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

Chapter 535 No one can violate the rules of the mountain
Tong Xiaoliang tilted his head, blinked his big eyes, and suddenly said, "Uncle Tang?"

His clear voice was particularly resonant in the silent night. Before Tang Yin could respond, Master Lang beside him chimed in with a hoarse voice, "Uncle Yin?"

Tang Yin suddenly felt powerless. He held his forehead and said helplessly, "I'm not an uncle!"

Under the moonlight, Tang Yin's expression was complicated, his brows slightly furrowed. He thought to himself: Is this to prevent confusion between him and Xiaomei? But why is he so persistent in calling himself uncle?

After a brief inner struggle, Tang Yin finally gave up resistance. He sighed and said softly, "...Forget it, let it be."

When Tong Xiaoliang heard this, his eyes lit up and he jumped up excitedly, "Poop Man finally has a name, Uncle Tang!"

Tang Yin was amused by Tong Xiaoliang's reaction, but then he thought of something and turned to look at Master Wolf and asked, "...Are you familiar with Master Wolf?"

Tong Xiaoliang smiled brightly and proudly announced, "We are the brain-problem duo!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wolf grinned, revealing a few yellow teeth, and let out a strange laugh: "Hehehehehehehehe!" The old man seemed very happy, and his eyes narrowed into slits.

Seeing this, Tong Xiaoliang's eyes flashed with cunning. He turned to Tang Yin and said, "Uncle Tang, why don't you join us? When the fog clears, we'll go to Baifengzhuang to steal chickens together."

Tang Yin was startled by this sudden invitation and blurted out, "Are you Kappa?"

After saying that, Tang Yin fell into deep thought again: Come to think of it, why does he like himself so much?

After some thought, Tang Yin felt that this wasn't a bad thing. Among the three students he knew, this child was the most special. Thinking of this, Tang Yin suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, weren't you with the other high school students today?"

Tong Xiaoliang's expression became complicated when he heard this. He looked up at the moon and replied softly, "Hmm? Because Xiaomei is having a tantrum. If I stay with her now, I'll definitely be in trouble."

Tang Yin was a little surprised and asked, "What is she angry about?"

Tong Xiaoliang lowered his head and gently kicked the pebbles on the ground with his toes. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Well... actually, Xiaomei likes Qin Ming. Sister Lina is back, and Qin Ming is very happy, so Xiaomei is jealous..."

Hearing this, Tang Yin became even more confused: "...If that's the case, why are you angry with me?"

Tong Xiaoliang raised his head, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Because Xiaomei hopes that Qin Ming and Sister Lina will be together..."

After hearing this, Tang Yin couldn't help but sigh: What a subtle relationship. He asked tentatively, "In other words, she wants to fulfill the wish of the person she secretly loves?"

Tong Xiaoliang nodded, with a hint of emotion in his voice: "Well, well, you and Sister Lina stick together all day, so she got angry for no reason."

Tang Yin suddenly realized that he had been caught up in their love triangle. Under the moonlight, his expression became complicated, with a mixture of helplessness and a bit of a dilemma.

Tang Yin frowned slightly, and suddenly thought of something, and asked: "By the way, does Lina know about this?"

Tong Xiaoliang tilted his head, a cunning light flashing in his eyes, and replied softly: "You should know, right? However, Qin Ming is not Sister Lina's type, there is no hope~"

When Tang Yin heard these straightforward words, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This child speaks very directly.

Before Tang Yin could respond, Tong Xiaoliang excitedly said, "Isn't this great! Sister Lina is Uncle Tang's woman!"

Tang Yin was startled by Tong Xiaoliang's words and didn't know how to respond. He took a deep breath and carefully considered his words: "Well, how should I put it? Put it this way, do you really not mind?"

Tong Xiaoliang's expression suddenly turned confused when he heard this. He blinked his big eyes and said, "...Why do you ask that?"

Tang Yin observed Tong Xiaoliang's expression and explained slowly, "From what I've observed, although you have a very unrestrained personality, you are always very cautious when talking to Xiaomei."

Tong Xiaoliang lowered his head and was silent for a while after listening to this. Then he raised his head with a complicated look in his eyes: "Hmm, ah, well, it shouldn't be that feeling. We are childhood sweethearts. In this situation, it's normal to worry about her, right?"

Tang Yin looked at Tong Xiaoliang, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Unexpected, Xiaoliang, she is so innocent, I thought you would like to tease her."

