She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 425: Abandoned Building

After a considerable effort, Cheyenne made her way through the dense patch of grass and arrived at the entrance of the abandoned building.

The wooden door still had half a faded poster on it.

A gust of wind blew, causing the partially torn poster to make an eerie rustling sound. Even during the day, there was a chilling aura emanating from behind.

Not to mention the constant worry of poisonous snakes lurking around.

Creak!

Suddenly, a sound of something tearing apart reached her ears, and the partially opened wooden door slowly swung open. The scene inside the house gradually became visible.

Empty and desolate, with black walls on all sides and spider webs filling the whole room. There was nothing else to be seen.

Cheyenne clutched her arms tightly, her face instantly turning pale… Could it be a ghost?

She was certain that she was the only person around. Who opened the door then?

Just as she was allowing her uncontrolled thoughts to imagine what a female ghost might look like, a small black head poked out from behind the door.

Chance had some grayish-white spider webs stuck to its fur. Its two slender paws stood on the doorframe as its watery eyes stared at Cheyenne.

Turns out, it was Chance who opened the door. It genuinely frightened her.

With lingering fear, Cheyenne patted her chest and followed Chance into the house.

The building had three stories in total, and the roof had some leakage. It had rained last night, and the accumulated rainwater seeped through the cracks in the walls, forming a small puddle on the floor. A blood-red puddle.

She glanced at it briefly and looked away.

The wooden stairs were connected, but due to years of abandonment, the boards were somewhat rotten and covered in dust.

saw three sets of footprints

small, and one in

Those were Chance’s pawprints.

phone, snapped a photo of the

“Woof…”

It had somehow made its way

along the wall to the second floor, afraid of disturbing any

mottled walls hung various black instruments of torture,

a rectangular table covered with a white cloth, stained with dark, aged blood, as well as scattered

wild cat lay nearby… The flesh had dried and turned

atmosphere of dust. Cheyenne covered her nose with her hand and

she was met with

decomposed bodies randomly discarded among the trees. Human and animal skeletons hung

scene was bloody

Boom!

the light inside the room to dim slightly. The wind made the overhead chandelier sway, emitting a faint creaking

“Woof woof woof!”

bark began to sound urgent and loud, as if it had been

Where are

as the white bone nearly hit her, she

Bang!

where her foot had been. She cautiously looked at the table below and

picked it up, examined it

“Woof!”

fur stood on end, baring its teeth as it barked furiously

frightened, she was even more

in her mind that there were no ghosts in this world. Those who claimed to be ghosts were just playing

she placed her hand on the doorknob, closed her eyes, and silently counted

of something on the side just in time However, when Cheyenne saw what was in her hand – a severed cat tail – she felt a thorn-like sensation in her throat. She couldn’t say a

her hand, which had a black cat hair stuck to it. It was so