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

Chapter 551 Wang Lina's Confession
Wang Lina lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her face, and her voice was a little helpless: "Among them was someone from the elder's family, and later on it made a big fuss. Since then, the elders have become more and more strict with me." Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the windowsill, as if touching those distant memories.

"I see. So you're a righteous, militant faction." Tang Yin's lips curled slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. His gaze fell on Wang Lina's delicate profile, and as he observed her slightly sharp features, a thought crossed his mind: Was she sent to the Hidden Mist Village because she had offended an elder? This thought, like a feather, gently landed on his heart, yet it stirred ripples.

Wang Lina brushed the hair from her ear and smiled a bitter smile. Moonlight filtered through her curled hair, casting tiny specks of light on her fair cheeks. "Not really... just hot-blooded and causing trouble." Her tone carried a hint of nostalgia, but her eyes gleamed with a stubborn glint.

"Rebellious period?" Tang Yin asked softly, with a hint of thoughtfulness in his voice.

Moonlight streamed into the room through the carved wooden window lattices, adding a touch of haziness to their conversation. The old floorboards creaked softly under their feet, as if telling of the vicissitudes of this century-old house. Wang Lina leaned against the wall, arms folded, and said thoughtfully, "That's how it feels. Xiaomei and Xiaoyi feel the same way, right? In a rural area like this, good kids like Qin Ming are rare."

Tang Yin frowned slightly. He walked to the window and looked at the outline of the village shrouded in the night in the distance. "Really? I think compared to the twisted city, the children in the countryside are healthier and more innocent."

"Let's put it this way, in this poor place." Wang Lina's voice suddenly became low, as if suppressed by some invisible weight. The night wind swept over the eaves, bringing with it a faint sound of bells. It was a wind chime hanging in someone's house.

Tang Yin fell silent. Indeed, Wuyin Village was an extremely poor place. There was no roar of traffic, no light from cell phones, and even the most basic signs of economic activity were hard to find. The dilapidated houses looked particularly desolate in the moonlight. The villagers seemed to survive only through the most primitive methods of farming and hunting, leading a self-sufficient life virtually isolated from the outside world.

The night breeze rustled gently, bringing the distant rustling of leaves and the faint chirping of insects. Tang Yin's thoughts became increasingly clear: the crops and game here could only be resold through Baifeng Manor. If that were the case, Baifeng Manor could deliberately lower the purchase price, and Wuyin Village would never be able to escape the shadow of poverty. The thought made him feel a pang of fear.

He gazed through the window at the twinkling lights of the distant village. Those faint lights seemed so lonely and stubborn in the night. While money can't buy everything, material poverty often leads to spiritual poverty. To maintain a simple yet noble character in such an environment, perhaps only a saint could do it. For ordinary people, poverty means only endless hardship, like those lights swaying in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

Even more thought-provoking is the story of Wuyin Village, isolated within Baifeng Village, which has lived under unjust oppression since childhood. The muddy paths, ramshackle wooden houses, and plainly dressed villagers all speak of the hardships this place endures. It's only natural for children raised in such an environment to develop rebellious tendencies. Perhaps in such circumstances, rebellious children become even more genuine and endearing, like the tenacious wildflowers growing in the wilderness.

Wang Lina suddenly turned around, the moonlight outlining her graceful neckline. She looked at Tang Yin with a half-smile: "Are you scared?"

"No." Tang Yin answered simply. Although his tone was calm, his fingers gripping the window frame tightened slightly.

Wang Lina's red lips curled up in a playful arc, and her eyes gleamed with a sly glint. She slowly walked towards Tang Yin, her leather boots making a soft clicking sound on the wooden floor. "You're lying! A woman like me who can whip out a baseball bat at any moment must have scared your bat away, right?" Her tone was a hint of teasing, but it suddenly lightened the heavy atmosphere.

"My ex-girlfriend was also this type." Tang Yin suddenly spoke, his voice calm without a trace of emotion.

Wang Lina was stunned for a moment, her red lips parted slightly. "...Oh." Her fingers unconsciously twisted together, her eyes flickering as if she was pondering something. After a moment, she hesitated and said, "...Um... Hey, is it true..."

