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

Chapter 555 Tang Yin must think

Tang Yin's heartbeat was rapid, and his eyes were fixed on the wooden door that kept making strange noises. Could it be Hua Lu opening the door? As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the door suddenly opened.

The sunlight shone through the approximately 20-centimeter-wide crack in the door, but it seemed to be swallowed by the darkness, and the inside was still pitch black. At this moment, a bloodstained face suddenly appeared in the crack of the door -

"Mmmmmmm ahh ...

Hua Lu's face was distorted beyond recognition, and the sound she made was terrifying. Her figure disappeared into the darkness like a ghost, replaced by a series of terrifying groans, like a mixture of the wails of wild animals and humans.

Suddenly, a pale hand stretched out from the darkness and grabbed Tang Yin's neck like lightning!
Wang Lina and Qian Jin screamed in fear at this sudden change, but Tang Qi was too busy to care about them. The force of that hand was so great that it compressed his trachea and carotid artery, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Even more terrifying was the hand that was groaning softly as it dragged him into the hut. The sunlight shone on the hand, and the blood-stained cuffs were clearly the same floral dress Hualu usually wore!
"—Help—!" Tang Yin struggled to squeeze out the two words, his brain beginning to reel from lack of oxygen. What was this inhuman strength? It was indeed Hua Lu's hand, but how could an ordinary girl have such strength?
"Hurry up and help!" Tang Yin yelled at the two people who were standing there in a daze.

Finally, Wang Lina and Qian Jin recovered from their shock. They rushed forward, grasping the wrist tightly, trying to pry open the vise-like fingers. Fear and the intense pressure on Tang Yin's neck gradually blurred his vision and his consciousness began to fade.

"No... no more..." Tang Yin felt like he was about to suffocate.

"Let go! Let... go!!" Wang Lina's voice was filled with tears, and she tried her best to pry the hand open.

"Let go of your hands...!" Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Qian Jin's forehead, and his voice became hoarse due to the exertion.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the strange hand suddenly loosened! Wang Lina reacted extremely quickly, stepped forward, raised her foot and kicked the door hard, "bang" shut.

"Is there anything that can hold up the door?!" Wang Lina looked around anxiously.

"Where should I go to look for it?" Qian Jin turned around in panic, completely confused.

"Never mind, give me the axe!" Wang Lina snatched the axe leaning against the wall.

Tang Yin collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. A shocking red mark remained on his neck. His vision was blurry, his ears were buzzing, and his brain was still dizzy from lack of oxygen.

From within the door came a series of piercing screams and muffled groans, like the roars of some inhuman creature. Tang Yin forced himself to calm down and tried to sort out his thoughts: they had just tried to open the door, or rather, to break it down, but were instead attacked by the "thing" inside.

The question now was: what was that thing in that dark room, constantly screaming and groaning? Was it still the Hua Lu they knew?
The sunlight shone through the mist covering the small mountain village, and Wang Lina's voice was particularly clear in the sky.

"——Qian Jin! Hold the door first! I'll go get everyone over here!" She turned and looked at Tang Yin, who was still gasping for breath on the ground. "——Tang Yin, are you okay? Can you stand up?"

Tang Yin tried to calm his breathing, his throat burning with pain: "-Ah, um-"

Now was not the time to hesitate; he had to act immediately. Tang Yin held onto the wall and forced himself to stand up, the pinch marks on his neck still aching slightly.

Within ten minutes, Wang Lina arrived with the village's able-bodied men. They carried planks and tools and frantically began reinforcing the dreaded hut. With heavy breathing, nails were hammered into the boards one by one, and heavy cabinets were pushed against the window.

Sweat soaked everyone's clothes, and the bungalow gradually transformed into a "prison." When everyone collapsed on the ground in exhaustion, someone asked in a barely audible voice, "—What do we do now?"

From time to time, creepy groans could be heard from the hut, accompanied by the sound of furniture being smashed, as if some wild beast was wreaking havoc inside. No one dared to answer that question, but everyone knew in their hearts that the "thing" inside could not be let out under any circumstances.

What happened to Hualu?
"Yellow Springs people..."

