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.

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

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

a golden

the time who

she replied that she

her imagination to draw randomly and later forgot

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

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

could she have possibly

strange 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 Cheyenne to protect it

other lost in thought!

as he walked over, his hands firmly gripping the necks

deprived of breath, the two old men struggled to breathe

like the bark of an old tree

go... Let go..." Old Mr. Edwards

the more it would fuel

mask, his eyes

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 took from this

Twenty-two years ago?

that the time they worked on the archaeology

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

took some soil from his ancestor's

didn't take anything. How can I

Layne's words at all and