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.

for whether he was handsome or not, she couldn't tell because the vulture had pecked at

been devoured, leaving only an empty shell of flesh and blood. Even with no movement, the nauseating

to this cursed

She vomited violently.

this was

cremation would be a good

and pests, while burial at

retrieved a bottle of purified water, and drank a few sips

just been feasting voraciously, had actually passed

she

averted, 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 because it had eaten the flesh of

person must have been poisoned before

able to kill such

eaten by the vulture, but

the blood vessels and bones were black, indicating a rapid-acting

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

a highly

bury the corpse, but

off some branches and cover the body, hoping to

under the black-robed figure's clothes. She picked it up, wiped it casually with a leaf,

the forest, she felt a growing chill. Who knows what kind of bears or fierce beasts might leap out? The silver needles wouldn't be reliable

a handgun could