She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 549: Die Yourself

Layne suddenly fell silent.

Jonathan shrank back, too scared to look towards the chaotic burial ground.

The wind stopped, and everything returned to calm.

A trembling voice sounded in Layne's ear, "Old man, did you ever see any ghosts passing by?"

Upon hearing this question, Layne didn't give him a friendly face, but rather snorted bitterly. "Yes, a bunch of idiots passed by me, and when I took a look, oh! One of them was you."

Jonathan: "..."

If it weren't for being tied up now, Jonathan would fight him definitely.

"You're about to die, yet you still have the mood to argue. I really want to compliment you both for not being afraid of death!" Just as the two were arguing, a tall man in a black and magnificent robe approached. He wore a golden, beast-faced mask. Under the sunlight, it gleamed dazzlingly.

The man exuded a gloomy aura of death, one that could only come from long-term immersion in blood.

Ordinary people who saw him were mostly too scared to speak.

However, Jonathan still managed to be humorous.

"Hey, young man. Is that mask pure gold? It looks quite impressive. Where did you buy it? If I and this old man buy it together, can we get a buy-one-get-one-free deal?"

Old Mr. Edwards stared at the pure gold mask for a few seconds. The familiar patterns on it involuntarily reminded him of many scenes from the past. He... seemed to have seen this mask. Not somewhere else, but on his deceased daughter Selah's painting.

his daughter so earnest, he had

renowned painter Layne could only draw at the level of a kindergartener. Selah drew a person,

face was wearing a golden mask, just like

at the time who she

smile, she replied that

she was using her imagination to

it weren't for now, this man standing in front of him with the exact same

by his side since she was little, and he could assure

have possibly seen

to mention that copper coin Selah held before her death. Could it be related to these people? The coin is now with Cheyenne, and he must find a way to remind

two individuals, one fearlessly sharp-tongued, and the other lost in thought! They clearly

be a bit angry as he walked over, his hands firmly gripping the necks of old Mr. Edwards and Jonathan, applying pressure

old men struggled to breathe

the bark of an old tree scalded by

Let go... Let go..." Old

he struggled, the more it would fuel the man's brutal and

the golden mask,

stay alive? If you want to live, then tell me, where is the thing you took from

Twenty-two years ago?

they worked

so it was you who caused all this trouble. What exactly did you take

I took some soil from his ancestor's grave. Do you

anything. How can I give it back if I didn't

man didn't believe Layne's words at all and exerted even more pressure with his hands.