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?”

the hell does that in

was a vigilant man. “Hurry up and

over to the stump that the dog was chained to

Finn

two brushed past the guard and jumped over the 10-foot

the dog’s leash in his hand,

scared, didn’t you!”

glance

dog back to the tree

he returned to the guardhouse

Inside the mausoleum.

three hundred tombstones filled the

the tombstones, a

family had had

were reduced to

of

various sizes were

stopped in front of

Young, Young Family Patriarch” were

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

to his wife.

members born in the

“Wolfgang Young” etched into it. That

to his father’s tombstone was one that read “Here

what his

retrieved the candles he

were

eager to

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