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.

talisman with the sparks, feeling a warmth and ease throughout his body. The man couldn't help but let out a long

was a piece

on the back of his hand, followed by

to scratch it, but considering that he didn't know what had bitten him, he dared not scratch the wound, so he could only hold his hand and

the small mound in front of him, the blur of military green caught his

so close. The man joyfully called out to her from behind, "Cheyenne, don't go

hearing the voice, Cheyenne quickened her pace

couldn't see anything now, so she could only judge by the direction of the wind and the sound of the stream that she

voice sounded somewhat familiar, and he knew her

that he was calling

quickly identified this person's

he know she was coming to

guy, what's his purpose in tracking himself? Is it

her pace forward, her feet stepping on damp moss, nearly

the day. Arms wide, toes

think you

rang out from

through the biting cold wind,

Cheyenne's keen sense of sound from her years of training, she might have been

as the man behind

commotion, flapping their wings

With her movements accelerating,

and the pain

intense.. Despite being pregnant, Cheyenne, with

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

like to see, would you run faster, or would

Waiting for you to catch me? Do you think I'm stupid? If you really saw me, you would have come

more shots rang out. One nearly grazed her calf, but Cheyenne jumped

forehead was now damp with sweat, and whether it was from sweat or the condensation of forest mist, she didn't

"Uh."