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."