You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Chapter 518 The wolf is coming?!

As the sun set, a group of villagers gathered around Tang Yin and his motorcycle in the square of Wuyin Village. The air was filled with the smell of engine oil, mixed with the aroma of food wafting from the cafeteria. Tang Yin squatted on the ground, wrench in hand, beads of sweat on his forehead.

Qin Yi's question was like a sharp knife, piercing Tang Yin's heart. Tang Yin took a deep breath and replied calmly, "This is a new car. It costs about 50,000 yuan."

Qin Yi widened his eyes and opened his mouth into an "O" shape: "So expensive, huh?! So expensive! Impossible!? Where does so much money come from?" His voice was full of doubt and disbelief.

Tang Yin felt guilty and lowered his head to avoid Qin Yi's inquiring gaze. He subconsciously said with a distressed look, "Well... I earned it by working part-time."

Wang Lina stood aside, holding the side dish that Chen Xiang had given her. She ate while looking thoughtfully at Tang Yin and the motorcycle. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she said in surprise, "Is this a new motorcycle? Tang Yin, I'm sorry for the loss."

Tang Yin looked up at Wang Lina and noticed a grain of rice stuck to the corner of her mouth. He couldn't help but complain, "Sister Lina, can I ask you a question? Why don't I get any of the food?"

Wang Lina blinked and gave a sly smile: "Huh? Sister accidentally finished it! Tang Yin, I'm sorry!"

Tang Yin internally complained: "My condolences and my acceptance of the situation" is the most inappropriate line for a perpetrator, right? She must have done it on purpose!
With this unwillingness, Tang Yin continued to work on the motorcycle. He complained as he removed the tire, his hands becoming more and more skilled. Finally, with a "click," the tire was successfully removed. Tang Yin wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought to himself: It really is true that things will work out in the end.

Although it was only less than a month old, the bond between Tang Yin and his car had grown stronger after repairing it himself. He stroked the car body and secretly made up his mind: once it was repaired, he would restart it and run as fast as he could!
At this moment, an engine roar suddenly sounded behind him, as if mocking him. Tang Yin was startled, and a thought flashed through his mind: Engine roar? In a place like this?

He stopped moving his hands and slowly turned around. He saw a large, unfamiliar van slowly approaching the square. This was the first time Tang Yin had seen a vehicle in this village—even in the Qian Group's factory garage, there was only a scrapped antique car.

A feeling of unease washed over me. There shouldn't be any vehicles in the Hidden Mist Village, which meant...

Wang Lina's voice interrupted Tang Yin's thoughts: "The reporter I just told you about is here!"

The van stopped at the corner of the square, and the door slowly opened. A woman stepped out gracefully, her appearance instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The young female reporter appeared to be in her early twenties, tall and slender, dressed in a stylish beige suit and skirt that accentuated her slender figure. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, glistening golden in the afterglow of the setting sun. Her face was delicately made up, her large, bright eyes, her nose prominent, and her lips painted with a light pink lipstick.

In her right hand, she held an exquisite leather briefcase, and in her left, she held a recorder. Her every movement exuded professionalism and confidence, as if she had an urban atmosphere that was in stark contrast to the simple rural environment around her.

……

"Hello."

The sunlight outlines the perfect profile of the female reporter, and her long hair flutters gently in the breeze, like a moving oil painting.

Oh, beauty! Tang Yin sighed in his heart.

"Hello!" Wang Lina responded enthusiastically.

The female reporter looked around, her eyes finally landing on Tang Yin, who was repairing his car. "Sorry to bother you again. Hey, I don't think I've seen this gentleman repairing his car before."

Tang Yin quickly stood up, dusted off his hands, and extended his right hand. "Hello, I'm the victim, Tang Yin."

"Is there any other self-introduction that's so self-deprecating?" Wang Lina couldn't help laughing.

The female reporter's expression instantly turned into confusion, "???????"

Tang Yin was startled, realizing the female reporter didn't know the joke yet. He quickly explained, "Actually, I had an accident nearby and am now taking refuge in the village."

After hearing the explanation, the female reporter breathed a sigh of relief. "Is that so? You're a student, right? It's really hard to encounter such a thing. By the way, here's my business card." She pulled a business card from her exquisite leather briefcase and handed it to Tang Yin.

