Chapter 295

A black-colored dog was chained to the tree stump.

The sun had not fully risen yet, and the security guard seemingly in his eighties was fast asleep.

The black-colored dog was also curled up in its bed, its ears flicking as it slept.

Seemingly having heard a sound, the dog’s ears perked as it sat up, a warning glint in its eyes.

“Woof! Woof! Woof…”

The dog stood and barked incessantly toward the darkness.

The guard jolted awake and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he grabbed the flashlight from his table and walked out of the guardhouse.

Soon, Nash and Finn arrived at the guardhouse.

The words on the mausoleum’s gates had worn off, turning “Young Gardens” into “You Gardens”.

Parts of the wall had fallen in on itself, and the place was overgrown with weeds.

“Who… who are you?”

The guard glanced at the two men fearfully.

He had seen the burlap sacks they were holding, which were soaked red in blood.

“I’m here to pay respects to my family!”

Nash spoke in a low voice.

“Pay respects to your family?”

does that in the

“Hurry up and leave, or I’ll let the dog out!”

that the dog was chained to

Finn

the two brushed past the guard and jumped over the

the dog’s leash

got scared, didn’t

glance that you

chained the dog back to

to the guardhouse to

Inside the mausoleum.

three hundred tombstones filled the

dazedly at the tombstones, a stabbing pain

Young family had had

they were reduced to piles of

middle of the

various sizes were arranged in a row.

in front of the largest

words “Here Lies Christopher Young, Young Family Patriarch” were

placed on either side. These belonged

to his wife.

belonging to family members born in the generation after that lay in a

the name “Wolfgang Young” etched into it. That one belonged

was one that read “Here Lies Ruby

his

candles he had

were placed before Christopher’s

finally understood why Nash was so eager

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