She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 549

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.

ink for him. Seeing his daughter so earnest, he had a sudden idea and asked

weak and hadn't received any professional or systematic training, so it was quite funny that the daughter of the renowned painter Layne could

was wearing a golden mask, just

at the time who she

a silly smile, she replied that she didn't

imagination to draw randomly and

this man standing in front of him with the exact same mask, he might never have

little, and he could

she have possibly seen

death. Could it be related to these people? The coin is now with Cheyenne, and he

the other lost in thought! They clearly don't consider

firmly gripping

old

just like the bark of an old tree scalded by boiling water, wrinkled and

Let go..." Old Mr. Edwards

the more it would fuel

the golden mask, his

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

Twenty-two years ago?

the time they worked on

so it was you who caused all this trouble. What

I took some soil from his ancestor's

How can I give it back if

believe Layne's words at all and exerted even more pressure with his hands.

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