When Tong Xiaoliang heard this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sly smile: "It's more fun to tease you, until you die."

Tong Xiaoliang's expression turned serious again as he changed the subject: "Anyway, I owe Qin Ming a lot of favors, and Xiaomei is also very pitiful~"

Tang Yin sensed the atmosphere was becoming somewhat heavy, so he decided to change the subject: "Let's get back to the point. It seems like we've been talking about private matters."

Tong Xiaoliang's eyes flashed with panic when he heard this, and he said a little embarrassedly: "Ah, I accidentally said it all. Are you a magician, Uncle Tang?"

Tang Yin laughed in his heart: It's obviously you who are chattering away.

Suddenly, Tang Yin remembered something important and asked seriously, "Come to think of it, you just said 'dead'. Did anyone die, besides the reporter?"

Tong Xiaoliang's expression instantly became mysterious, and he whispered, "Although they are still alive, the people of the Hidden Mist Village are almost dead, right?"

Tang Yin was curious about this: "Well, why?"

Tong Xiaoliang shook his head, a hint of confusion in his eyes: "Well, I don't know, but I just have this feeling."

He paused and continued, "When Brother Gang said he was a [Snake], I felt this way."

Tong Xiaoliang's voice became lower and lower, as if he was talking to himself: "Well, the Wolf God smiled - this feeling."

When Tang Yin heard this, he suddenly became alert: "Wait, what did you just say?"

Tong Xiaoliang repeated with some confusion: "The Wolf God laughed."

Tang Yin shook his head and asked, "The previous sentence."

Tong Xiaoliang frowned and tried to recall: "Hmm...Did Brother Gang say he was a snake?"

A gleam flashed in Tang Yin's eyes, as if he had grasped some important clue: "I see. I'll be leaving first. Goodbye, Xiaoliang, Grandpa."

Tong Xiaoliang frowned, feeling something strange: "Huh?"

Master Wolf's cloudy yet deep eyes narrowed slightly, and his hoarse voice was particularly clear in the night: "The wolf is coming."

Not far away, Tang Yin's footsteps suddenly sounded. He walked back quickly, a look of anxiety and confusion on his face: "Do you already know?"

Upon hearing this, Master Wolf raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of confusion in his eyes: "?"

Seeing this, Tang Yin cursed inwardly, his brow furrowed. He realized that neither his connections nor his time were sufficient; the situation was more complicated than he had imagined. Without pausing, Tang Yin turned and left, walking quickly deeper into the village. In the moonlight, his figure seemed particularly lonely and determined.

After passing through several winding paths, Tang Yin finally found Zhao Gang working in a vegetable patch. In the moonlight, Zhao Gang's figure looked particularly burly, and he was concentrating on tending the vegetables in the field.

Tang Yin walked over quickly and called out anxiously, "Zhao Gang!"

Zhao Gang was startled by the sudden call. He straightened up and turned to look at Tang Yin: "...Ah? What's wrong?"

Tang Yin looked at Zhao Gang's puzzled expression, feeling somewhat helpless: "This is my line, right? Why are you still in the mood to farm now?"

Tang Yin took a deep breath, with a hint of gratitude in his tone: "Thank you very much for the key."

Zhao Gang heard this, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he whispered back: "Well...it's nothing, don't run around, everyone is very nervous now."

Tang Yin did not flinch at Zhao Gang's warning. Instead, he said more firmly, "I came to you for this very matter. Zhao Gang, do you know how many people a wolf can kill in one night?"

When Zhao Gang heard this, his body stiffened noticeably, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "...Did Wang Lina even tell you this?"

Tang Yin looked directly into Zhao Gang's eyes and said firmly, "I forced her to tell me. Besides, when you handed me over to her, you had already guessed this outcome, right?"

He paused, his tone softening slightly: "It's just that the information I have is very fragmented, and I'm a little uneasy. I'm sorry, can you tell me everything?"

After hearing this, Zhao Gang sighed deeply, with a hint of helplessness and irritation in his eyes: "...Ah, to be honest, this is too stupid. How can I let this kind of thing interfere with my farming!"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "I thought Wang Lina and you would never believe such a thing, but I didn't expect you to believe it too?"

Zhao Gang's tone remained steady, but Tang Yin was keenly aware of something. He said in a deep voice, "Two people have already died."

When Zhao Gang heard this, his face showed no shock at all, but a hint of indifference: "What's so strange about that?"

