She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 656: Appearance of the Wild Man

The situation instantly reversed, and now Cheyenne had a gun pointed at Lucien's head.

The atmosphere became gloomy and frozen, even the speed of the white mist flowing slowed down. The scene in the forest became clear.

There were bodies everywhere.

In each small pit connected to another, there were white bones, not only from humans, but also from large beasts.

Piles of white bones formed small mountains, contrasting with the deep green trees in the front, making the scene desolate like an ancient battlefield.

She thought she must have reached the depths of this Dead Forest-the Mass Grave.

It was said that people frequently saw sinister soldiers passing through here, and then they mysteriously died or went insane.

Unconsciously, how did she end up in this haunted place?

Cheyenne hit a nerve when she mentioned his concerns. Now, feeling vulnerable, Lucien started worrying about his own safety. He narrowed his small eyes and evilly stared at Cheyenne's beautiful fair face. She was too calm. Does the gun really have bullets in it?

He hesitated whether or not to forcefully take the gun away from her. But then, he saw Cheyenne's thumb pressed firmly against the trigger.

This time, Lucien felt genuine pressure. He had assumed earlier that Cheyenne was bluffing, but it seemed that she wasn't.

Her gun had bullets.

Lucien helplessly raised his hands and, pleaded with Cheyenne, "Miss Lawrence, I was just joking with you earlier. I believe you won't take it to your heart, right?"

Cheyenne playfully looked at his cowardly expression, feeling a bit proud and arrogant. She coldly snorted, "You're wrong, Mr. Miller. I always knows how to hold a grudge."

As her words fell, Cheyenne forcefully climbed out of the pit with both hands, with the gun still aimed at Lucien's head the whole time.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

He wanted to try and snatch her bag and its contents, but he hesitated due to the weapon in her hand. However, this was just a moment of hesitation because Lucien saw through Cheyenne's ploy. There were no bullets in the gun!

Even the spring in the magazine was broken. How could it still work?

After understanding that he had been deceived, Mr. Miller, in a rage, pulled a 50-centimeter-long curved blade from his waist and swung it at Cheyenne.

"You cunning little girl! You've been fooling me all along!"

Cheyenne stuck out her tongue at him and made a face. "I didn't say there were bullets in my gun. I just wanted you to guess which one of us would die first!" "Reality proves that you thought too much."

With these words, she sprinted forward while Lucien, with the knife held high, chased closely behind.

Suddenly, Lucien behind let out a terrible scream.

Cheyenne turned her head and only saw a fresh bloodstain on his forehead. He stared ahead with wide eyes as his body slowly descended.

Thunk.

His heavy body gradually fell to the ground.

On the back, protruding from it, was a white bone knife, stained with fresh blood. Immediately, a big, dirty hand grasped the handle of the bone knife and pulled it out.

Fresh blood flowed from Lucien's back like a spring, quickly forming a puddle on the floor.

Under the leaves, a group of ants, supposed to be hibernating, crawled out of the tree hole.

The fiery red ants were not large individually, but when swarming together towards Lucien, who was gasping for breath, it was as if a red tide had surged, grand and imposing.

As the ants quickly enveloped the barely conscious Lucien, he writhed in pain on the ground.

Before long, the satiated fire ants left, leaving only a bloody red skeleton on the ground, with no remnants of flesh left.

This scene was as terrifying as

watching a horror movie. The most thrilling part was that all this had actually happened right before Cheyenne's eyes, leaving he scalp numb with fear.

If someone with a fear of density had

passed out on the

Decomised this scene, they ent

a feast for the

Just as Cheyenne wondered why the ants didn't pay attention to her, the "person" standing in front of him spoke.

He was called a person only because Cheyenne saw the shadow of his feet.

But he definitely did not look like a person.

His clothes were tattered like a beggar's, and his long, messy hair covered his face, making it impossible to see what he looked like. Under the disheveled hair, his eyes were filled with cold, calm, and fragmented light.

As Cheyenne scrutinized him, he also looked back at her.

Opening his mouth, his hoarse, coarse voice sounded in Cheyenne's ears as the man sternly asked her, "Who are you?"

Cheyenne frightened, took a step

back, sensing a deathly, chilly

dampness emanating from the net

man,

much like what she had felt from the

vulture earlier.

"I, I'm Cheyenne. Sir? Uh, well, I, I have something else to do, so I won't chat. Thank you for saving me earlier."

As soon as she finished speaking, she dashed away.

The man hadn't even heard her self-introduction clearly before he saw the girl vanish.

She moved agilely, like a squirrel.

However, what fell from her was what caught the man's attention.

He intensely stared at the rope on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and mumbled.

He silently uttered one word, "Selah..."

Why did this girl have something he had given to Selah?

She looked like she was barely in her twenties. What was her relationship with Selah?

As the man focused, Cheyenne had already disappeared. Determined to uncover the truth, he decisively pursued her.

There was no one more familiar with this forest than he was. He could find his way out even blindfolded.

Where could she hide?

In fact, Cheyenne hadn't gone far. In her frantic escape, she quickly glanced back.

The corner of her eye caught a tall figure not far behind her. Why was the wild man chasing her?

Damn it, could he have ulterior motives for her?

Uh...

Run!

Just as she was about to take a step forward, she failed to notice someone behind her, and she was suddenly hit on her neck.

"Damn!"

'Who is attacking me?'

The world went black, and she fainted completely.