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Chapter 693: Accusing Various Evil Deeds
The villagers spoke one after another, accusing Meng Ming of all the evil deeds he had done during his lifetime. There was not a trace of sympathy in their words, but instead a sense of relief.

Lin Ke stood aside, listening quietly, frowning slightly. Although he had no good feelings towards Meng Ming, and even hated him, he still felt uncomfortable when he heard the villagers' cold and ruthless words.

Wang Xinxin's face turned even paler, and her body trembled slightly. Although she was also afraid of Meng Ming, it was a human life after all, and it disappeared right before her eyes, which still made her feel extremely scared and uneasy.

At this moment, a sharp and piercing sound broke the tranquility of the mountain village in the early morning.

"My son! Who harmed you? You died such a tragic death!"

A fat woman with messy hair stumbled into the crowd, threw herself on Meng Ming's body, and burst into tears.

This woman was Meng Ming's mother, and everyone in the village called her Mrs. Meng.

Mrs. Meng cried heart-wrenchingly, as if she wanted to vent all her sorrow and pain.

She cried and slapped Meng Ming's face, muttering, "Son, wake up! Don't scare me! How can I live if you leave?"

Lin Ke looked at the scene in front of him with mixed feelings. He knew that although Mrs. Meng doted on her son, they were still connected by heart, and now that the old woman was sending the young one away, one could imagine the pain in her heart.

However, the villagers showed no sympathy at all, but instead showed expressions of disgust.

"Why are you crying? You deserve to die!"

"That's right! Don't you have any idea of ​​your son's character?"

"It's better to die! So that you won't come out to cause trouble to others again!"

The villagers blamed Meng Po mercilessly, as if she was the culprit.

When Mrs. Meng heard the villagers' accusations, her crying stopped abruptly. She raised her head suddenly, her eyes red, and glared at the crowd around her fiercely like a wounded beast.

"You...you still have no conscience! My son is dead, not only do you have no sympathy, but you also say such sarcastic words!" Meng Po roared, her voice hoarse and sharp.

"Conscience? Does your son still have a conscience? When he was alive, have you forgotten how you and your son bullied others?" a villager retorted fearlessly.

"That's right! You and your son are the scourge of the village! Now, retribution has come!" another villager echoed.

The villagers were outraged and accused Meng Po and her son of their crimes. No one sympathized with their plight.

Mrs. Meng was almost driven crazy by the villagers' words. She struggled to get up from the ground, pointed at the villagers' noses, and cursed: "You...you cold-blooded beasts! My son is dead, are you all happy? I tell you, my son's death will not be in vain! I will go find someone to avenge my son!"

As she cursed, she looked around, as if looking for someone to take revenge on.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on Lin Ke, and a gleam of resentment flashed in her eyes.

"It's you! You killed my son!" Mrs. Meng pointed at Lin Ke and yelled hysterically, "You forced my son to death!"

Meng Mu's cries were like a sharp knife, piercing into the originally quiet morning in the mountain village.

The villagers came upon hearing the noise, and gathered in groups of three or four at the entrance of the Lin family's courtyard, talking about the matter.

"What's going on? Why are you crying so early in the morning?"

"Who else could it be? Granny Meng! Her precious son is dead!"

"Dead? How did he die?" "Who knows? Maybe he did something immoral and got his retribution!"

The villagers were whispering to each other, looking at Mrs. Meng with no sympathy in their eyes, but instead a hint of gloating.

Mrs. Meng didn't care about all this. Her mind and eyes were now filled with her son's death. She just wanted to find a scapegoat to vent her grief and anger.

She pointed at Lin Ke and cried out at the top of her lungs: "It's you! You killed my son!"

Lin Ke stood in the crowd, looking at Meng Po expressionlessly, his eyes cold and sharp, as if he could see through all her inner thoughts.

The villagers' eyes all fell on Lin Ke, with a hint of curiosity, a hint of inquiry, and a hint of barely perceptible hostility.

They all knew that Lin Ke was a foreigner, a guest brought by Wang Xinxin, and was not the same kind of person as them.

Now, Mrs. Meng insisted that it was Lin Ke who killed her son, and the villagers naturally believed it.

After all, in their eyes, although Meng Ming was a bit of a jerk, his crime did not deserve the death penalty, and Lin Ke, the stranger who suddenly appeared, became the most suspicious person.

"You...what else do you have to say?" Seeing that Lin Ke didn't say anything, Mrs. Meng thought that he was guilty, so she became even more arrogant and pointed at his nose and cursed, "You murderer! Pay for my son's life!"

Lin Ke looked at Mrs. Meng coldly, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

"I killed your son? Do you have evidence?" Lin Ke's voice was calm and powerful, without a trace of panic.

"Evidence? My son is dead, and you still want to deny it?" Mrs. Meng was enraged by Lin Ke's attitude. Like an enraged female beast, she pounced on Lin Ke with her fangs and claws bared, "I'm going to fight you!"

Lin Ke was prepared and dodged Meng Po's attack by moving sideways, then grabbed her wrist and twisted it hard.

"Ah!" Mother Meng let out a scream and collapsed to the ground, her wrist painfully pinched by Lin Ke.

"What do you want to do?" Lin Ke looked down at Mrs. Meng, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "Want to take action? You are not worthy!"

Mother Meng was frightened by Lin Ke's aura and dared not do anything else. She could only sit on the ground and cry loudly.

"Murder! Help! Someone is going to kill someone!"

The villagers saw this scene, but no one stepped forward to stop it. They just watched coldly, as if it had nothing to do with them.

In their opinion, although Mrs. Meng was aggressive, Lin Ke was not someone to be trifled with, and they did not want to get into trouble.

"Shut up!" A cold voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

Wang Xinxin walked out of the crowd, stood beside Lin Ke, and looked at Meng Po coldly.

"What makes you say that Lin Ke killed your son? Do you have any evidence?" Wang Xinxin's voice, although soft, carried an unquestionable majesty.

Mrs. Meng was frightened by Wang Xinxin's momentum, but when she thought of her son's tragic death, the grief and anger in her heart surged up again.

"Evidence? My son is dead, this is the evidence!" Mrs. Meng pointed at Meng Ming's body on the ground and cried, "He was fine yesterday. It was only after he got together with you that..."

"That's enough!" Lin Ke interrupted Mrs. Meng in a harsh voice. "You know what kind of person your son is! He died because of his own fault. It has nothing to do with me!"

(End of this chapter)