She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 548: The Deadly Forest of Onistead

Upon receiving his orders, Chris swiftly went to work. As he left, he casually closed the door behind him, restoring the quietness in the office. Kelvin, sitting alone in his chair, gazed out the window with sharp, deep-set eyes, a cold smile curling his lips.

It seemed that he had been too kind last time, failing to make the Parry family's stocks plummet, allowing Teagan to cause trouble once more. This time, he would not be merciful. Anyone who dared to stab him in the back, without exception, would meet a grim fate.

In Onistead, during the dry September heat, the autumn breeze carried a scorching heat and northern sand dust that stung the faces of passersby. The weather felt like walking into a furnace, with a faint smell of burning rubber lingering in the air.

In a corner of the city, lush woods and spring water created a tranquil oasis, a great spot for tourists. Despite its proximity to the city center, it maintained a primitive charm, with refreshing coolness and sparse human presence.

Yet, for some unknown reason, this beautiful place, located in a good loaction, remained uninhabited and desolate within a ten-mile radius. It was renowned for its ominous reputation and was rumored to be the entrance to an imperial tomb, marked with intricate formations.

Local elders had recounted the discovery of a massive tomb in the 1980s, where archaeologists unearthed the remains of thousands, their bodies transformed into eerie white bones, with only fragmented armor revealing their identities.

Judging by the layout of the mass grave, it seemed as though they were guarding something. Speculation arose that since there were tens of thousands of soldiers, there must have been a commanding general buried nearby.

In an attempt to locate this general, archaeologists launched a mountain search operation with a team of twenty-three. None returned alive. A decade later, in the early 1990s, a plane crash survivor happened to land near the mountain range.

Media efforts eventually located the survivor. Clad in lavish attire and deliriously rambling, he claimed to have encountered a "supreme lord" and boasted about his antique treasures, recounting witnessing ancient tombs and legions of spirits numbering in the thousands.

Many dismissed him as mentally unstable and advised psychiatric care. However, a strange incident occurred. Before the public eye, the survivor bled from his seven orifices and died, with his once-gleaming jewelry instantaneously oxidizing into blackened carbon, a spectacle captured on video.

Amid widespread disbelief, a group of esteemed archaeologists and medical experts conducted a scientific investigation, attributing the death to the accumulation of corpses and toxic gases in the forest, positing that the survivor had unknowingly succumbed to the poisonous environment during his three-month stay.

Suddenly, when he stepped outside, the air pressure changed, and he died from a toxin outbreak.

As for the batch of antique objects oxidizing, this is a common phenomenon in archaeological history.

is particularly pronounced in silk

large gold bracelet. Although bronze artifacts and silk are prone

been answered yet, but this forest

named it

big sign has been erected at the entrance, painted in striking red, with the words

that Cheyenne's grandfather, Layne, was one of the experts involved in the archaeological and

this moment, from the depths of the forest, came a series of horrifying

causing the crows on the branches

even get a few steps further before someone

spun in mid-air and slowly floated down, swaying with the help of a chilling wind until it finally

on the dry leaves. The crisscrossing wounds on

and picked up the crow without plucking its feathers, biting into it

dead, twitched in his mouth. As he sucked the blood, it gradually lost

that the crow had

with his teeth, he

"Thui."

on the meat, displaying a savage scene of consuming bloody flesh as if he were a

tied to trees. They both felt a surge of nausea in

spoke up first, kindly reminding the man, "Young man, you can't eat crows. If you do, you'll die

away briskly, searching for the next crow that could fill

ignored his well-intentioned advice, Jonathan, his beard bristling

up anymore since he hadn't washed it for two or three months, and his once

old