Chapter 472: Cheyenne, I’m Sorry I’m Late

The so-called sea burial ceremony involved the men in black robes dancing around in front of her like crazy gorillas. Cheyenne didn’t appreciate this ritual dance in the least.

In the middle stood a man with a green-faced and fanged mask, solemnly holding an ancient ceramic flute.

Adrian personally held an umbrella for him.

The black umbrella swayed restlessly in the wind, carrying a mournful sound. The eerie and exotic melody slowly flowed into her ears along with the storm.

This melody… she recognized it.

The rain grew heavier, starting from tiny droplets to a downpour, creating a cacophony on the sea surface.

After finishing their ritual dance, the men in black robes, drenched in rain, gasping for breath, took down the wooden raft hanging at the stern.

They untied the ropes on Cheyenne’s hands and laid her back down on the small raft, surrounded by colorful flowers.

Her body was soaked by the rain. The thin fabric clung tightly to her body, accentuating her curves.

Her small face, pale from the cold, was adorned with glistening raindrops. Her red lips began to turn pale, inviting pity.

In the final step, the man wearing a green mask approached Cheyenne, bending down on one knee.

fingers to dip a bit of

accentuated the woman’s exquisite face, as if a

raindrops from falling inside. With her lips slightly parted,

helping her tidy up her disheveled hair, “Don’t be impatient. Today, you are the most beautiful sacrifice. Does the foolish lamb really want

The lamb?

Master Charlie underestimated her.

die, she would drag these people down to hell with her, where no one could see.

soon as she pressed it, a distress signal

our goddess to the water,” he elegantly stood up, and in the end, he

“Yes.”

small boat was placed into the

splashed onto her, soaking her body. Her small

gradually stiffened,

to come. The sharks that had

they surged towards Cheyenne in

rainwater reddened her eyes as she squinted, looking at the

as if it were chiseled, left no doubt that they could tear their prey

moment, Cheyenne was their

Snap.

the shark’s mouth, causing ripples in the water. The small boat undulated

capsized

eyes in fear as she watched the shark open its jaws, the pungent smell of fish hitting her face. “Kelvin, if you don’t come now, I’ll be eaten alive by this shark!” The thought startled Cheyenne herself. Why would she suddenly think of Kelvin, her ex-husband who had no reason to be here? Was it because he had promised last night to save her, leading to these unfounded thoughts? On the boat, Adrian and Master Charlie were full of interest, already imagining the tragic end that awaited Cheyenne, their blood boiling

the water,

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