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.

whether he was handsome or not, she couldn't tell because the vulture had pecked at his face, leaving it bloodied, and one of his eyeballs

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

this cursed place. She covered her

She vomited violently.

this was so

thought cremation would be a good

and pests, while burial at sea might end up

off her backpack, retrieved a bottle of purified water, and drank a few sips to feel

Cheyenne looked over again, the Mr. Bald Vulture, who had just been feasting voraciously, had actually passed away! Could it be that he ate too much and

she

that the vulture had been poisoned. There were white foam around its

lifeless body was twitching

uncontrollably.

just a moment ago, but now it was dead, presumably because it had eaten the flesh

have been poisoned

toxic was it exactly to be able to kill such

the corpse, which had been partially eaten by the vulture, but some blurry traces of blood could

vessels and bones were black, indicating a

one of them to extract a piece of

highly

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

could only use a small knife to cut off some branches and cover the body, hoping to

picked it up, wiped it casually with a leaf,

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

could provide some