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?”

hell does that in the middle of the

“Hurry up and leave, or I’ll

stump that the dog was chained to after

and Finn

two brushed past the guard and jumped over

dog’s leash in his hand, the

scared,

from a glance that you were

the dog back to the

the guardhouse to

Inside the mausoleum.

three hundred tombstones filled the area.

a stabbing pain

had had

to piles of

of the mausoleum…

of various sizes were arranged in a row.

stopped in front of the

Young, Young Family Patriarch” were

smaller than Christopher’s were placed on either side. These

to his wife.

family members born in the generation

soon found the tombstone with the name “Wolfgang Young” etched into it. That one belonged to his father.

was one that read

finally knew what his mother’s name

candles he had prepared

were placed before Christopher’s

was so eager

must be

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