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

Chapter 563 About God
The air in the room late at night was so heavy it almost crushed people. The moonlight outside the window was obscured by thick clouds, leaving only the faint light from the table lamp in the corner, casting a swaying shadow on the wall.

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore." Wang Lina lowered her head, her slender fingers unconsciously tugging at the corner of her clothes. Her usually bright face was now shrouded in shadow, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

Tang Yin stared at her and suddenly said, "I've decided to help Xiao Mei."

Wang Lina's head shot up, a flicker of surprise in her eyes before dimming again. "What to do? Leave here? I told you, it's impossible." Her voice was filled with fatigue.

"At least it's better than just sitting there and waiting to die, right?" Tang Yin took a step forward. "Even if she is a wolf, she can still reduce the number of wolves."

Moonlight streamed into the room through gaps in the clouds, casting dappled shadows on the floor. Wang Lina's voice was so soft it almost faded into the air: "...Really? I can't think anymore."

Tang Yin looked at her in silence. The room was so quiet that one could hear the ticking of the wall clock.

“…I killed someone.”

These words were like a heavy stone, smashing between them. Wang Lina's tone was eerily calm, but Tang Yin knew the weight of the burden hidden beneath it. Her slender shoulders trembled slightly, as if they could collapse at any moment.

"It's not your fault." Tang Yin responded calmly. He had to remain calm, because if he didn't think so, she would definitely collapse.

"Really?" Wang Lina raised her head, and the moonlight illuminated her pale profile.

"You've done your best."

"Anyway, I didn't stop the murder. Does that mean I actually approve of the murder?" There was a hint of self-doubt in her voice.

"So, I'm the same."

“…Ah, really?”

Tang Yin took a deep breath. "Moreover, from a legal perspective, making an unusual decision under unusual circumstances is understandable."

"Law...?" Wang Lina muttered to herself.

"In any case, it is much better to leave the decision-making power to the law than to the inexplicable rules of the mountain." Tang Yin's voice was firm and powerful.

Wang Lina remained silent, her head bowed. The moonlight cast a faint silver glow on her long hair.

"Wang Lina, do you want to die at the hands of supernatural forces?" Tang Yin's tone was filled with anxiety.

Still silent.

"Any other concerns?"

"...Um..." Wang Lina responded softly.

Tang Yin looked at the stubborn girl before him and realized that it would be difficult to convince her. He thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "Because of the gods?"

"Half of it."

"What about the other half? Is it hard to explain?"

"Yeah." Wang Lina's answer was still brief.

Tang Yin sat down on the chair opposite her and looked at her with burning eyes: "Then let's talk about the gods."

The light from the desk lamp flickered between the two, illuminating their solemn expressions. This night was destined to be a long one, and perhaps discussing the gods would reveal some of the mysteries shrouding this mountain.

In the dim room, raindrops pounded against the glass outside the window, making a dense, clattering sound. Wang Lina sat in a corner, her hands clutching the hem of her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her gaze shifted, as if she were battling some inner fear.

"...How should I put it." Her voice trembled slightly, sounding particularly fragile amidst the sound of rain.

After a pause, she suddenly raised her head, a strange light flashing in her eyes: "God is 'unfortunate'."

"Hmm?" Tang Yin frowned, sensing the hidden meaning in the words.

"No, it's not that the gods are unfortunate, but..." Wang Lina bit her lip and tried to organize her words, "As long as the gods are around, no matter what we do, we will never be happy."

The sound of rain grew louder, and the flash of lightning shone through the window, casting a strange shadow on her pale face. Tang Yin leaned forward, his eyes sharp, "Did you see this with your own eyes?"

"...Well, everyone has seen it, but they cannot see the essence of God." There was an imperceptible tremor in Wang Lina's voice.

"Then let's talk about the visible part." Tang Yin's tone was calm and firm. "Are gods human?"

