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?”

the hell does that in the middle

a vigilant man. “Hurry up and leave, or I’ll

walked over to the stump that the dog was chained to after

and Finn exchanged

and jumped over

dog’s leash in his hand, the

scared, didn’t you!”

could tell from a glance that you were bad

gleefully chained the dog back to the tree

to the

Inside the mausoleum.

tombstones filled the

a stabbing

family had had such a glorious

they were reduced to piles of earth.

of

of various sizes were arranged in a row.

stopped in front of the

Family Patriarch” were etched into the

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

to his wife.

family members born in the generation after that lay in

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

tombstone was one

his

the candles he had prepared in advance.

seven juggernauts’ heads were placed before Christopher’s grave.

so eager to

in the mausoleum must be Nash’s family members, and

the Green Bamboo Association.

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