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.

ink for 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

was wearing a golden

the

silly smile, she replied

imagination to draw

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

Selah grew up by his side since she was little, and he could assure that

could she have

is now with Cheyenne, and he must find a way to remind Cheyenne to protect it and not let anyone

fearlessly sharp-tongued, and the other lost in thought! They clearly

to be a bit angry as he walked over, his hands firmly

deprived of breath, the two old men struggled

of an old tree

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

did he know, the more he struggled, the more it would fuel the man's brutal and

the golden mask, his

"Do you want to stay alive? If you want to live, then tell me, where

Twenty-two years ago?

that the time they worked on the

he glanced at Layne. "Ah, so it was you who caused all this trouble. What

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

take anything. How can I give it back if I

man didn't believe Layne's words at all and exerted even more pressure