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.

him. Seeing his daughter so earnest, he had a sudden

and hadn't received any professional or systematic training, so it was quite funny that the daughter of the renowned painter Layne could only draw at the level of a kindergartener. Selah drew a person, and you could barely tell it

person's face was wearing a golden mask, just like

asked Selah at the time

silly smile, she replied that she didn't

was using her imagination to draw

man standing in front of him with the exact same

since she was little, and he could

she have possibly seen

be related to these people? The coin is now

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

over, his hands firmly gripping the necks of old

old men struggled to breathe

just like the bark of an old

go..." Old Mr.

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

the golden mask, his eyes were

and muffled voice emerged from beneath the mask, unusually low, "Do you want to stay alive? If you want to live, then tell me, where is the thing you

Twenty-two years ago?

time they worked on the

was you who caused all this trouble. What

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

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

believe Layne's words at all and