"Why are you wavering?" Tang Yin turned around, and the moonlight outlined his tall and straight figure.

Wang Lina lowered her head, her long hair covering half of her face, and her voice was filled with a subtle nervousness: "...You really broke up with your girlfriend?"

"Do you think I'm lying?" There was a hint of amusement in Tang Yin's eyes.

"I thought it was a pick-up line." Wang Lina raised her head, a faint blush appearing on her face.

Tang Yin shook his head, his tone tinged with self-mockery: "That's too much! I really had a huge fight with her and risked my life to break up with her."

"Ahahaha...my condolences..." Wang Lina laughed dryly and seemed a little embarrassed.

"What about you?" Tang Yin suddenly changed the subject.

"Huh?" Wang Lina was caught off guard and blinked her bright eyes.

"Fifty-three people have been killed. Now it's your turn to confess, right?" Tang Yin's tone was somewhat teasing. The night breeze blew gently, lifting a corner of the curtains. The sound of cicadas chirped in the distance.

"Ah...well, that." Wang Lina hesitated, her fingers unconsciously curling the ends of her hair.

"Like, how many people have you actually been with?"

"...two people...right?" Her voice became smaller and smaller, almost a mosquito whisper.

"Instantly turned from a super experienced driver into a novice on the road?" Tang Yin raised his eyebrows.

Wang Lina's face flushed immediately, like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "When did I ever say such a thing! I admit that I made up some stories, but I am still very popular in college, and people ask me out every day!" There was a bit of panic and excuses in her voice.

"If that's the case, why are there only two of them?"

"Well... maybe it's because we're not suitable?" Her tone gradually calmed down, and a hint of loneliness appeared in her eyes.

"What about me?" Tang Yin's voice was as light as a feather.

Wang Lina was silent, the moonlight cast a faint shadow on her face: "..."

"Stop talking. If I keep having expectations, I'll be more and more afraid of death." There was a hint of bitterness in her voice.

Silence stretched between the two of them, with only the chirping of insects in the distance reminding them of the passage of time.

"Everyone is afraid of death, right?" Tang Yin broke the silence.

"Who knows?" Wang Lina looked into the distance, as if looking at something invisible.

"Why do you say that?"

"Compared to death, gods are more terrifying." Her voice suddenly became deep, carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitudes. Tang Yin was silent for a moment: "..."

"The gods you're talking about are different from what most people know, right?" He chose his words carefully.

"Where?" Wang Lina turned her head, and the moonlight illuminated her pale profile.

"How should I put it? It looks very scary. Haven't you seen it?"

Wang Lina's gaze grew deep, as if she could see through the darkness itself: "Everyone has encountered gods before, perhaps we just can't see them."

The night wind suddenly grew chilly, and the curtains rustled softly without a breeze. Wang Lina's voice was remarkably clear in the darkness: "The gods are indeed terrifying, but no one knows it."

The air froze for a few seconds. Tang Yin took a deep breath and looked directly into Wang Lina's eyes: "Can't I see or know either?"

Under the moonlight, Wang Lina's delicate profile looked exceptionally cold. She was silent for a long time, her drooping eyelashes casting a shadow on her face: "..."

"You're the only one who doesn't know." She whispered, her voice trembling with an almost unnoticeable tremor. Then, she raised her head, her eyes flashing with complex emotions: "That's why I—don't want to lose you."

Tang Yin's brows furrowed slightly, and his tone became serious: "This sentence is a vow of eternal love, don't make such a joke."

"...Are you angry?" Wang Lina asked cautiously, her slender fingers unconsciously twisted together.

"A little."

"Really?" Her voice was as light as a feather.

Tang Yin couldn't help but raise his voice: "It's already this late, and you're still saying things that can lead to misunderstandings. You haven't told me your true feelings yet. Isn't that a bit too much?"

Wang Lina's shoulders trembled slightly, and her voice was filled with helplessness: "...I don't know what to do either. I'm also confused."

"Tell me everything." Tang Yin took a step forward, his voice filled with a firmness that could not be refused.

Wang Lina lowered her head, her long hair covering her expression: "..."

