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

Rune searched everywhere he could think of, but he found nothing.

A thought flashed through his mind. If someone received the invitation but did not show up, it meant that there was no last person at all.

At this time, he didn't know that the last person was Chen Peiwen, and she herself fainted due to excessive fright.

Seeing Luen come back without saying a word, his companion asked: "Still not found?"

"Well... maybe, these are the only people present today." Luen said, "Otherwise, we have searched everywhere we should look. How could we not find anything..."

"There's nothing we can do about that." His companion smiled bitterly.

He patted Runen on the shoulder and continued: "Go and rest aside, Runen, and let me handle the rest."

Luen didn't want to put all the burden on his companions, but he really couldn't bear any more pressure, so he had to turn around and walk farther away as if to escape.

"do not come!"

The companion did not expect that the woman actually had a knife hidden in her hand.

To be precise, it was a table knife. In fact, its lethality was very low and it was almost impossible to pose any danger to them.

But women still choose to fight to the death in order to protect their children.

"Madam, I want to explain something to you. We are not carrying out a meaningless massacre, but we are preparing for the upcoming ceremony." The companion said with difficulty, "As you can see, we need enough Lots of people as sacrifices.”

They had calculated the number of guests invited to this banquet, and the leading hunter was not trying to embarrass them.

They must find their own sacrifices, one for each person. He and Luen need two living lives.

The companion's explanation did not make the woman lower her guard. Instead, she raised the knife and said viciously: "I don't understand what you are talking about... but if you come here again, I won't be polite!"

"Don't you understand yet? You are no match for us. The current situation is like this. We must hand over two new corpses, otherwise, he and I will be the ones who die." The companion pointed to Luen beside him.

"So what?! You don't think you can convince me to commit suicide with my child, do you?"

"No, no, I want to make a deal with you, an absolutely fair deal." The companion said slowly, "If you are willing to give your life to let my friend live, then I can guarantee you, Your children can live too.”

The woman was silent, she seemed to be thinking.

She had to admit that Luen's companion was right. She was a weak woman and could not resist two adult men carrying weapons.

He didn't seem to have any need to deceive himself. The woman could see that the two of them were really in trouble. They were unwilling to kill themselves and their children directly, which meant that the two of them still had a bottom line.

Although it wasn't much, it was enough to convince women that what they said was true.

Moreover, a woman has no choice. If she doesn't refuse, the child will still have a certain probability of surviving; if she refuses, there will definitely be two cold bullets waiting for her.

"I promise you." The woman said calmly and resolutely, "But please give me some time, just three minutes... no, two minutes will be enough."

"of course can."

Even though they didn't have much time left, he was still willing to give the woman one hundred and twenty seconds.

The woman emerged from the pile of corpses with her child in her arms.

She carefully protected the child's forehead with her arms, placed him in a safer place, and wiped the child's face with her cleaner sleeves.

Then, she hugged her child tightly. The toddler didn't understand anything. He only knew that his mother's arm was squeezing him very painfully.

"My dear, please promise mom something, okay?" the woman said softly, "Close your eyes and wait until daddy says you can open them, then you can open them again, okay?"

The boy nodded vigorously. Although he was a little confused in his heart, the person with him was his mother and not his father. Why didn't his mother tell her to open it, but he wisely did not ask.

"You're so good. You have to remember that mother will always love you. You are mother's pride." The woman kissed her son's forehead.

This was the last thing she could do. She just hoped that the man in front of her could keep his promise and let the innocent child live.

She raised her head and said politely: "Thank you, I'm ready."

"Okay, please relax a little. I will move quickly and won't cause you any pain." The companion nodded.

He drilled the gun neatly, and the gunshot was loud and powerful, making the woman's body tremble.

Surprisingly, she didn't feel any pain. She tentatively opened her eyes and saw a horrifying scene.

The companion's gun did not hit her heart or brain, but shot through his own chest, and missed by just a few inches, preventing him from dying directly.

Lu En was also frightened. He quickly rushed to his companion's side and shouted in disbelief: "Are you crazy?!"

"I... don't." The companion said intermittently, "I am very clear and sober... I don't need to kill anyone anymore, and you can do your job... right?"

Luen's brain stagnated for a moment, and then he understood his companion's intention.

If they wanted to survive, they had to kill the mother and son, but even if they killed only the woman, only one of him and Luen could survive.

But when his companion shot himself, Luen didn't have to kill any innocent people.

The request he made to the woman was not so much a transaction as he wanted to see if the woman could give her life for the child.

If a woman's maternal love could impress Lu En's companions, he would be willing to sacrifice his own life to let the mother and son live.

"Time is up."

The hunter walked into the banquet hall unhurriedly, and the moment he saw the corpse on the ground, he already understood what happened.

This naturally met his requirements, so he didn't say anything more and just motioned for Luen to follow.

But Lu En couldn't help but ask, "Are all the people we killed really guilty?"

"It's not our turn to comment on this kind of thing. We just need to complete the tasks assigned by above, that's all." The hunter said calmly.

"But……"

"No but." The hunter stopped, "Or are you dissatisfied with the order?"

Rune lowered his head and whispered: "I just don't understand. If something goes wrong, who will be responsible for those innocent lives?"

"There are no mistakes, and there will never be mistakes. Listen to me, Luen, you are just confused." The hunter said patiently, "Everyone is multi-faceted, and some people care about their relatives very much, but It doesn’t mean they treat strangers the same way.”

"Then, I woke up." Chen Peiwen said.