Wang Lina fell silent. Rain streamed down the windowpanes, casting distorted shadows on the wall. Her breathing quickened, as if she were making some difficult decision. Finally, she nodded gently, her movement barely perceptible.

"Is the god from the Hidden Mist Village?"

Silence fell upon the room again. Wang Lina neither denied nor confirmed the statement. She simply lowered her head, letting her long hair cover half of her face.

"So, the god is from Baifeng Village?"

Still silent. But Tang Yin noticed that her shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably, as if she was enduring unspeakable pain.

"Then..." Tang Yin was about to continue asking.

"—No, no, it's definitely not right!" Wang Lina suddenly burst into a scream, "It's not human! No matter what we do, humans are no match for gods!!"

Her voice was filled with hysterical fear, and her whole body seemed as if something terrible had seized her heart.

"Calm down first before explaining, otherwise we will definitely be killed!" Tang Yin said anxiously.

"Kill me if you want! Let's end this nightmare now!" Wang Lina's eyes turned crazy, "Tang Yin! Kill me!! I want to die in your hands!"

"What are you talking about! Calm down!" Tang Yin stood up suddenly and tried to grab her shoulders.

"I'm calm, untainted, and not mad. The strange thing is..." Wang Lina's voice suddenly dropped, with an eerie lucidity. "The strange thing is this entire Baifeng Manor! The strange thing, the strange thing is the gods!!" A flash of lightning split the night sky, its pale light illuminating her distorted face. Tang Yin's mind raced, and a terrifying thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Is the God you're talking about a certain state?!" - This sentence almost came out of his mouth, with an intuitive understanding

The rain continued to fall, but Wang Lina's spirit had completely collapsed. Her slender figure trembled in the corner of the dim room, her pale face streaked with tears. Her once bright eyes were now bloodshot, their gaze as vacant as glass balls poised to shatter at any moment. She folded her arms tightly, her nails digging deep into her skin, leaving white marks.

The despair within her and the inability to accurately express what she saw and felt drove her to a state of near madness. She could see things that ordinary people couldn't, but Tang Yin couldn't—but there was clearly more to the story. In her world of perception, there existed a concept called "God," a concept so deeply ingrained in her consciousness that only she could perceive its existence.

Raindrops pounded against the window, creating a dense, crackling sound, occasionally accompanied by a few dull rumbles of thunder in the distance. This abstract concept was too complex to describe in simple terms. Unless she could find some way to embody it, it would be difficult to help her escape the fear within. Tang Yin realized that he had to understand the concept Wang Lina was talking about and find a word that could accurately refer to "god."

In order to clear his mind, Tang Yin fell into a brief moment of contemplation. However, at this moment, he noticed something unusual—Wang Lina had also suddenly become quiet. The air in the room seemed to freeze in an instant.

Looking up, Tang Yin saw Wang Lina staring at something with a strange expression. Her pupils had shrunk sharply, and her face had lost all color. Her expression was as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. Her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Tang Yin's heart tightened. Did he guess something right? No, something was wrong. Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a piercing chill suddenly struck him from behind, as if something was watching them. Noticing that Wang Lina's gaze was focused behind him, Tang Yin subconsciously turned around.

The door had been opened at some point. I'd clearly remembered locking it, but now it was wide open. Standing in the shadows of the doorway was a figure. In the flickering hallway light, the figure looked particularly eerie.

Is that a human being?

In the dim light, Tang Yin could only make out a vague outline. The figure's attire was extremely strange, with what looked like bandages wrapped around its body. But upon closer inspection, they looked more like strips of cloth covered in scripture, gleaming a sickly yellow in the dim light. She wasn't a large figure, but rather had the slenderness of a boy or girl, yet this gave off an inexplicable sense of dissonance.

