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 becunusually 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 becthinner, 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 flonly lasted for less than three seconds.

As it was about to extinguish, he opened his mouth and swallowed the talisman with the sparks, feeling a warmth and ease throughout his body. The man couldn't help but let out a long breath and reached out to grab something nearby.

It was a piece of tree trunk.

The next moment, he felt a quick bite on the back of his hand, followed by a tingling, numbing sensation that made him feel uncomfortable all over.

He wanted 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 endure the discomfort as he continued forward. Strangely, after swallowing the talisman, the man's vision becmuch clearer.

About twenty meters from the small mound in front of him, the blur of military green caught his eye-it was Cheyenne.

Unbeknownst to him, they were so close. The man joyfully called out to her from behind, "Cheyenne, don't go any further, I can see you now, stop!" Upon hearing the voice, Cheyenne quickened her pace even more.

She couldn't see anything now, so she could only judge by the direction of the wind and the sound of the stream that she was walking southeast towards the mountain.

The man's voice sounded somewhat familiar, and he knew her name! And it was obvious that he was calling out to her! After sthought, Cheyenne quickly identified this person's identity-Lucien.

How did he know she was coming to the deadly forest today? "He's a Jostrana guy, what's his purpose in tracking himself? Is it for that map, too?" Cheyenne pretended not to hear and quickened her pace forward, her feet stepping on damp moss, nearly stumbling.

Thankfully, her strong balance saved the day. Arms wide, toes gripping the ground, she managed to stay upright.

"Cheyenne, do you think you can escape?" "Bang!" A gunshot rang out from behind.

Bullets whizzed through the biting cold wind, flying from not too far behind.

Several more shots followed. If it weren't for Cheyenne's keen sense of sound from her years of training, she might have been riddled with bullets by now.

She ran frantically ahead as the man behind continued to pursue her.

The creatures in the forest stirred due to the commotion, flapping their wings to flee the source of chaos.

With her movements accelerating, the altitude sickness and the pain in her hands grew more intense.. Despite being pregnant, Cheyenne, with her petite figure, remained agile and had the upper hand.

"Don't... don't run!" "I'd like to see, would you run faster, or would my gun be quicker?" "Not running? Waiting for you to catch me? Do you think I'm stupid? If you really saw me, you would have cfor me!" As she spoke, several more shots rang out. One nearly grazed her calf, but Cheyenne jumped just in time, avoiding being hit.

Her forehead was now damp with sweat, and whether it was from sweat or the condensation of forest mist, she didn't have the tto wipe it before a stone struck her shoulder from behind.

"Uh." To make matters worse, there was no path ahead. Cheyenne stepped into nothingness and tumbled forward, "Ah!" As she fell, she instinctively covered her belly with her hands and cursed under her breath.

When Lucien caught up, he found that she had fallen into a pit over a meter deep.. Under usual circumstances, Cheyenne would et have climbed out herself, but in the current foggy environment, she had no idea where she was and could only grope around.

She touched something cold, slick, and somewhat rough, picking it up and vaguely seeing it was a cylindrical bone covered in dark green poisonous mus original color changed from ts prolonged exposure to miasma.

No wonder it felt rough to the touch.

Lucien caught up, looking down at the girl in the pit from above, and let out a proud laughter.

"You're quite the runner, huh? Tell me, where's the map? Hand it over!"

Upon hearing his words, Cheyenne's pupils trembled slightly. She looked up at him with strong composure and said, "What map? I don't understand what you're saying." "Don't understand? Then why are you here?"

Cheyenne chuckled softly, her bright eyes showing a touch of elegance and cuteness, and said with a smile, "Just bored at home, so I chere E for a vacation. Isn't it nice to unwind?" "Don't play dumb, or you'll have a head full of holes. Showthe map!" The gun pointed at Cheyenne's head, Lucien's thumb on the trigger, one eye squinted, taking aim.

If it were anyone else, they'd probably be crying by now. However, Cheyenne seemed completely composed and even whistled at him.

"Sir, enough with the jokes. If it were still functional, why would you use a stone as a weapon? Why don't you guess who'll die first?" X