Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Chen Peiwen was shocked. They actually knew exactly how many guests they had invited. From the beginning, they had no intention of letting anyone go.

Counting the corpses will undoubtedly be very detrimental to Chen Peiwen.

She was also one of the invited ones. There could not be more than seventy-five corpses in the banquet hall, so it would only be a matter of time before she was discovered.

Chen Peiwen could only pray silently. If Lu En and another subordinate were counting, they might turn a blind eye or close one eye.

But God was unfavorable, and she happened to hear the leader's words again.

He said: "You have been busy for so long and are tired. Let me complete the final count."

In a place where Chen Peiwen couldn't see, Lu En and his companions were sweating like rain.

They didn't check so carefully. It would be okay if no fish slipped through the net, but if a living person was found, the fate of them would not be much better.

But they didn't have the guts to resist the leader, so they had to stand there and listen to him reporting the numbers one by one.

"One, two...seventeen, eighteen, nineteen...thirty-three, thirty-four..."

He walked very fast, and within a short time, he had counted most of the people in the banquet hall.

Most of the guests collapsed near the table, and probably more than half of the remaining people were piled at the door.

The corpses of these people were easy to count. Every time the leader counted one, he would staple the right eye of the corpse with the stapler he carried.

This resulted in the right eyes of many corpses being forcibly "closed", but the left eyes were still open, showing unwillingness, fear and resentment.

"Seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two..."

The counting sound stopped, and the leader looked back with confusion at the mountain of corpses behind him. The cold bodies were placed one on top of the other, exuding an ominous smell.

The entire hall was already empty. Not only did the number of corpses not match, but there were also four people missing.

Luen also thought that there were gaps, but four people survived the massacre, which still made him unbelievable.

After all, they had been checking for more than three hours. As long as the hiding person made a sound, their ears would catch it.

"There is, there is another person behind the door..." Luen's companion said tremblingly.

It was a young man. His body was hidden by the half-open door, so that none of the three people noticed him.

The leader walked over quickly, but what he didn't expect was that the scarred "corpse" actually jumped up.

There were at least five or six bullet holes in the man's body. I don't know whether to call him lucky or unlucky. He was not dead, just dying.

He dragged half of his broken leg with white bones visible, and struggled to run towards the other exit. His speed was not slow, but it was only in a disabled state, not that slow.

The leader slowed down his pace. He was not in a hurry to tear out the throat of the prey, but was teasing him with fun.

However, this hunting game is destined not to last long.

As the blood flowed rapidly, the running man gradually slowed down. He could no longer walk and could only crawl forward in embarrassment.

"It's so pitiful. It's already in so much pain, why do you still keep going?"

The hunter threw his gun over and said condescendingly: "There are still three bullets in the gun. As long as you hit me once, I will let you go."

The man with the broken leg raised his head and looked at the hunter. There was no happiness in his eyes, only boundless fear.

How could a person who could put his life as a bet leave himself alone?

No, he is so cold-blooded that he can no longer be called a "human".

He didn't pick up the gun on the ground for a long time. The hunter's smile faded a bit. He said slowly: "Oh? It seems you have discovered something. How about this? I'll give you three choices."

The hunter leaned down and said patiently: "First, there are three missing people in the banquet. As long as you find one of them, I will let you go, but you must take a dumb pill."

The man with the broken leg winced. Doesn't this mean he is looking for a scapegoat?

He could leave alive, but the other person would definitely be brutally murdered, and he couldn't do such a thing.

"Second, my men are not doing their job well. I will let him stand where he is. As long as you kill him, you can live in his place." The hunter continued.

Lu En and his companions who were standing far away heard this, and they were relieved.

Death is actually the easiest thing.

Although men with broken legs may not necessarily shoot, as long as they aim at the brain for no more than three seconds at most, they will no longer have to suffer.

However, the hunter only said "he" instead of "they", indicating that one of the two will survive.

"Third, I'll play a game with you, Russian roulette. If you win, you can leave with both hands and tail." He picked up the gun on the ground, "How about it, which one do you want to choose? Don't worry, you You can think about it slowly.”

Russian roulette is a simple yet cruel game.

The rules of the game are that everyone participating in the game takes turns to pick up a pistol and shoot themselves until the other party is shot and killed.

The man with the broken leg's lips trembled, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Yesterday, he was still a rich second generation who lived and drank, but today he had to bet his own life.

Due to excessive blood loss, he could no longer stand up, but he still had the strength to pull the trigger.

The hunter looked at his blank face. He smiled and took off his coat, covering the man with the broken leg.

It’s so cold!

The man shivered from the cold. The coat did not bring him any warmth. Instead, it felt like he was soaked in ice water.

But the coat was obviously taken off from the hunter. Could it be that his body temperature was only around zero?

How is this possible? Human body temperature is generally 36 degrees. Even if it is one or two degrees lower, it will be life-threatening.

If the temperature reaches sub-zero, ice residue will appear in the blood in the human body, right?

"I, I choose... choose the third one!" He said weakly.

The hunter nodded with satisfaction and said, "I like your courage, so you should be the first one to pull the trigger."

Generally speaking, since there is only one bullet in the magazine, the probability of being shot by the first person to pull the trigger is extremely small, only about one in six.

Under the light, the man noticed that the hunter's pupils stood up like snakes.

He closed his eyes and tried his best to forget about it, but his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the gun steady.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the man's temple, and he could even feel the residual heat emitted by the gun.

The magazine turned, but the gun didn't go off.

