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 middle

a vigilant man. “Hurry up and leave, or

stump that the dog was

and Finn exchanged looks.

and jumped over the 10-foot

the guard turned around with the dog’s leash in

scared, didn’t you!”

from a glance that you were

the dog

that, he returned to the

Inside the mausoleum.

three hundred tombstones filled

dazedly at the tombstones, a stabbing pain piercing his

had had such

reduced to piles of

middle of

various sizes were arranged in a

in front of the largest

Young Family

of twenty-four tombstones that were slightly smaller than Christopher’s were placed on either side.

to his wife.

family members born in the generation

name “Wolfgang Young” etched

was one that read

finally knew what his

candles he had prepared in advance.

were placed

was so eager to destroy the

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