Chapter 1186
Serena crouched beside him, too lazy to waste her breath.
She flipped her fingers, and a few silver needles gleamed between them.
“I won’t kill you p>
Her voice was faint, as if taking a life was as simple as lifting a finger. At this close distance, Patrick could truly feel the freezing intent in her gaze. In that moment, he believed she had it in her to kill. And that she had likely killed before.
His heart hammered wildly, his eyes wide with sheer terror. Only now did he realize he didn’t know the girl who had acted as his daughter for twenty years at all.
Patrick’s voice trembled. “You… you p>
“Killing you would only dirty my hands,” Serena said, raising her hand. The needles descended without a single fluctuation in her tone. “If you went down there, you’d only disgust Grandma Aria p>
“Ah p>
Patrick let out a blood-curdling scream that tore through the room. His entire body convulsed, his veins popping as cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes. His eyes bulged in absolute agony.
To his utter horror, he realized his limbs were entirely unresponsive. It wasn’t just a lack of strength; he couldn’t feel them at all.
“What… what did you do to me?!” he demanded in a panic.
Serena put away the needles, her voice icy. “I sealed your motor nerves, and incidentally… amplified your pain receptors tenfold. From today on, you’ll rot in this mud like a cripple, enduring the excruciating pain of your bones tearing every single day. Of course, I won’t let you die. I’ll make sure you don’t even have the strength to take your own life p>
Patrick convulsed on the ground, his screams piercing the air. Every slight movement sent a tearing, agonizing pain through his body.
The sight left the others trembling in the corner.
Serena glanced at them, a cold smirk curling her lips. “No one in this world can undo my needles. Don’t bother looking for a doctor. He’s stuck like this for the rest of his life p>
Her smile grew even more chilling. “Didn’t you despise the backcountry the most? Didn’t you think Grandma Afia was dirty? Then spend the rest of your lives rotting in the place you look down on most, atoning for her death in despair and agony p>
She turned and walked toward the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll have people watching you. None of you will escape. Weren’t you a loving family? Then stay tied together forever, torturing each other until you die p>
She walked out the gate, entirely deaf to their despairing wails.
Outside the yard.
The Old Man stood under the locust tree, shaking his flask. It was empty.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up. “I thought you were going to kill them p>
He lowered his flask, letting out an imperceptible sigh of relief as he heard the screams from inside.
Serena dug up two jars of liquor
from the corner of the wall. Grandma Aria had brewed them years ago. She brushed off the dirt, handed one to her Master, and
walked toward the hillside “kreally wanted to kill them But I was afraid they’d disturb Grandma’s peace down there p>