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?”

hell does that in the middle of

man. “Hurry up and leave, or

the dog was chained to after that.

Finn

past the guard and jumped over the 10-foot

the guard turned around with the dog’s leash in his hand, the

got scared,

a glance that you were bad news!”

guard gleefully chained the dog back to the tree stump.

to the guardhouse to resume

Inside the mausoleum.

three hundred tombstones filled the area.

a

had such a glorious

to piles

middle of

various sizes were arranged in a

of the largest

“Here Lies Christopher Young, Young Family

that were slightly smaller than Christopher’s were placed on either side. These belonged to Young family members that were

to his wife.

belonging to family members born in the generation

“Wolfgang Young” etched

father’s tombstone was one that

his mother’s

candles he had prepared in advance.

heads were

why Nash was so eager to

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