Chapter 295

A black-colored dog was chained to the tree stump.

The sun had not fully risen yet, and the security guard seemingly in his eighties was fast asleep.

The black-colored dog was also curled up in its bed, its ears flicking as it slept.

Seemingly having heard a sound, the dog’s ears perked as it sat up, a warning glint in its eyes.

“Woof! Woof! Woof…”

The dog stood and barked incessantly toward the darkness.

The guard jolted awake and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he grabbed the flashlight from his table and walked out of the guardhouse.

Soon, Nash and Finn arrived at the guardhouse.

The words on the mausoleum’s gates had worn off, turning “Young Gardens” into “You Gardens”.

Parts of the wall had fallen in on itself, and the place was overgrown with weeds.

“Who… who are you?”

The guard glanced at the two men fearfully.

He had seen the burlap sacks they were holding, which were soaked red in blood.

“I’m here to pay respects to my family!”

Nash spoke in a low voice.

“Pay respects to your family?”

that in the middle of the night?”

“Hurry up and leave, or I’ll let the

that the dog was chained to after

Finn exchanged looks.

guard and jumped over the 10-foot tall gate.

with the dog’s leash in

scared,

tell from a glance

dog back to the

he returned to the

Inside the mausoleum.

tombstones filled

stared dazedly at the tombstones, a stabbing

family had had such a glorious past.

reduced to piles

of

sizes were arranged in a

front of the

“Here Lies Christopher Young, Young Family Patriarch” were etched into

of twenty-four tombstones that were slightly smaller than Christopher’s were placed on either side. These belonged to Young family members

to his wife.

born in the generation after that

with the name “Wolfgang Young” etched

his father’s tombstone was one that

his mother’s name was.

the candles he

all seven juggernauts’ heads were placed before Christopher’s

eager

the mausoleum must be Nash’s family

the Green

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