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

it was quite funny that the daughter of the renowned painter Layne could only

person's face was wearing a golden

asked Selah at the time who she had

smile, she replied

was using her imagination to draw

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

by his side since she was little, and he could

have possibly

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

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

bit angry as he walked over, his hands firmly gripping the necks of old Mr. Edwards and

old men struggled

dirty faces turned red, just like the bark of an old tree scalded by

Let go..."

did he know, the more he struggled, the more it would

the golden mask,

want to stay alive? If you want to live, then tell me,

Twenty-two years ago?

the time they worked on the

it was you who caused all this trouble. What exactly did you take from them?

I took some soil from his ancestor's

I didn't take anything. How can I give it

man didn't believe Layne's words at all and exerted even