Tang Yin took the business card and saw the words "Xia Hui" printed on it, and the title of "Freelance Writer" below.

"By the way, have you read my article?" Xia Hui asked.

"Um... sorry." Tang Yin answered somewhat awkwardly.

"...It's nothing. After all, I'm not famous. Besides, the magazines that publish my articles are either aimed at housewives or middle-aged and elderly people."

"Actually, that kind of article is very difficult to write. By the way, what kind of article are you writing about?" Tang Yin tried to find a topic.

“Food reviews, only for unique food.”

"For example, the world's most flavorful canned food, canned herring?"

Xia Hui nodded. "Yeah, but, hunting for exotic foods isn't popular anymore. I'm going to try writing about some lesser-known, rare dishes. If you have information on unique folk dishes, please contact me no matter what. As long as they're in China, it doesn't matter where."

Tang Yin pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered something from the past. "Well, I had a junior who used mushrooms he'd picked at school to make pork soup, and it ended up giving us collective hallucinations."

"Speculation and poison don't count." Xia Hui replied helplessly.

As the conversation progressed, the atmosphere in the square became relaxed and cheerful. Tang Yin and Xia Hui chatted back and forth, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings, immersed in this conversation about food and adventure.

Wang Lina observed silently from the side, an unreadable look in her eyes. In the distance, villagers gathered in twos and threes, whispering about the strange woman who had suddenly appeared, their eyes full of curiosity and vigilance.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it the scent of green grass from the distant fields. Xia Hui took a deep breath, as if trying to memorize this fresh, rural scent. Her gaze swept across the square and then returned to Tang Yin.

……

Tang Yin felt uncomfortable with this look and continued to ask, "By the way, I heard there's another person here for an interview?"

Xia Hui smiled slightly, a sly look in her eyes. "Well, there is indeed one person who has difficulty getting off the bus..." Before she finished her words, her eyes suddenly fixed, "Ah, here he comes."

The car door was flung open. A large figure squeezed out of the car, and the entire vehicle shook violently under his movement. Tang Yin's eyes widened, unable to believe what he saw.

He was a tall man, yet he pretended to be overweight. His body was the size of a small mountain, his round belly threatening to burst the buttons of his shirt. His face was as round as a large mooncake, and the flesh on his cheeks trembled slightly as he walked. Despite his enormous size, his eyes were incredibly sharp, as if they could see through people's hearts. Tang Yin couldn't help but gasp. In his impression, Zhao Gang from the village was already very strong, but the man before him completely shattered his perception. With this body fat percentage, even foreign sumo wrestlers would probably admit defeat.

When the giant left the driver's seat, the entire car trembled, as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted off. Tang Yin was even worried that the wheels would bounce due to the sudden reduction in weight.

Seeing Tang Yin's stunned expression, Xia Hui couldn't help but laugh as she introduced him, "He's the photographer Zhou Zhengxiong, much more famous than me. He's the legendary all-round photographer who can take a lot of great photos without even realizing it."

Although Tang Yin was a complete novice in photography, Xia Hui's words somehow struck him as persuasive. For one thing was certain—Mr. Zhou Zhengxiong was a heavyweight, both literally and figuratively.

Zhou Zhengxiong approached slowly, his face expressionless, as if he was indifferent to everything around him. Tang Yin mustered up the courage to break the silence: "Nice to meet you. I'm Tang Yin."

However, Zhou Zhengxiong remained silent, like a silent mountain. Tang Yin couldn't help but mutter in his heart: Is this guy still alive?
Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly awkward, Zhou Zhengxiong finally spoke slowly: "...Hello." His voice was unexpectedly soft, in stark contrast to his huge body.

A few seconds later, Zhou Zhengxiong suddenly bowed slightly to Tang Yin. This simple gesture instantly made Tang Yin understand the meaning of "earthquakes and mountain tremors." He even felt the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly, as if a giant elephant bowed before him.

Tang Yin forced a smile, but he secretly muttered to himself: This Mr. Zhou doesn't seem easy to get along with. His eyes accidentally met Xia Hui, who winked at him, as if to say, "Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

In the distance, villagers gathered in twos and threes, curiously gazing at this strange pair—the elegant female reporter, the silent, large photographer, and a young man who looked somewhat uneasy.