Tang Yin was surprised by this answer: "Huh?"

Zhao Gang's eyes became deep and complicated: "What's so strange about the dead? Isn't it just cleaning up the bodies?"

When Tang Yin heard this, he was shocked. Wait, what does this mean?
Zhao Gang seemed to sense Tang Yin's confusion and continued, "Have you seen the construction site above with the landslide? Eight years ago, when Qian Jin was doing construction work at his house, something went wrong there."

His voice deepened. "They thought it was so horrible they didn't even bother to clean up. In the end, I was the one who dug up the workers' bodies and buried them."

Tang Yin was shocked when he heard this. He never thought that the accident could be so serious.

Zhao Gang's eyes grew deeper, as if he were recalling the past: "Some foolish city dwellers came to the mountains to hang themselves, or were eaten by wild beasts. It was always Uncle Gao and I who cleaned up the bodies."

His tone was filled with a hint of helplessness and anger: "It's not surprising that a body was washed up in the Shenge River. I don't know if it was someone who came here to fish, but in any case, it's very dangerous upstream!"

Zhao Gang's voice suddenly rose: "No one will take care of us! We have no choice but to clean up those bodies ourselves!"

His eyes flashed with mixed emotions: "Whether it's wild beasts or corpses, it's nothing new in the mountains, young man."

Tang Yin took a deep breath, his tone hesitant: "...But, this time it's in the village..."

Zhao Gang heard this, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes, and he waved his rough big hand casually, as if to drive away an annoying fly: "So what? Bears don't eat people, so it should be a wolf pack."

Tang Yin keenly grasped the implication in Zhao Gang's words and pressed on, "You mean, was it an attack by a wild beast?"

Zhao Gang's eyes suddenly became sharp as he stared directly at Tang Yin: "Even if it was man-made, so what? Just keep watch! Is it necessary to kill each other?"

Tang Yin was choked by Zhao Gang's question and was speechless for a moment. He lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

As the night deepened, the surrounding scenery seemed shrouded in a hazy veil. Tang Yin's eyes fell on Zhao Gang's calloused hands, and he thought to himself: Zhao Gang is a difficult person to evaluate...

He has clear ideas and a reasonable way of thinking, and he maintains a skeptical attitude towards the unknown, which is particularly valuable in the current situation.

However, Tang Yin keenly sensed that Zhao Gang seemed to have a principle that took precedence over rationality. His brow furrowed slightly, his thoughts drifting off: How should I put it… the rules of the Hidden Mist Village?
No, it's more like a sense of companionship.

Protecting the Hidden Mist Village, this is his principle.

Tang Yin's gaze returned to Zhao Gang's weather-beaten face. Despite his best efforts, he was unwilling to admit the possibility that there might be an enemy among the villagers.

To him, the current situation is nothing more than the discovery of the bodies of outsiders—

——Or so he convinced himself.

The night wind blew again, bringing with it a rustling sound of leaves. Tang Yin realized that the current situation was dangerous, but as an outsider, he was in no position to express his opinion.

After careful consideration, Tang Yin decided to temporarily follow Zhao Gang's opinion: "Well... you're right, we really shouldn't believe in this kind of superstition."

When Zhao Gang heard this, he didn't show the expected approval on his face. Instead, he frowned: "..."

He seemed very dissatisfied, and Tang Yin's heart tightened. What was going on?

In order to break the awkward atmosphere, Tang Yin decided to continue asking, "However, I am still a little concerned. If the legend says there is no limit to the number of kills, then the mentality is completely different."

Zhao Gang's expression softened slightly, and he shook his head: "...Ah, that's not the case. Wolves can only kill one person in one night."

A hint of surprise flashed in Tang Yin's eyes: "Really? Why is there a limit on the number of kills?"

Zhao Gang's eyes grew deep, as if he was recalling something: "That's what Grandma Rong said."

His voice was deep and firm: "No one can violate the rules of the mountain, not even the Yellow Spring Wolf."

Tang Yin was shocked when he heard this. Granny Rong? The rules of the mountain? These words kept echoing in his mind, like opening a door to an unknown world.

As the night deepened, the distant howl of an unknown animal sent a chill down one's spine. Tang Yin and Zhao Gang stood in the moonlight, one a doubtful outsider, the other a local guarding the village's secrets. Between them lay an invisible barrier, a complex web of traditions, beliefs, and secrets.

(End of this chapter)