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.

Seeing his daughter so earnest, he had

was 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 draw at the level of a kindergartener. Selah drew a person, and you could barely tell it was

wearing a

asked Selah at the time who she

a silly smile, she replied that she

using her imagination to draw randomly and later

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

since she was little, and he could

could she have possibly seen

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

other lost in thought! They

over, his hands firmly gripping the necks of old Mr.

the two old men struggled to breathe

turned red, just like the bark of an old tree scalded by boiling water, wrinkled and

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

the more he struggled, the more it

the golden mask, his eyes

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

Twenty-two years ago?

worked on

widened 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? Give it

I took some soil from his ancestor's

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

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