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.

three sets of footprints on

in the shape of a plum

Those were Chance’s pawprints.

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“Woof…”

a bark. It had somehow made its way to the second

location, Cheyenne cautiously walked along the wall to the second

truly shocked her. The mottled walls hung various black instruments of torture, giving the impression of walking into a torture chamber filled with a chilling

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

and a skinned wild cat lay nearby… The flesh had dried and turned black, but the round cat eyes still looked relatively fresh. But they

smell of decay and a heavy atmosphere of dust. Cheyenne

opening it, she was met with a densely packed cemetery behind

among the trees. Human

scene was bloody

Boom!

the light inside the room to dim slightly. The wind made the overhead chandelier sway, emitting a faint creaking sound. The white skeleton hanging from it seemed to be swinging in Cheyenne’s

“Woof woof woof!”

began to sound urgent and loud, as if it had been startled by something. In

Where

the white bone nearly hit

Bang!

the table below and found a beautiful earring with a blue gemstone inlaid on it. The earring even seemed somewhat

examined it in her palm, and

“Woof!”

as it barked furiously at the nearby door. Cheyenne felt a tingling sensation on

even more

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

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

almost pushed over but managed to grab hold 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

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