The hoarse voice of Granny Rong broke the silence. She was the oldest resident in the village, her wrinkled face looking particularly pale in the sunlight.

"Granny Rong, what do you mean!?" Gao Mei, a young girl with a ponytail, asked in horror.

Granny Rong stared straight ahead with her cloudy eyes: "An unclean person from the Yellow Springs Road... must be a Yellow Springs person..."

"No, that's not right!" Gao Mei interrupted excitedly, "The Yellow Springs Man is a wolf, right? He was resurrected because of his hatred for humans..."

"You're wrong, Xiaomei..." Granny Rong slowly shook her head, her voice filled with indescribable fatigue. "No matter before or now, the Hidden Mist Village has never escaped the threat of the Yellow Springs."

She paused and continued, "Contaminated humans will also become Huangquan people. I wonder what taboo Master Hualu has violated."

Qian Jin had been standing by the door, and upon hearing this, he trembled all over. "No, no, it's impossible! Guarding taboos and managing purification, isn't this the mission of the Spider House!?"

"That's why it was swallowed by the pollution!" Grandma Rong's voice suddenly became a little louder.

"This...this kind of thing..." Qian Jin's face turned pale, and he found it hard to accept this fact.

Granny Rong sighed deeply: "So, Lady Hualu moved to the Hidden Mist Village to stop the spread of Huangquan's pollution..."

A wind blew, bringing waves of chill. The banging sounds inside the cabin grew more intense, as if to confirm the horrifying truth. Everyone was silent, staring at the sealed house, their hearts filled with fear of the unknown.

The afternoon sun was filtered through a thick fog, shrouding the small mountain village. Granny Rong's stooped figure looked even older under the graying sky, and her cloudy eyes flickered with anxiety.

"...From now on, there will definitely be more and more people from Huangquan..." Her voice trembled, as if she was predicting a terrible future.

The old man took a deep breath and continued, "Zhao Gang is a good boy... Leaving before he sees hell... might actually be a good thing..."

At this point, tears welled up in Granny Rong's eyes. She clasped her hands together and began to chant in a low voice: "Namo Qianming Daquanxian, Namo Qianming Daquanxian..."

Ancient scriptures drifted in the damp air, and her hunched body trembled constantly, as if enduring unspeakable pain. Drops of tears fell silently on the muddy ground before her.

Qian Jin stood aside, his face as pale as paper: "...Wait, what should I do with Hualu..."

Granny Rong was silent for a moment. She raised her head, a look of determination flashing in her eyes: "...The Yellow Spring Man must be hanged."

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Tang Yin's mind raced, trying to make sense of this absurd situation. According to the rules he'd previously learned, "Violating the rules will lead to contamination," and "Contamination equals death." But how exactly did contamination occur? Would Hua Lu die from contamination? These questions were shrouded in mystery, and no one could offer answers.

The development of the situation is completely beyond common sense, and everyone's behavior becomes more and more weird. In this way, they seem to be walking towards the abyss of death without knowing it. This weird situation, this unreasonable development,
…This kind of thing is like a supernatural phenomenon.

"..." Chen Xiang, standing at the edge of the crowd, suddenly broke the silence. Her long hair, damp from the humid air, clung to her cheeks, and her face looked exceptionally tired.

"...Are you all going to eat?" she asked softly. "I've calmed down now. Let's do the rest after everyone calms down."

This suggestion was like a ray of sunshine illuminating everyone's chaotic thoughts. Everyone nodded silently and turned to head towards the cafeteria. But behind them, Hualu's mournful moans lingered, like a ghost demanding her life, unable to be dispelled.

A depressing atmosphere permeated the cafeteria. The old ceiling fan struggled to turn, making a creaking sound. No one spoke, only the rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables emanated from the kitchen: "crack, crack," like some eerie metronome.

Granny Rong continued chanting in the corner, her hoarse voice blending with the sounds of chopping vegetables to form an eerie lullaby. Under the pale light, everyone seemed to have lost their ability to think, their eyes staring blankly into space. Even Tang Yin, an outsider, was infected by this eerie atmosphere and lost in a chaotic state of mind.

