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

Chapter 534: Supernatural Phenomena That Cannot Be Proven by Science
Wang Lina and Gao Mei's fingers danced lightly like butterfly wings, and their voices flowed like the gurgling of water, quietly flowing into Tang Yin's ears. The rhythm of the ballad was dizzyingly fast, and the complex gestures changed constantly with the melody, as if weaving an invisible net, enveloping everyone present.

Tang Yin frowned, a strange feeling of familiarity suddenly flooding his mind. He seemed to have heard these lyrics somewhere before. Memories drifted like dandelions scattered by the wind, settling into the corners of his thoughts.

"When the evening mist rises, a feast is about to begin."

Suddenly, Tang Yin recalled that fateful night. When he first met Hua Lu, the mysterious girl had sung similar lyrics. The scene at that time, like an ink painting, gradually became clear in his mind.

"The unclean will return to the underworld."

As these lyrics sounded, the melody suddenly turned low, as if the entire space was pulled into a dark vortex.

Gao Mei's expression suddenly changed, and she suddenly covered her face with her hands, as if avoiding some invisible fear.

Wang Lina's movements also changed. She squatted down and gently placed her hands on Gao Mei's shoulders, as if to comfort her, or to control her.

"This world does not tolerate people from the underworld."

There was a hint of sadness in the song, and Tang Yin felt an indescribable oppression in the air. The offensive and defensive balance quietly reversed at this moment, as if some invisible force was controlling everything.

"One person a day, hanging until the sun rises."

The last line of the lyrics was like a hammer, hammering down on Tang Yin's heart. The song ended abruptly, leaving the room in silence and countless unanswered questions.

Gao Mei and Wang Lina stood up at the same time, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

"YEAH~" Wang Lina cheered, her face filled with the joy of victory.

Gao Mei's expression was a little nostalgic, "I haven't sung this folk song for a long time..." There was a hint of imperceptible melancholy in her voice.

Tang Yin was still immersed in the shock of what had just happened, wondering: Is this the end? What secrets were hidden behind this ballad?
Wang Lina seemed to sense the strange atmosphere and turned to Xiao Mei and asked, "How is it, Xiao Mei? Is this game fun?"

Xiao Mee answered innocently, "It's fun, but you guys are moving too fast."

Wang Lina smiled and said, "Okay, then let Xiaomei teach you."

Gao Mei obviously didn't expect to be called out, and shouted in surprise, "Hey!? Me!?"

Xiao Mei jumped up excitedly, "Teach me!"

Gao Mei was a little embarrassed, but still agreed reluctantly: "Uh... okay, okay!"

At this moment, Wang Lina's expression suddenly became serious. She turned to Qin Ming and said in a heavy tone, "Qin Ming, I have something to tell you."

Qin Ming seemed to have noticed something and frowned slightly, "...What's wrong?"

He subconsciously glanced at Tang Yin, with a hint of apology and hesitation in his eyes.

Tang Yin keenly caught this look and took the initiative to say, "If it's something related to the Banquet, I'll temporarily step aside, okay?"

Qin Ming replied with some guilt: "...I'm sorry."

However, Wang Lina gave Tang Yin a meaningful look. Tang Yin immediately understood that she didn't intend to exclude him. This look seemed to say: You are also part of this puzzle.

Tang Yin took a deep breath and decided to go with the flow, "I'll go take a look outside."

Chen Xiang politely replied, "Okay, I'm very sorry for the poor hospitality."

Once outside, I took a deep breath, letting my thoughts flow into my lungs with the fresh air, trying to make sense of the situation.

He had already understood the village's beliefs and background, like the edges of a complex puzzle. However, the most crucial part - the villagers' true stance - remained unclear.

He realized that he could not exchange information directly with the villagers and could only rely on Wang Lina as an intermediary.

Every villager was on guard against him, but to varying degrees. This wariness was like an invisible barrier, preventing him from getting closer to the truth.

Tang Yin's gaze fell on a distant dwelling, where he could faintly hear whispers. He thought of Qin Ming, the man he seemed to be able to communicate with.

However, Qin Ming's position was so close to Wang Lina's, which made Tang Yin wary. He longed to talk directly with an adult, perhaps to get more unfiltered information.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Tang Yin's mind like lightning - the simplest way was for him to attend the [banquet] as well.

