Chapter 2 Let the entire Smith family be buried with Serena!

In the dim basement, dampness and blood intertwined, permeating every inch of space.

More than a dozen bloody figures were hung in the air, their hands tied tightly, their toes barely touching the ground. Many of them were already dead, and the rest were dying. It was like a scene from hell, causing Serena's pupils to shrink suddenly.

Although she knew that Tristan was ruthless, she was still shocked when she saw it with her own eyes.

“Mmm…Mmm.”

"Mmmmm."

When Tristan walked in, the rest of the people trembled, whimpered slightly, and their eyes were full of fear.

Serena could clearly feel the trembling in their bones.

Ethan came forward, " Tristan——"

"Kill them all." Tristan opened his thin lips slightly, his narrow eyes were like a bloodthirsty whirlpool, devoid of humanity.

"Change to another batch."

"Yes." Ethan took the order and signaled his men.

The mercenary stepped forward, stabbed the dagger into the heart, and dragged the body away. It was a cruel scene, and everyone was used to it, except Serena who was shocked.

She didn't sympathize with the murderer, it was just the first time she had seen this. In the past, Tristan had never let her see his bloody side.

Soon, a new group of people were brought in.

"Ask me once," Tristan lit the cigar with his slender fingers, and the smoke obscured his handsome but indifferent face.

"If you don't tell me, I'll cut off your tongue, amputate your limbs, and throw you into a snake pit." These words were calm, yet contained a suffocating murderous intent.

Everyone was terrified and trembling.

Ethan understood, "Tell me, who ordered this?"

Serena stayed by Tristan's side, witnessing him processing group after group of people, until she heard a familiar name - Samuel.

After learning the answer, Tristan returned to the room.

What? The one who hired someone to kill her was actually her uncle?

Serena was confused and couldn't believe it. Her uncle was her only relative in the world, why was it like this? If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would never believe it.

Tristan bathed repeatedly until there was no trace of blood, and then he lay down beside Serena's body.

"Serena, don't be afraid," he held her in his arms, buried his head in her neck and whispered, "Two days, at most two days, wait for me."

Two days? Serena's soul frowned, feeling that Tristan's plan went far beyond revenge.

The next day, Tristan picked countless white roses and piled them next to Serena, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a desperate smile.

White roses, Serena's love, are also unique to the Miller family estate. There are thousands of them in front of you, all picked by Tristan himself.

Serena looked at his scarred fingers and her heart ached again.

"Why do you have to do this?" she sighed.

"As long as Serena likes it, I'm happy with it." Tristan responded.

Can he hear her? Serena was shocked and covered her mouth.

She stretched out her hand tentatively, making sure he couldn't see it, then slowly put it down.

Tristan kissed her cold lips and left. Serena followed him in spirit to the basement.

Samuel was nailed to the stake, his elegance and elegance gone, and he looked unrecognizable. When he saw Tristan, it was like seeing an angel from hell, and he was filled with despair.

"Tristan, why did you arrest me?" he asked, but it sounded like he was begging.

Serena's soul stood in front of him, her eyes full of disappointment and ridicule. As a family, she knew Samuel well, and if he hadn't been guilty, he wouldn't have done this.

She smiled sadly, which was extremely funny.

The one she respected as a relative hired someone to kill her; the one she wanted to escape from avenged her.

She was wrong, completely and utterly wrong.

"Why?" Tristan strangled Samuel's neck, his expression ferocious and crazy, "My Serena , I can't bear to hurt her at all!"

His handsome face was full of murderous anger, his eyes were bloodshot, like a mad beast.

" Samuel, how dare you kill her?!" Tristan increased his strength and murderous intent, and Samuel soon died.

"Starting with you, the entire Smith family will be buried with Serena!"

Serena looked at his paranoia and gloom, feeling no disgust but only heartache.

She walked up to him and stroked his frowning brow with the void.

"Tristan, I'm sorry."

Tristan seemed to sense something, his hands trembled slightly, and his eyes were fixed on Serena's soul.

But in a flash, he laughed at himself.

Serena followed Tristan to the study in a trance and was busy until late at night, not realizing what he was doing.

It was not until the early morning that Tristan returned to the bedroom, hugged Serena's stiff body, and fell asleep in each other's arms again.

Serena watched the scene quietly from the sofa.

Another night passed, and the room was filled with more white roses, like a garden. Serena 's body lay quietly in the room, without any horror, but with a quiet beauty.

However, the difference is that many people have come to the bedroom which was originally only accessible to Tristan.

Monks, Taoists, and even Thai people with tattoos all over their bodies.