"Good luck." The hunter congratulated, "It's my turn."

He took the gun neatly and pointed it at his temple.

His movements are so skillful, it must not be the first time he has played this kind of game.

The gun still didn't go off, and the man with the broken leg swallowed. If his chance of being shot the first time was one in six, now it was only one in four.

However, he had no choice.

His entire face was wrinkled, and veins popped out on the back of his hands. It was unknown how much effort he expended before firing this shot.

The pistol slipped feebly from his hand. He was still alive, but he would rather it was the last time he fired.

"Very good." The hunter picked up the pistol on the ground.

The handle was stained with men's sweat. The hunter looked around. The banquet hall was in a mess, and there were no clean tissues to be found.

He walked over to a nearby table and wiped the surface of the pistol several times with the tablecloth before raising it.

Bah!

The sharp gunfire broke the silence, like a muffled thunder exploding next to the man.

He belatedly covered his ears, and involuntarily let out a short and meaningless cry from his mouth, huddled up in the corner.

The blood flowing on the ground was like smudged paint. The man kept retreating, but the blood still wet his trousers.

He didn't even have the courage to raise his head. The bullet exploded in the human brain and would definitely blow the head into pieces.

Did he survive?

The man's head felt dull, and it took him a long time before he remembered the wound on his leg.

He tore off the clothes on his upper body and planned to bandage himself.

He was surprised to find that there were many bullet holes in his pants, but not every one of them penetrated his body. Three of them just passed through the gaps in his clothes.

The remaining two wounds were deep, and the high temperature of the bullets scorched the skin, and there was no longer heavy bleeding at this moment.

After briefly dealing with it, the man staggered and tried to stand up.

Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, the moment he stood up, his vision went dark and he almost fell down again.

He leaned against the wall and calmed down for a while before recovering.

"Over there...that's the door. I can walk through it, and I can survive..."

He still couldn't hold it back and looked back. The hunter's body fell just under the table, and the bright red tablecloth covered the area above his chest.

For some reason, the man let out a sigh, perhaps to avoid danger, or perhaps because he didn't have to see that cruel scene.

He walked slowly and acted very funny, but he couldn't care less now.

As long as he can get out of here, even if he crawls out like a maggot, he is willing to do so.

"Where are you going?"

Suddenly, the man's pupils shrank. Was he hallucinating?

Why did he hear the hunter's voice again?

He shook his head desperately, as if this could throw the sound out of his consciousness.

"Where are you going?"

"Our game isn't over yet."

"You can't leave, the game continues."

"If you go any further, I will count you as violating the rules."

Sweating in cold sweat, the man knew the hallucination caused by the trauma, but his feet could not take a step forward.

The door was less than one meter away from him.

Physical pain and mental pressure stimulated him all the time, and he had to break away from the illusion.

Otherwise, he would not have died by a man's gun, but would have died in a hallucination.

Men know that the way to break the illusion is simple.

As soon as he turned around and saw the body lying on the ground, the hallucination would no longer appear.

He took a deep breath and turned around slowly. He lowered his head and searched the floor with his eyes, but he did not find the body.

The body is missing?

He pinched his arm, trying to wake himself up, and when he raised his head again, the man was shocked.

"Monster...monster..."

As the man muttered, an inexplicable strength suddenly surged through him, and he ran towards the door.

The figure behind him was chasing him like a ghost.

"Why run away?"

"I've already said it once, if you don't come over, it will be against the rules of the game."

"Well, since you insist on this, I can only use some coercive means."

The man rushed towards the exit. The strange thing was that no matter how he ran, he still stayed on the same floor.

Finally, he collapsed from exhaustion, feeling a biting chill on his shoulders.

It was a pair of extremely strange hands. The white bones pierced the skin of the fingertips and stretched out abruptly.

The hands pressed firmly on the man's shoulders, forcing him to turn around and face the owner of the hands.

The shot just now was indeed fired, and the upper half of the hunter's face was torn apart by the bullet, so that the skull was completely damaged.

However, the bullet passed through his temple, but the area below his nose was spared.

This caused the hunter's head to look like a smashed watermelon, with only some residual flesh and blood left on top, and only a mouth that kept opening and closing.

Generally speaking, a brain-dead person is deemed "dead" by doctors.

But why is a person without a brain still alive?

He could talk and walk, and he was as strong as a monster. With just a slight pull, the man felt that his shoulder blade might be broken.

"I'm sorry, did I not control my strength well?" the hunter asked, "This is difficult to handle. You can't play the game. Then let me do it for you."

The man shouted excitedly: "The game is over! It's over! You've been lying to me from the beginning! How can you keep your word?!"

"I think you must have misunderstood something." The corner of the hunter's mouth raised, "We are playing Russian Roulette, right?"

"The gun just hit me, how can I continue! You lose, you have to let me go!" The man vented his grievances.

"I don't think I said that this gun only has one bullet."

Hearing these words, the man felt his body go cold.

He thought he was betting on a 1/2 chance, but he never thought that there were still bullets in the gun.

As long as there are bullets in the gun, the game is not over and must continue.

He fired two shots, the hunter fired two shots, and there were two positions left in the magazine.

Even if there is only one bullet left, what is the probability that the hunter will be hit by two consecutive shots?

More importantly, the person playing games with him is not a human being at all. He will not die even if he is shot. But even if he is only shot once, his life will be decided here.

This is a losing game, and only men still hold on to a faint hope that they can survive.

After thinking about this clearly, the man suddenly calmed down and asked: "...What will happen if I lose?"