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,

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

wearing a golden mask, just

Selah at the

a silly smile, she replied that

using her imagination to draw randomly and later forgot about this

for now, this man standing in front of him with the exact same mask,

little, and he could assure

she have possibly seen

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

two individuals, one fearlessly sharp-tongued, and the other lost

walked over, his hands firmly gripping the necks of old Mr. Edwards and Jonathan, applying

two old men struggled to

the bark of an old tree scalded by boiling

go..." Old Mr. Edwards

more it would fuel the man's

mask, his eyes

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

Twenty-two years ago?

they worked on

instantly, and with great difficulty, he glanced at Layne. "Ah, so it was you who caused all

took some soil from

I give it back if

at all and

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