The thought made him shudder.

According to Wang Lina's description, the "banquet" was an extremely dangerous and evil custom. Tang Yin closed his eyes, and bloody images emerged in his mind.

He speculated that the Hidden Mist Village might have actually carried out lynchings on its residents. The Banquet was likely a continuation of this bloody ritual, albeit a milder one.

Tang Yin opened his eyes, his gaze sharp. We live in a society ruled by law, so why hasn't this tradition of murder and lynching disappeared? Is it simply because this place is a remote, lawless place? Or is it—

He suddenly remembered what Wang Lina once said: "Because I have seen God."

Is there really a god causing trouble?
Tang Yin couldn't help but sneer, thinking the idea was too foolish. But then he fell into deep thought. Since he had already witnessed the monster with his own eyes, according to his usual principles, he couldn't completely deny the existence of gods and monsters.

Does something that cannot be proven by science mean it does not exist? Tang Yin shook his head, thinking that this view was too arbitrary.

History tells us that things that were once unprovable are gradually being proven one by one as science develops. This happens every day, like a candle being lit in the darkness.

Incredible creatures, ghosts, aliens... Tang Yin cannot completely deny the possibility of the existence of these things.

However, reality always disappoints. He recalled the various supernatural phenomena he had investigated, and almost every source of information about incredible existence was a lie, a hoax, a misunderstanding or a rumor.

Tang Yin smiled wryly as he thought, almost every incredible legend ultimately ended in a disappointing truth. Before science could prove their existence, they had often already been proven non-existent. This was the helpless reality, like a never-ending game of chase.

He thought of Houdini, the famous magician who exposed the secrets of psychic magic. Tang Yin suspected that Houdini, deep down, must have believed in the existence of the supernatural. Perhaps his debunking of psychic magic was precisely to meet a true psychic. Unfortunately, his hopes were dashed; every one he encountered was a fraud.

Thinking of this, Tang Yin suddenly felt a surge of relief. Compared to Houdini's experience, he felt he was quite fortunate. After all, he had witnessed that monster with his own eyes, that existence beyond common sense. The shock and terror of that moment were still vivid in his memory.

However, reason quickly took over. Tang Yin shook his head gently, reminding himself not to let excessive speculations get in the way. This was ultimately a matter of life and death, so it was best not to speculate.

"Let's get back to the point," Tang Yin muttered to himself, his gaze growing firm. "The most important thing right now is to gather intelligence about the Banquet and avoid any life-threatening situations."

He frowned, realizing how little information he had. What was the outcome of this morning's "banquet"? Judging from the atmosphere in the cafeteria just now, no one should have been executed...

“—He’s dead.”

A clear voice suddenly rang out from behind Tang Yin, interrupting his thoughts. Tang Yin shuddered and turned around quickly.

"Who?" he asked warily, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Under the moonlight, a petite figure slowly approached. Tang Yin took a closer look and discovered that the person before him was Tong Xiaoliang, dressed in women's clothing.

Tong Xiaoliang wore a strange smile, the moonlight casting a mysterious hue on his face. He whispered, "Dead, dead, all dead."

Before Tang Yin had time to digest this, Tong Xiaoliang added, "You will definitely die too. Welcome to the Hidden Mist Village, you unlucky little brother."

As soon as the words fell, Tong Xiaoliang fiddled with her dress and ran away. Tang Yin was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and shouted: "Wait, Xiaoliang——"

Tong Xiaoliang stopped and turned around with a mischievous smile: "Hey, how did you find out, poop man!"

Tang Yin was a bit amused and confused: "Who is the poop man? Even though you are wearing a dress, your tone and voice should still be the same as usual."

Tong Xiaoliang tilted his head, pretending to think: "Oh, I didn't mean to cross-dress..."

Tang Yin raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Hey, do you usually wear women's clothes?"

Tong Xiaoliang nodded, a hint of helplessness on his face. "Well, because I'm super poor, I wear the same school uniform every day, and Granny Rong nags me whenever she sees me." He spun around, his skirt swaying in the moonlight. "So Xiaomei gave me her old clothes. Cute, isn't it?"