……

In the square, the figures of Tang Yin, Xia Hui, and Zhou Zhengxiong were stretched out like tentacles reaching out from another world. At this moment, Wang Lina's voice broke the silence, her words carrying a hint of teasing:

"Is today the last day of your interview?"

Xia Hui's eyes lit up when she heard this, as excited as a child who'd just gotten candy. She nodded vigorously, her voice filled with anticipation, "Well, I can finally taste the marinated animal meat that's been secretly stored by the owner, Chen Xiang."

Wang Lina raised her eyebrows and showed a meaningful smile on her face: "People from outside the area will definitely not be able to stand that smell, right?"

Xia Hui disagreed and said confidently: "Hehehe, I have stomach medicine with me, so there will be no problem." As she spoke, she patted the small bag she carried with her, and the sound of medicine bottles colliding came from inside.

Afterwards, Xia Hui led Zhou Zhengxiong towards the cafeteria. Zhou Zhengxiong remained silent, but his large body seemed surprisingly light, like a feather floating in the wind.

Tang Yin watched the two depart, and couldn't help but sigh: A beautiful woman and a hunter of rare delicacies, this kind of contrast is really his cup of tea. But he quickly came to his senses. The pressure of reality made it too late to care about such interesting things. He shook his head and prepared to continue repairing the dilapidated van.

Just as Tang Yin bent down to pick up the tools, a strange voice suddenly sounded beside him:
"Whoa!"

Tang Yin turned around suddenly and saw an old man with a strange face appear behind him.

The old man's appearance made Tang Yin gasp - his face was like a piece of old bark carved by time and suffering, with deep wrinkles crisscrossing like gullies.

His eyes were sunken, murky as two pools of stagnant water. His mouth was crooked, revealing a few yellowed teeth. The old man was hunched over, his body twisted like a question mark, reminiscent of the grotesque gargoyles on Gothic architecture.

Tang Yin suppressed his discomfort and politely greeted, "Hello?"

The old man did not respond, but just stared at Tang Yin blankly with his cloudy eyes.

Tang Yin looked at the old man carefully, thinking that he might be a demented old man. He slowed down his speech and asked in a gentle tone, "Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

The old man still didn't respond, standing there like a statue.

Tang Yin was silent for a moment. Just as he was about to continue repairing the car, the old man suddenly spoke in that strange voice:

"coming……"

Tang Yin was stunned. Coming? What's coming?
The old man still stood there with a dazed expression. His eyes, like two cloudy glass beads, stared blankly at the sky. A trace of glittering saliva hung from the corner of his half-open mouth, gleaming eerily in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Here it comes..." the old man spoke again, his voice seemed to come from far away.

Tang Yin couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's coming?"

The old man's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, like a breeze blowing through the leaves.

Tang Yin frowned: "What do you mean?"

He pointed to his ears, signaling the old man to speak louder.

As if he understood Tang Yin's intention, the old man slowly raised his skinny hand, first pointing at his own mouth, and then at Tang Yin's ear.

Tang Yin's heart moved, he squatted down and put his ear close to the old man's mouth.

At this moment, the old man suddenly shouted in a strange voice:
"The wolf is coming!"

The sound was like coming from the depths of hell, sharp and piercing. Tang Yin felt a sharp pain in his eardrum, as if someone had smashed glass next to his ear. He instinctively took a few steps back, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

The old man's eyes suddenly brightened, like two balls of blue will-o'-the-wisp fire. His mouth opened wide, revealing a mouthful of pitch-black teeth. His wrinkled face was now twisted like a demon's mask.

"The wolf is coming! The wolf is coming!" The old man kept repeating this sentence, his voice getting louder and sharper.

Tang Yin felt dizzy and his vision began to blur. The scenery around him seemed to be twisting and spinning. The old man's voice echoed in his ears, like a terrible curse.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew past, and Tang Yin shuddered. He began to hallucinate.

The square was deserted, with only a blood-red full moon hanging high in the sky, casting an eerie light. In the distance, a wolf howled, long and shrill.

Tang Yin stood there, trembling all over. Although he knew it was an illusion, he was certain of one thing—the night in the Hidden Mist Village was far more terrifying than he had imagined!
(End of this chapter)