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.

clearly saw three sets of

and one in the shape of a plum

Those were Chance’s pawprints.

photo of

“Woof…”

It had somehow

sending the location, Cheyenne cautiously walked along the wall to

instruments of torture, giving

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

wild cat lay nearby… The flesh had dried and turned black, but the round cat eyes still

entire second floor emitted a putrid smell of decay and a heavy atmosphere of dust. Cheyenne covered her nose with her hand

met with a densely packed cemetery

decomposed bodies randomly discarded among the trees. Human and animal

was bloody and

Boom!

the room to dim slightly. The wind made the overhead chandelier sway, emitting a faint creaking sound. The white skeleton hanging from

“Woof woof woof!”

if it had been startled by something.

Chance! Where are

the white bone nearly hit her,

Bang!

had been. She cautiously looked at the table below and found a beautiful earring with a blue gemstone inlaid on

it up, examined it

“Woof!”

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

frightened, she was even more startled due to Chance’s unusual

deep breath and comfort herself in her mind that there

courage, she placed her hand on the

external force. She, who was behind the door, was 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 say a word, feeling

a black