She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 655: Who Will Die First?

'It's so damp and warm here. I hope there are no snakes around.'

Thinking of this, Cheyenne didn't even dare to reach out to the branches beside her.

But with this slow pace, she feared that she wouldn't be able to get out of this swampy forest even after the sun went down.

What's worse, she had a lingering feeling of unease, as if there were invisible eyes watching her from behind.

This feeling intensified as she walked deeper into the swampy forest.

Sure enough, her intuition was correct.

Shortly after entering the swampy forest, with her vision greatly hindered, her hearing became unusually sharp.

In addition to the faint sound of the wind, there was also the "gurgling" sound of flowing water, along with the sound of footsteps.

Cheyenne judged that the person coming was a man!

Startled, she realized that her intuition was right. She was being followed, but when did this person arrive?

As she pondered, the man behind her also furrowed his brow, holding his breath as he cautiously took a step forward.

He regretted not making a move when they were by the stream earlier. Now that Cheyenne had entered the swampy forest, the mission's difficulty had increased by half.

It wasn't just the external difficulties, but also the psychological and physical pressure he was facing.

As the altitude increased, the air became thinner, and he found it increasingly difficult to breathe due to altitude sickness, unconsciously quickening his breath.

As a result, the inhalation of toxic gas accelerated, and his body began to feel heavier.

He couldn't let himself continue like this. The man quickly took out a yellow talisman from his pocket and murmured something under his breath.

The talisman ignited, but the bright yellow flame only lasted for less than three seconds.

to extinguish, he opened his mouth and swallowed the talisman with the sparks, feeling a warmth and

piece of tree

on the back of his hand, followed by a

considering that he didn't know what had bitten him, he dared not scratch the wound, so he could only hold his hand and endure the discomfort as he continued forward. Strangely, after swallowing the talisman, the

in front of him, the blur of military green caught his eye-it was

they were so close. The man joyfully called out to her from behind, "Cheyenne,

hearing the voice, Cheyenne

of the wind and the sound of the stream that she was walking southeast towards

familiar, and he

it was obvious that he

some thought, Cheyenne quickly

she was coming to

his purpose in tracking

her pace forward, her feet stepping on

the day. Arms wide, toes

think you

A gunshot rang out

wind, flying from not too

shots followed. If it weren't for Cheyenne's keen sense of sound from her years of training, she might have

ran frantically ahead as the man

the commotion, flapping their wings to flee the

With her movements accelerating,

sickness and the pain

being pregnant, Cheyenne, with her petite

"Don't... don't run!"

see, would you run faster, or

I'm stupid? If you

spoke, several more shots rang out. One nearly grazed her calf, but Cheyenne jumped just in

damp with sweat, and whether it was from sweat or the condensation of forest mist, she didn't have the time to wipe it before a stone

"Uh."