The fog outside the window grew thicker, threatening to engulf the entire Hidden Mist Village. The food on the table gradually cooled, but no one touched it. In this cursed day, fear and despair, like an invisible poison, quietly permeated everyone's soul. And within that sealed hut, who knows when new horrors will emerge.

The cafeteria was filled with a faint musty smell, mingled with the fumes from the kitchen. Tang Yin sat on an old wooden chair, his knuckles tapping rhythmically on the tabletop. Although fatigue washed over him, he knew now was not the time to relax.

He has to think.

Reorganize your scattered thoughts, ignore the complicated cause and effect relationships, and at least sort out the current situation.

Zhao Gang was already dead. Tang Yin closed his eyes and counted the remaining people in his mind: himself, Wang Lina, Chen Xiang and her son, Qian Jin, Granny Rong, Xiao Mei, Hua Lu, and Gao Mei, nine people in total.

Thinking of Hua Lu, Tang Yin frowned slightly. She had already become a person from the underworld... Although this statement sounded very inhumane, her current state was indeed abnormal and terrifying, and she was completely unable to attend today's banquet.

In a normal society, she should be sent to the hospital immediately. Tang Yin smiled bitterly and shook his head, but this was clearly not a normal society. Judging from the current situation, she would most likely be executed today. After the banquet, he would confirm the specific situation.

Apart from herself and Hualu, there were seven other people attending the banquet.

Gao Mei's test results were lost forever with Zhao Gang's death. The only people whose identities could be confirmed were the human Qian Jin and the talking ape Xiao Mei. If Wang Lina's words were to be believed, at least these three could be ruled out as suspects.

As for the other four people...

Tang Yin rubbed his temples, wondering if Wang Lina could understand his current situation. He had to find an opportunity to communicate with her in detail.

At this moment, Xiao Mei's timid voice interrupted his thoughts: "Mei, where is your sister?"

There was an innocent confusion in her big round eyes, and she was obviously unaware of the commotion that had occurred this morning.

Tang Yin forced a smile: "Sister is feeling a little unwell, so she's resting at home."

"Well, can I go play outside?" Xiao Mee grabbed the edge of the chair and gently swung her legs.

"It's very dangerous outside." Qian Jin immediately stopped them, his face full of worry.

Wang Lina stood up and said softly, "I'll go take care of her. As long as she doesn't run around, she should be fine."

Their footsteps gradually faded away, and the cafeteria returned to silence.

"Qin Ming, is it convenient now?" Chen Xiang suddenly spoke, her voice a little nervous.

"what happened?"

"Can you help me find something?"

"...I'm going to the bathroom." Qian Jin got up hurriedly.

An indescribable sense of restlessness hung in the air. Everyone felt like they were sitting on a red-hot iron plate, finding every excuse to leave. Only Granny Rong continued chanting in the corner, seemingly oblivious to the situation, completely immersed in her own world.

Now the only one left in the cafeteria is—

Gao Mei sat opposite, twisting her body restlessly, as if avoiding some invisible gaze. Her fingers kept fiddling with the napkin, her face frighteningly pale.

"My condolences for Zhao Gang's matter." Tang Yin broke the silence and spoke tentatively.

"...Well, Sister Lina has always relied on him." Gao Mei lowered her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

"Where's the flower dew?"

"I don't like her...she's so disgusting." Gao Mei's tone suddenly became sharp, and obvious disgust appeared on her face.

"Wang Lina doesn't seem to be too opposed to her."

"That's because Sister Lina is very strong." Gao Mei's tone was filled with admiration.

"When did she... Hualu move here?" Tang Yin continued to ask, his eyes fixed on the changes in Gao Mei's expression.

The fog outside the window seemed to have thickened even more, shrouding the entire cafeteria in a hazy haze. The sounds of chopping vegetables still echoed in the kitchen, intertwining with Granny Rong's chanting to form an eerie melody.

Gao Mei thought for a moment and replied, "...about two or three years ago. It was a long time ago."

Tang Yin thought to himself: It's been two or three years, can't you accept her?

...However, the people of Kirigakure have been oppressed by the elder family for generations, and accepting the elder family to join is not so easy.

Tang Yin: "She's the elder, right? But, what kind of family is the Hua family?"

(End of this chapter)