But, is that really a human? This question rang in Tang Yin's mind again, but at this time he had lost the ability to move. Not even a finger could move, as if the blood in his body had frozen. A terrible thought flashed through his mind: If he forced himself to move now, what would happen?
In the tense atmosphere, the eerie figure suddenly spoke. Its lips moved gently, and the words that emanated carried a rhythm not found in the human world. The voice seemed to come from far away, yet it also sounded like it was ringing directly beside my ear:

"With the breath of the underworld, the wolf is coming."

"Immediately, 褉, 物忌, 梦垫."

"The girl from Baifeng Manor."

Just as he finished speaking, a sharp wolf howl suddenly came from afar, piercing through the rain and echoing in this ominous night.

Suddenly, a dull thud shattered the silence in the room. Wang Lina's slender figure collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Her long, black hair tumbled to the floor, sheening faintly in the dim light.

"Wang Lina—!?" Tang Yin exclaimed, rushing to her side. His voice was filled with anxiety and worry, and his hands trembled as he held her shoulders. Through the thin fabric, he could feel her body temperature rapidly draining away.

Wang Lina hadn't completely lost consciousness, but her amber eyes had become dull and lifeless, as if she were looking at the world through a layer of fog. Her mouth was slightly open, and her breathing became rapid and disordered.

"Hey, hold on!" Tang Yin gently shook her body, trying to keep her awake. The sound of rain outside the window seemed to have become louder, and the sound of raindrops hitting the glass was clearly audible.

Wang Lina blinked weakly. "...How...what...where am I...?" Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper, and confusion was evident. Her usually bright eyes were now misty.

"Who was that person just now!?" Tang Yin asked, his brows furrowed, his heart full of doubts about the strange figure.

"Just now... it felt so strange... what happened... I was so sleepy..." Wang Lina's voice became weaker and weaker, and her consciousness seemed to be sinking.

"...Sorry...I'm going back..." she said suddenly, then struggled to stand up from the ground. Her movements were very unsteady, as if she would fall down again at any moment.

She stumbled toward the entrance. Tang Yin noticed the door had already closed, and the eerie figure had vanished without a trace. A faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air. But now was not the time to consider these matters; Wang Lina's condition was paramount.

"Come with me." Tang Yin quickly stepped forward and hugged Wang Lina tightly from behind. Her body was very cold and she shivered slightly in his arms.

"Please trust me with your life." His voice was firm but gentle.

Wang Lina didn't say anything, but her body seemed to relax a little.

"Wang Lina, tomorrow morning, I will take you and Xiaome away from here." Tang Yin continued, with unquestionable determination in his tone.

"...I'm not the only one," she replied softly, a hint of warmth in her voice.

"After all, it was you who entrusted her to me, so of course I have to take care of her until the last moment." There was a hint of sarcasm in Tang Yin's tone.

"Is it moral?" Wang Lina asked.

"Well, besides, it's unpleasant to watch a child die without helping him."

"You really can't be a bad guy, Tang Yin. By the way, when did you start calling me by my name?" Her voice regained some vitality, even with a hint of playfulness.

"Don't you like it?"

"It's not that I don't like it, but it should be done gradually, right?"

"Then go out with me." Tang Yin said bluntly.

"Okay~" Wang Lina's tone suddenly became light.

"Then run away with me?"

"Okay. Let me be clear. I mean, it doesn't matter if I die with you, but I can't guarantee Xiaome's safety."

"You were the one who entrusted her to me, right~" There was a smile in Tang Yin's voice.

"Is that so? I forgot. Never mind. You're a senior, so I'll leave it to you."

"Okay. By the way, is there anyone else trying to escape?"

"Oh~ So this isn't my special treatment?" Wang Lina pretended to complain.

Tang Yin tightened his arms around her, "Of course. Others can just go with the flow, but you're different. Even if it means kidnapping you, I'm going to tie you up and leave here."

The sound of rain outside the window gradually faded, and a strange warmth filled the room. Although the future was uncertain, at this moment, they seemed to have found their place in each other.

(End of this chapter)