Chapter 295

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

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

that the dog was chained

and Finn

brushed past the guard and jumped over

turned around with the dog’s leash in his hand, the

scared, didn’t

tell from a glance that you were

gleefully chained the dog back to

to the

Inside the mausoleum.

hundred tombstones filled

stared dazedly at the tombstones, a stabbing pain piercing

had such a glorious

they were reduced to piles

the middle of

various sizes were arranged

stopped in front

Young Family Patriarch”

were placed on either side. These belonged

to his wife.

in the generation after that lay in a

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

one

what his mother’s name

he had prepared

juggernauts’ heads were placed before

why Nash was so

must be Nash’s

Green

of it thrice before saying, “Grandpa… I have brought you the heads of seven of

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