Chapter 656 A misunderstanding?

Chapter 656 A misunderstanding?

Especially the old patriarch of the Shen family, although he tried his best to maintain his dignity as the head of the family in front of the younger generations and forced himself to maintain a calm appearance.

But his trembling body and pale face had already ruthlessly exposed the deep fear in his heart.

Shen Minglang's younger brother Shen Minghao tightly covered his broken arm. Blood kept gushing out of the wound, staining his sleeves red.

His face was as pale as a piece of white paper, completely bloodless, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and he looked like he might faint at any moment.

Watching Mu Xin and Leng Yue walking towards him step by step, his eyes were as big as copper bells because of extreme fear, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to fall out of their sockets.

Shen Minghao's lips kept trembling, and he squeezed out trembling words from between his teeth:

"Mu Xin, you... you must not do anything rash!"

"Those things that happened back then were really... all just a misunderstanding!"

However, his voice was so trembling and guilty that it was hard to believe what he said.

Shen Minghao's eyes were wandering around, and he didn't dare to look into Mu Xin's hateful gaze for even a second.

He knew in his heart that Mu Xin would never let him go easily.

But his instinct for survival still made him desperately want to explain, trying to use these pale and powerless words to buy himself a glimmer of hope.

"That's right, Mu Xin, this is all a misunderstanding. Please be magnanimous and let us go." Shen Minghao's wife also begged for mercy in a trembling voice. There was crying in her voice and her body was shaking like a sieve.

"Misunderstanding?" Mu Xin seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He suddenly raised his head to the sky and burst into laughter.

The laughter was extremely mournful, like the cry of an owl in the cold night, and it kept echoing throughout the Shen family mansion.

"A misunderstanding? When your Shen family wiped out my Mu family, did you ever think that it was a misunderstanding? When you took human lives and plundered wantonly, did you ever feel a bit of guilt?"

Mu Xin's eyes were filled with anger and disdain. She spoke word by word, and every word seemed to carry endless hatred.

She raised her jade hand, swung the red wood soul whip in her hand down fiercely, and lashed it on the cold and hard ground.

There was a crisp "crack" sound, and the place where the whip tip touched the stone slab instantly burst open, with gravel flying everywhere and dust flying in the air.

Mu Xin shouted angrily: "Back then, your Shen family wanted to seize my Mu family's magic sword and fairy whip, as well as the so-called first family position, and actually killed my Mu family."

"When you wantonly burned, killed, and looted my Mu family, and eventually wiped out my entire family, did you ever think that you would end up like this?"

At this point, her chest rose and fell violently, and the hatred in her eyes became more intense, as if she could burn everything in front of her.

Mu Xin's eyes were cold, filled with endless hatred and ridicule, "Now you want to beg for mercy from me? Humph, it's too late!"

"The sins you have committed are too numerous to list. Today is the day for you to pay for your sins!"

After saying that, Mu Xin raised the red wood soul whip in his hand high up, like a sickle of judgment, hanging over the heads of everyone in the Shen family.

"No, don't..." Shen Minghao's wife screamed in horror, sharp and desperate.

Her face twisted instantly, and the fear in her eyes seemed to materialize like a haze, enveloping her entire body.

She moved her body in panic, trying to protect Shen Minghao with her weak body, but in the face of such overwhelming hatred, everything was in vain.

"Mu Xin, if you kill us, you will also be punished!" The old patriarch of the Shen family finally couldn't help it and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Retribution?" Mu Xin sneered, "Everything you Shen family has done is the real retribution! Today, I will make you pay for your evil deeds!"

"For so many years, I have endured humiliation and practiced diligently every day, all for this moment. The sins committed by your Shen family must be repaid today!"

As he spoke, Mu Xin swung the red wood soul whip in his hand fiercely towards Shen Minghao.

A red light flashed, Shen Minghao let out a scream, curled up into a ball, and rolled on the ground in pain.

Leng Yue watched quietly from the side, raising the sword in his hand slightly. The bloodstains on the sword became more dazzling under the sunlight.

Although he did not say anything, the firm murderous intent revealed in his eyes made the Shen family shudder.

He knew in his heart that the pain that Mu Xin had endured could only be washed away by the blood of these enemies.

"Please, spare us, we are willing to give you all our property." Shen Minglang's concubine cried and begged, her eyes full of despair.

"Property? What I want is your lives!" Mu Xin shouted angrily, approaching the Shen family step by step.

At this time, Shen Minglang's mother was so frightened that her face turned as pale as paper, completely bloodless. Her body seemed to have its spine pulled out, and she collapsed to the ground involuntarily.

She was in tears, her face was covered with snot, and her muddy snot and hot tears mixed together and rolled down her wrinkled cheeks. She looked extremely miserable.

She burst into tears, clasped her hands together tremblingly, and kept muttering:

"Mu Xin, Xin'er, do you still remember? When you were little, I held you in my arms. We had some affection for each other."

"Please, for the sake of our old friendship, please spare us." Shen Minglang's mother pleaded.

"All the things that happened in the past were because we were blinded by lard and bewildered. We made such big mistakes in a moment of confusion."

"We already know we were wrong, we really do. Please have some mercy on us. Please forgive us for our mistakes."

Shen Minglang's mother's voice became hoarse and sharp because of crying, as if it could penetrate the eardrum and reach the depths of the soul.

Her eyes were red and swollen, filled with despair and helplessness, and she tried to use the little affection she had left to morally blackmail Mu Xin.

At the same time, other younger generations of the Shen family also followed the example of their elders, kneeling on the ground in unison and kowtowed desperately.

Their foreheads collided with the hard ground again and again, making a bang bang bang sound, and soon the skin was broken. Blood flowed out of the wounds, staining the ground beneath their feet red.

These people kowtowed and cried for mercy. The cries and shouts rose and fell, interweaving into a miserable and sad melody.

"Mu Xin, please, let us go..." Shen Minghao's eldest son cried, his eyes full of fear. He secretly regretted in his heart why he was born in the Shen family and had to suffer such a disaster today.

"Yes, we know we were wrong. Please forgive me..." Shen Minghao's other son echoed, his voice trembling and his body shaking like a sieve.

His eyes were full of pleading when he looked at Mu Xin, as if a drowning man was grasping at a life-saving straw.

"That's right, I didn't do anything. It was my father, my grandparents and they killed your whole family, not us. If you want to kill someone, kill them, and just spare me..." shouted one of Shen Minglang's concubines.

Although there was fear in her eyes, there was also a hint of selfish cunning as she tried to shift all the blame onto her elders in exchange for a way out for herself.