around Meng Weilan's neck.
"Today is the end of your Shen family!"
Mu Xin's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, flashing with chilling murderous intent.
Meng Weilan, whose neck was tightly wrapped by the Akagi Soul Whip, felt that breathing suddenly became difficult and her face turned red instantly.
Her hands instinctively reached for her neck and she desperately tore at the deadly whip, trying to break free.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move the whip at all.
Instead, because of the excessive force, her own finger joints turned white and blood even began to seep from her fingertips.
Extreme fear and despair surged in her heart, and Meng Weilan's eyes widened as if her eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets.
Her body struggled violently and uncontrollably, her feet stomping on the ground randomly, raising clouds of dust.
"You...you can't kill me...please...let me go..."
Meng Weilan used all her strength to squeeze these words out from the depths of her throat, her voice as thin and trembling as a mosquito's.
However, facing Meng Weilan's pleading, Mu Xin's heart was frozen and he remained indifferent.
Mu Xin stared at Meng Weilan closely, and tightened the red wood soul whip in his hand even more, as if he wanted to transform all the hatred into a tight force.
"Humph, when you were exterminating my Mu family, did you ever show any mercy?"
"Have you ever thought about what you would end up like today? This is the retribution you deserve!"
Mu Xin's voice was cold as ice, without any emotion.
Every word was like a sharp ice cone, piercing Meng Weilan's already broken heart.
At this moment, Meng Weilan was struggling desperately in extreme pain, but the tightly tightened Akagi Soul Whip made her resistance seem so powerless.
As time passed, Meng Weilan's face turned from white to blue, and then gradually turned into a terrifying purple.
There was a constant "gurgling" sound coming from her throat, as if a dying bird was making its last cry.
Despite this, she still refused to give up, and seemed to want to use her last bit of strength to say something to beg for mercy or to defend herself.
Unfortunately, the god of fate did not favor her. The whip around her throat eventually deprived her of the right to speak.
Finally, after a painful struggle, Meng Weilan's life gradually died out.
Her eyes became empty and lifeless, staring straight at the ceiling above her head, as if there was hope and salvation hidden there that she would never be able to reach in this life.
As her breathing stopped, her body went limp bit by bit like a deflated ball.
"Mu Xin, you... you will die a miserable death..."
Meng Weilan used up the last of her strength to utter this curse.
She completely lost her vitality and turned into a cold and lifeless body.
Seeing that Meng Weilan was no longer alive, Mu Xin loosened his grip on the Akagi Soul Whip.
The whip made a crisp sound when it hit the ground, like a funeral song, announcing Meng Weilan's departure.
Meng Weilan's already cold body fell weakly to the ground, raising a small cloud of dust.
Mu Xin slowly straightened up and looked down at Meng Weilan's body.
Although Shen Minglang and Meng Weilan had died, the raging fire of hatred in her heart did not diminish in the slightest.
She knew very well that the scene before her was just the prelude to the revenge drama.
Behind her, there are families such as the Shen family, the Meng family, the He family, the Jin family and the Wang family waiting for her to seek justice.
The crimes they had committed were still fresh in my mind, and each and every one of them was so heinous.
And now, Mu Xin swore to make these people pay with blood and pay a heavy price for the evil deeds they did in the past!