She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 654: The Poisoned Vulture

Just last night, a frosty spell had descended upon the woods, dispelling the lingering miasma that haunted the place throughout the year. The improved visibility was both a blessing and a curse.

On the positive side, with the miasma lifted and the slower air currents of winter, she would be able to endure staying here for a longer period. However, the unfortunate consequence was that she could now clearly see everything within this forest.

Sometimes, seeing too clearly was also a misfortune.

It was no wonder that this patch of woodland was known as the "Dead Forest." An eerie atmosphere perpetually hung over it, accompanied by the circling of crows or vultures overhead. Even the occasional wild rabbit that darted out from the woods had its belly torn open, revealing human bones within.

Just as she mentioned vultures, a massive bald-headed vulture flew overhead, its wingspan of over a meter stirring up a foul and cold wind that rustled the leaves.

In this silent forest, the vulture's screech, the rustling of the leaves, and the chilling wind merged together, sending shivers down her spine even in broad daylight.

Cheyenne had no choice but to quicken her pace, following the direction the vulture was headed, running as she went. Vultures usually fed on corpses, so the presence of a vulture overhead meant that there must be a fresh corpse nearby.

She couldn't help but admit that she was dressed too heavily, running as if she were dragging a 360-pound ball around. It didn't take long for the little one in her belly to protest.

It kicked her.

"Ouch!"

It kicked too hard, and the pain made Cheyenne's face contort in agony. She had to stop her steps, gasping for breath, rubbing her plump belly with one hand. Irritated, she muttered, "Why are you so delicate? I just warmed up... you're so lazy, you must be a little princess."

The baby stopped fussing after her "lesson." Her belly felt much better, and Cheyenne didn't dare to continue running. She resumed walking steadily towards her destination.

After about five to six minutes, she finally caught sight of the vulture she had been following by a small stream.

A man dressed in a black robe lay dead by the water's edge. Judging from his short hair and build, she could preliminarily determine he was a man.

couldn't tell because the vulture had pecked at his face, leaving it bloodied, and one of his eyeballs had fallen

shell of flesh and blood. Even with no movement, the

giant bird to this cursed

She vomited violently.

was so

she thought cremation would be a good option after

about decomposition and pests, while

of purified water, and drank a

Vulture, who had just been feasting voraciously,

as she reluctantly covered

she discovered that the vulture

lifeless body was twitching

uncontrollably.

seemed that it was indeed poisoned. It was flying gracefully in the sky just a moment ago, but now it was dead, presumably

have been poisoned

toxic was it exactly to be able to kill such

eaten by the vulture, but some blurry traces

the blood vessels and bones were black, indicating a

silver needles from her pocket, using one of them to extract a piece of

highly toxic

collecting the sample, Cheyenne wanted to bury the corpse, but the frozen ground made

cut off some branches and cover

picked it up, wiped it casually with a

forest, she felt a growing chill. Who knows what kind of bears or fierce beasts might leap out? The silver

a handgun could provide