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

The entire banquet hall was in chaos. Those who had any sense left were busy looking for a safe exit, while more people were running around like headless flies.

No one knew who fired the shot, or who the shooter was targeting.

In a panic, Chen Peiwen took the opportunity to hide under the banquet table. It was surrounded by tablecloths that were as long as the floor. There was surprisingly enough space.

She buried her head under her arms, knelt on the ground, and protected her head and chest.

There was the sound of several more bullet casings falling to the ground, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger. Through the gaps in the tablecloth, Chen Peiwen could vaguely see the scene outside.

The door had been locked long ago, and those who tried to escape were turned into corpses.

The bodyguards and guards seemed to have tried their best to resist, but most of them lay straight on the ground.

Chen Peiwen saw several pairs of dark red boots, one, two, three... there were at least six people walking towards the display stand.

"Hush, don't be silent, you should understand why we are here." One of them said truthfully.

The old man sitting in the wheelchair spoke a long string of words calmly. It was not English or any language that Chen Peiwen could understand. It was more like some kind of simple and mysterious spell.

The person who spoke at first paused, then laughed loudly and said: "Unexpectedly, you are actually a master of Sanskrit. This way, our communication will be much easier."

The two of them talked at a very fast pace, and there was no hint of unpleasantness in their tone.

If there weren't those scattered corpses on the ground, Chen Peiwen would really think that they were discussing the weather today or the refreshments at the banquet.

"Sarve bhavantu sukhinah."

The conversation ended. For some reason, Chen Peiwen breathed a sigh of relief.

She guessed that the three men in boots were trying to rob the treasure in the box, and the elder had already made a deal with them.

Although she also wanted to see the mystery of the treasure, her life was more important than the illusory things.

As she expected, the three people walked towards the door, while the people surrounding the door scattered like mice.

Their bodies were covered with the residue of wine and food, some were even frightened to the point of incontinence, and a disgusting stench filled the air.

However, like Chen Peiwen, they felt lucky that they had saved a life.

The Sanskritist fired several shots at the door lock and walked out without heeding the sound of the alarm.

When Chen Peiwen was about to crawl out from under the table, her skirt happened to be pressed against the bottom of the pillar of the table. She pulled hard and the pressure was so tight that she could not pull it out.

There was no other way now. She picked up a knife that fell on the ground and slashed open her dress, which was worth hundreds of thousands.

At the same time, a howling sound pierced the sky, and she heard a scream stuck in her throat.

"Uh--"

Half a second later, another body came to the bottom.

This was not the first one, nor the second one. Those people still had smiles on their faces as they survived the disaster, but they were pushed into the depths of hell one after another.

Chen Peiwen's hands were numb, and she maintained her previous position, motionless, as if this would reduce the possibility of being discovered.