She suddenly turned around and walked quickly to the door: "I'm going back to bed."

"Wang Lina!!" Tang Yin's shout echoed in the corridor.

"Good night." Her voice was erratic, like a wisp of smoke about to dissipate.

The door clicked shut, and Tang Yin stood there, countless questions flashing through his mind: What does this mean? Why are you running away?

He leaned against the wall, his brow furrowed. Was he not trustworthy enough for her? Or was this all just a prank? Or... was there something wrong with her brain? No, maybe there was something else going on?
"Damn it!" He cursed under his breath and wanted to continue asking questions, but the door was already closed. An irritable emotion surged in his chest, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

Now is not the time to dwell on that. The more important question is: Who is the wolf going to attack today?
Tang Yin walked to the window and looked out at the dim courtyard, his thoughts racing. Of those who voted for Wang Lina today, Wolf Master was already dead, meaning she would be unlikely to secure a majority vote in the future. If he were a wolf, the most important thing to do now would be to kill those who were valuable to the human camp but difficult to execute through a banquet vote.

If this analysis is made, both Wang Lina and Qin Ming are in great danger tonight. No, wait—Tang Yin's eyes suddenly grew sharp. On the other hand, if they survived, it would seem unnatural, so unnatural that one would doubt whether they were wolves.

His gaze fell on the direction where Wang Lina had disappeared, his heart filled with conflict. Could he really trust her? Tang Yin had no way of knowing for sure. But one thing was certain: Xiong Eunuch would definitely be suspected, which would be extremely detrimental to her future survival.

A cold wind blew in through the window, carrying with it the chill of the night. Tang Yin sighed, then belatedly realized: Should I have discussed the escape with her earlier?

"Forget it, it probably won't work." Tang Yin muttered to himself and withdrew his hand from the door handle.

As the night deepened, the cold wind in the corridor made him shiver. Although he didn't know what the gods she was talking about were, given Wang Lina's personality, she would never choose to run away. Thinking of this, Tang Yin couldn't help but fall into deep thought: Was the fear she just expressed really from the heart?
Could it be that she had actually seen the so-called gods? Tang Yin shook his head. This idea was so absurd that even he found it laughable. However, could the "gods" without any sense of reality be referring to a specific thing?
"Damn it, I can't figure it out." He scratched his hair irritably. His empty stomach made a protesting sound, and the hunger made his thoughts even more confused.

"Let's go to sleep." Tang Yin decided to take a bath first to recharge his batteries. However, he was still too naive.
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Tang Yin opened his sleepy eyes and immediately noticed something was wrong—the wooden stick holding up the door had been removed. His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately jumped out of bed and opened the door.

The scene outside the door froze him. Qin Ming and Wang Lina were standing in the hallway, unharmed. Behind them stood Gao Mei, though she looked awful: frighteningly pale, with dark circles under her eyes. While the others weren't in good shape either, hers was clearly more serious.

Gao Mei was unusually quiet at the moment, holding Qin Ming's hand obediently, a stark contrast to her fierce attitude from yesterday. Tang Yin noticed that her other friend had disappeared.

The group walked towards the cafeteria in silence. When they pushed open the cafeteria door, that ominous feeling returned - the door was not locked. This scene reminded Tang Yin of the door of Gao Zhijie's house, which was also like that that morning.

"Mom should be sleeping upstairs." Qin Ming hurried into the cafeteria before anyone else, with a hint of nervousness in his voice that was hard to conceal.

Tang Yin's mind raced: Was Chen Xiang attacked? No, even if she wasn't, judging by her unusual behavior yesterday, the possibility of suicide couldn't be ruled out.

However, his worries were clearly unnecessary. As soon as he entered the cafeteria, he saw Chen Xiang's busy figure. She wore an apron and bustled around the stove, as if nothing had happened. The morning light shone through the cafeteria windows, casting a warm and peaceful shadow on her.

The aroma of food filled the air, dispelling the chill of the early morning. Even so, Tang Yin felt an inexplicable sense of disharmony. Perhaps it was because this peace had come too suddenly, or perhaps it was because the unresolved mysteries of last night still lingered in his mind.

(End of this chapter)