Tang Yin had to admit that Tong Xiaoliang looked really good in this dress. The soft pink color accentuated his fair skin, and the fluffy hem made him look like an elf.

"It's really cute... But, you are a boy, right?" Tang Yin asked a little confused.

If it was a stranger, Tang Yin might have mistaken him for a girl. Tong Xiaoliang had delicate features, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the moonlight, making him look more beautiful than many girls.

Tong Xiaoliang blinked and showed a sly smile: "Well, I have Ou Jinjin's. Do you want to go to the bathroom to take a look?"

Tang Yin was startled by this sudden invitation and waved his hands quickly: "No, no need, I believe you." He secretly complained in his heart that he didn't want to watch it.

"Do you feel uncomfortable with your gender?" Tang Yin asked cautiously, with a hint of concern in his eyes.

Tong Xiaoliang tilted his head and smiled innocently, "What do you mean, I'm a boy." His voice was clear, like a nightingale singing.

Tang Yin couldn't help scratching his head, "Then why are you wearing women's clothes?" There was a hint of confusion and helplessness in his tone.

Tong Xiaoliang looked down at his pink dress, gently stroking the soft fabric. He looked up, his eyes twinkling with stars. "No reason, because I'm just that kind of person."

"This kind of person..." Tang Yin muttered to himself, frowning slightly.

Tong Xiaoliang's smile suddenly turned bitter. "I'm a weirdo. I have a problem with my brain and I can't get along with ordinary people." His voice became low with a hint of self-mockery.

However, the next second, his eyes became firm again, "But if you can't do what you want, it must be painful, so let it be weird."

Tang Yin nodded thoughtfully, "...In other words, do whatever you want?"

"Yeah," Tong Xiaoliang nodded with a smile, "Why do people wear clothes? If it's not cold, being naked would be nice too, right?"

Tang Yin was shocked by this bold statement, but he quickly understood Tong Xiaoliang's thoughts.

Is he driven by emotion? He thought, what a unique child. Unless he has the opportunity, it will be difficult for such a person to gain a foothold in society.

"It must be very hard, right?" Tang Yin asked softly, with sympathy in his tone.

Tong Xiaoliang suddenly put on a mischievous expression, "Oh... Actually, the Hidden Mist Village is a good place to live. Poop boy, do you want to stay?"

Tang Yin was startled by this sudden invitation, "Why do you say that?"

"Isn't it troublesome to live in the city?" Tong Xiaoliang asked back with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Tang Yin shook his head, "No, it's very convenient."

Tong Xiaoliang tilted his head and showed a sly smile, "Really? I thought something unpleasant had happened, so you ran out of the city to relax."

Tang Yin was silent for a moment, "...I can't deny this." A complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Poop Man, is there something wrong with your brain?" Tong Xiaoliang suddenly asked, with innocent curiosity in his tone.

Tang Yin quickly waved his hands, "Well, I will do my best to deny this."

Tong Xiaoliang showed a disappointed expression, "Oh, that's so strange, I thought we were the same kind."

At this moment, Tong Xiaoliang's gaze suddenly passed Tang Yin and looked behind him. "Right, Grandpa?"

Tang Yin was startled and turned around suddenly, only to see a Wolf Master who had appeared behind them at some point. He had a weathered face, and a strange light flickered in his deep eye sockets.

"Ah..." Master Wolf let out an ambiguous groan.

Tang Yin sucked in a breath of cold air and said in his heart: Wow, it’s that weird Wolf Master again!
Tong Xiaoliang, however, seemed to have found a new playmate and said excitedly, "I think the poop man is a pervert!"

Master Wolf grinned, revealing a few yellow teeth, "Ah... hehehehe..." His laughter sounded like the friction of dead leaves in the night wind, which made people feel creepy.

Tong Xiaoliang seemed to be encouraged and repeated, "Right, the poop man is a pervert!"

"Poop...male..." Master Wolf muttered to himself, looking at Tang Yin with a dull look.

Tang Yin felt powerless. He held his forehead and said helplessly, "Please, don't spread this nickname anymore. Xiao Tang, Xiao Yin, any other name is better than this nickname."

(End of this chapter)