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?”

in the middle

man. “Hurry up and leave, or I’ll let

over to the stump that the dog was chained

and Finn

two brushed past the guard and jumped over the 10-foot tall gate.

leash in his

scared, didn’t

glance that

gleefully chained the dog back

that, he returned to the

Inside the mausoleum.

tombstones filled the

a stabbing pain piercing his heart.

Young family had had such a glorious

they were reduced to piles of

the middle of the mausoleum…

various sizes were arranged

in front of the

Young, Young Family Patriarch” were

either side. These belonged to Young family members that were part of Christopher’s generation, and

to his wife.

tombstones belonging to family members born in the generation after that lay in a row.

Young” etched into it. That one belonged to his

father’s tombstone was one

knew what his mother’s

he had

were placed before Christopher’s grave.

Nash was so eager to destroy the

must be Nash’s family

Green

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