Emma found herself at the center of a party.

She had forgotten which party it was, but that made no difference, for Emma had been to many parties, and this was only one of them.

Sitting in a chair, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, Emma took a sip of the fragrant drink and watched the dancing party participants. She enjoyed this state very much.

Emma received a wealthy education since she was a child. Her father Browning inherited part of the family business. Before Emma was born, Browning was already quite rich. Emma grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth and never knew what poverty was.

In fact, in the Wasted City, it is not difficult for rich people to make money. As long as they have a certain amount of savings, wealth can create wealth. For example, Browning has some properties, and he usually rents out these properties to earn income. When the properties appreciate in value, he can directly sell the houses. Some speculators see this point and directly borrow money or lend money from rich people. After buying the properties, they use the rent to pay the interest or wait for the house price to appreciate before selling them to pay off the debt. This can be regarded as making money out of nothing.

But Emma doesn't need to use her brain. She just needs to give the money to people she trusts, and they will naturally use Emma's money to make money.

Emma had never considered what it would be like to be poor.

She looked at the men in suits, picking out partners to spend the night with.

"This height is good, but I don't like beards. Why do men always like to have unshaven beards and think it's mature?"

"This guy looks good, I like him, but he's too short. Why on earth is he so confident?"

"This guy has a nice figure and good looks, but I can't praise the way he drinks. Can't he be a little more elegant?"

"This guy is great. I haven't had this kind of experience with a young guy in a long time. I hope he can give me a good experience."

Thinking of this, Emma stood up and came to the target she was looking for.

He was a young man in his early twenties, tall but not thin, handsome, and had been very reserved from the beginning. He was not like many guests at the banquet who would take advantage of the alcohol to talk big and want to show off their own opinions.

"It's such a beautiful night, and you're drinking here alone?"

Emma asked.

The young man looked at the red wine in his glass very seriously and ignored Emma at first.

Just when Emma felt something was strange and was about to remind the other party, the young man shouted.

"I found it."

He said.

"What did you find?"

Emma asked, she followed the man's gaze, but there was only red wine in the glass.

"It is said that the best wine needs to be trodden by the soft feet of a young girl. This red wine is of excellent quality, so it must have been trodden by a beautiful woman."

The young man looked at the red juice in the cup and said seriously.

"What?"

Emma didn't quite understand why he said these words at this time.

And the red wine that is produced by stepping on it is disgusting just by hearing about it!

She looked at her half-empty glass of wine and felt an urge to vomit.

"If we change our thinking, for female users, can we design a wine that is oriented towards females by having handsome young men trample on the grapes?"

The young man looked at Emma again.

"ah?"

Emma was completely confused.

Just then, Emma felt that the young man in front of her looked familiar.

She saw the young man smiling at her, and suddenly, his mouth opened wide.

The man's mouth expanded to the limit and was still getting bigger. Emma saw the corner of the man's mouth being torn apart and blood splattering out. In a blink of an eye, the shadow of a bloody mouth enveloped Emma.

She didn't move, the stench and smell of blood hit her in the face, destroying Emma's last bit of desire to escape.

When people are extremely frightened, they can't even scream.

Emma watched the bloody mouth open, and then the people in formal dresses at the banquet suddenly had their clothes torn apart and turned into monsters, killing and devouring each other, leaving their flesh and blood blurred. She saw that she was also enveloped by the abyss, and Emma woke up with extremely intense pain.

"It was a dream..."

Emma gasped for breath, her hair sticking to her cheeks due to sweat. She then remembered that the guy who had been discussing stepping on red wine was Lu Ban!!!

This man is not only impolite during the day, but also causes me to have nightmares at night!

Emma, ​​who was still immersed in her dream, suddenly felt some words ringing in her ears. These words were like what she said herself, layer upon layer, vaguely echoing in her mind.

"They're after the legacy, they want to take what belongs to you!"

"They will leave you with nothing. All your current wealth will be taken away, and you will be thrown into the dirty sewer to feed the dogs!"

"That detective, everything he showed was a lie to you. He is the most evil one. He wants to use you all as sacrifices!"

"There are already dead people, but they still ignore it. This is all his doing. You are the next target!"

"Resist, you must resist, you can't just sit there and wait for death, pick up your weapons, and kill them before they kill you!!!"

At first, Emma wondered if this was just the confusion caused by a nightmare, but as the words kept repeating, these words were like Emma's own will, and she became more and more convinced that it was her idea. She found the exquisite ladies' revolver in the drawer, checked the bullets, and prepared to go out to kill those guys who coveted her inheritance.

As soon as she opened the door, Emma saw the maid guarding the door.

"Miss Emma..."

When the maid saw the revolver in Emma's hand, her face suddenly changed with fear. She tried to speak out to stop her, but her body did not move.

At this moment, some illusory, overlapping sounds rang in the maid's ears at the same time.

"She wants to kill you. These shameless rich people not only want to exploit your labor, but also want to take your life. They don't have the power to do that!"

"Do you still remember your mother at home? You can't die here. This stupid woman doesn't deserve to hold so much wealth. Kill them all, and you can take all the inheritance and run away!"

"She's about to shoot. Are you still waiting here to die? Don't you even have the courage to resist?"

Listening to the mumbling, the maid felt full of strength. She took a step forward and stood in front of Emma.

“Get out of the way!”

Emma yelled, the volume of which even scared herself, but soon, Emma understood everything through the "voice" in her ears.

"Even you want to take my property?"

Her eyes were red.

Gunshots rang out in Stormy Villa.