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.

in the yard, and Selah was grinding ink for him. Seeing his daughter so earnest, he had a sudden idea

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

wearing a golden mask, just

the time

a silly smile, she replied

just thought she was using her imagination to draw

of him with

since she was little, and he could assure that she had never stepped foot outside

she have possibly seen

these people? The coin is now with Cheyenne, and he must find a way to remind

one fearlessly sharp-tongued, and the other lost in thought! They clearly don't

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

of breath, the two old men struggled to breathe

bark of an old tree scalded

Let go..." Old

struggled, the more it would fuel the man's

the golden mask, his eyes

If you want to

Twenty-two years ago?

the time they worked on

instantly, and with great difficulty, he glanced at Layne. "Ah, so it was you who caused all this trouble. What exactly did you take from them?

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

take anything. How can I give it

and exerted