Since it is a prophetic dream, everything in the dream will also happen.

Although she should have survived the disaster, she couldn't help but think that if Rune had checked the table where she was hiding, or if she had been discovered first, she would not have survived.

Chen Peiwen also asked Mr. Ross if one day she really received an invitation to a banquet, could she not go?

Ross Lee smiled helplessly and told Chen Peiwen that no one can change the "time anchor point."

Things that happen in different parallel worlds at the same time may be different, but some events are destined to happen. These things are called "time anchors."

It can also be said that it is because of the occurrence of these things that this time and space becomes an independent time and space.

Just like movies, the same genre and content will show different styles in the hands of different directors.

If two movies are exactly the same, then they can only be classified as the same movie and there will be no difference between them.

Chen Peiwen's precognitive dream is a "time anchor". What she dreams about will definitely happen.

Even if she knew the content of the dream in advance and changed her mind, she would still have a reason to go when that day comes.

Of course, the good thing is that Chen Peiwen will also escape the disaster just like in the dream.

Chen Peiwen took a sip of hot tea and said slowly: "It's just that I still don't understand what this dream has to do with Mr. Ross."

Ross Lee did not appear in her dream, but Mr. Ross said that the dream had some connection with him.

She first raised a conjecture, "Could it be that his descendants also attended that banquet?"

"His descendants? Have you ever seen his children?" Chu Yao asked.

"No." Chen Peiwen shook her head regretfully, "I just heard him say that he should have a son, but it seems that he did not marry the child's mother and raised the child alone."

After a moment, she remembered something again, "By the way, he once mentioned it to me. If the descendants of the family head do not intend to inherit the position of the family head, they have no right to obtain a formal status. His son seems to have no interest in the position of the family head. Interest, or rather, he doesn’t have the ability.”

In other words, Rose Lee's children will not have the same last name as him and will not be able to enjoy some of the dividends provided by the family.

All he could get was the trust fund established for him by Ross himself and some properties.

Ross has mentioned to Chen Peiwen many times that his child did not inherit his talents in business and judgment, but the child's hobbies were somewhat similar to Ross's.

He loves jewelry and jade, but he is not limited to the "finished products" that have been cut and decorated.

Whether it is natural raw materials, rough materials, handicrafts or collectible cultural relics, he can easily discover the beauty in them.

Ross knew very well that becoming the head of the family was not an easy task. Ross did not force his children to inherit the position, but he has always held this important responsibility.

As for the strange stone on display at the banquet, although Chen Peiwen and Chu Yao didn't know what kind of ore it was, it might also attract Ross's son.

After all, his love for jewelry can be called a "mania."

Chu Yao did not immediately confirm Chen Peiwen's guess, but asked: "How much do you know about the church founded by Ross Lee?"

Chen Peiwen shook her head and said, "Not much. I just know that such a church exists. Because I rejected Mr. Ross's invitation to join, he rarely mentioned anything about the church to me. Except for one thing..."

"If he asked you to keep it a secret, you don't have to tell me." Chu Yao said calmly.

From Chen Peiwen's conversation, Chu Yao could probably guess that in her heart, Ross was no longer an ordinary stranger.

Although Chen Peiwen often said that she and Ross Lee had a transactional relationship, he provided funds and Chen Peiwen helped him predict the future, but when Chen Peiwen lost her five senses and was confused and panicked, it was Ross Lee who stayed by her side and guided her out of those tormenting days.

She had long regarded Ross Lee as a respected elder and a close friend regardless of age difference. If Ross Lee made a request to her, she would not refuse.

Chu Yao would not force anyone. Even if Chen Peiwen was unwilling to tell him about the church, Chu Yao could still get more information from other places.

"It's not that he asked me to keep it a secret..." Chen Peiwen seemed a little conflicted. "Let me tell you first. The end of last year was the last time I saw Mr. Ross."

In fact, they haven’t met since Chen Peiwen had her second precognitive dream, and they only contact each other occasionally by phone.

Chen Peiwen was a little surprised when she received the letter from Ross Lee.

He once said that after all, he is old and has some health problems.

In addition to the common decline in physical strength among the elderly, his hyperthymesia, which he had always been proud of but also caused him a lot of trouble, suddenly disappeared, which also made him very distressed.

Ross spent his whole life learning how to "forget", but he never learned how to make the memory last longer.

This time when he met Chen Peiwen, his mental state had improved a little, and his eyes were shining.

"Have you been feeling better lately?" Chen Peiwen asked tentatively.

"On the contrary, I know very well that my life has come to an end." He still had a calm smile on his face, as if he was talking about some trivial family matter.

Ross was in a really good mood. He was not happy for himself, but for his family.

Because he has found the next generation of the head of the family, he can finally put down his burden.

He chose to announce his death several years ago, and the family business was divided among several descendants of the side branches, and Ross himself would assist them.

Although the family property was divided among them, the power of the family was still in Ross's hands, and they were just candidates for the family's heirs.

When Ross met Chen Peiwen, the first thing he did was to tell her that the position of head of the family would be given to a young person.

He himself could no longer provide help to Chen Peiwen, and of course, he also believed that Chen Peiwen did not need his help now.

However, he still left a secret order to his secretary, telling her that if Chen Peiwen encountered any difficulties, she could contact Ross's secretary.

The second thing is about the Surya Church.

"Peiwen, I don't want to involve you, but some things are no longer under my control." He said seriously, "In the coming year, you must be extra careful. If someone notices your talent, it may bring you fatal disaster."