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

Chapter 565 Werewolf Identity Revealed
The air in the assembly hall was as stagnant as solidified glue. Gao Mei's eyes, filled with anxiety, stared straight at Tang Yin. "What does it mean?" There was a hint of trembling in her voice.

Tang Yin gently twirled the stick in his hand, a faint smile on his lips. "Before I explain to you, can you let me explain to the confused Wang Lina first?"

"Hey? Hey!?" Wang Lina looked bewildered, her clear eyes full of confusion, like a lost deer.

Instantly, the entire auditorium fell into an eerie silence. With the exception of Wang Lina and Xiao Mei, everyone else's expressions were exceptionally solemn. Sunlight streamed in through the mottled window lattices, casting tiny specks of light on the floor, making everyone's expressions even darker and more ambiguous.

Tang Yin looked around, his mind clear. It seemed they had reached a consensus. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the stick. "Let's not worry about who the wolf is for now. There are two more important things."

His gaze fell on Xiao Mei, who was curled up in Gao Mei's arms. "First of all, I asked Xiao Mei to run away with me yesterday. I think everyone knows that, right?"

In the morning light, Tang Yin's figure looked particularly tall. "I know it's taboo to leave now, but the problem is that I don't know if the person who lets us escape will become a target of pollution." As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to become more solemn.

"That's why you detained Xiaome. Am I right?" There was a hint of sarcasm in Tang Yin's voice.

He continued his analysis, "Secondly, Wang Lina had already fallen out with Qin Ming yesterday, which means that today's banquet is a showdown between them."

Qin Ming's grip on the sickle tightened unconsciously. Tang Yin glanced at Xiaomei, who was standing in the corner. "And Xiaomei should support Qin Ming. It's not an exaggeration to say that her vote is a sure thing."

"However," Tang Yin's eyes swept over Granny Rong who was reciting scriptures and the timid Xiao Mei, "Granny Rong and Xiao Mei still have uncertainties. In other words, their votes are floating votes."

The sunlight gradually grew more dazzling, casting mottled shadows on the floor. "So, reconciling with Wang Lina and targeting me, the only outsider, should be the safest and most reliable method, right?"

"No." Qin Ming suddenly interrupted, his voice sounding like it was squeezed out from between his teeth.

Tang Yin sneered, "In order to silence me, you held Xiao Mei hostage."

"No!" Qin Ming waved his sickle excitedly, "I'm worried that you'll use this child as a hostage and threaten us!"

"What good will this do me?" Tang Yin shrugged. "Let me put it this way. I didn't attend the banquet. You can't possibly not understand, right?"

Qin Ming's face twisted, "That's why you said we were fooled! Then tell me, who else among those present could be the culprit!!" His emotions were completely out of control, and the sickle reflected a dangerous light in the morning light.

"Xiaomei and I have both lost our families! Granny Rong has also lost Brother Gang!! Everyone has lost someone important to them!" Qin Ming's voice was filled with grief and anger, as if he wanted to blame all the misfortunes on Tang Yin.

He stared at Tang Yin, with a crazy light flashing in his eyes, "So, who has not suffered any losses so far? Only you, Tang Yin." The last sentence was almost squeezed out word by word from between his teeth.

The sunlight in the assembly hall grew increasingly glaring, casting a cold shadow on Tang Yin's slightly raised face. A faint smile played at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

--Yeah.

Is this the story you prepared?

Unfortunately, Qin Ming, you are not suitable to be a writer.

Tang Yin slowly turned the wooden stick in his hand, his voice calm and almost cold, "Every time you lie or get into trouble, you subconsciously start to speak eloquently."

"Don't change the subject." Qin Ming's voice trembled slightly, and his hand holding the sickle turned white from excessive force.

"This isn't a change of subject." Tang Yin's eyes swept across Qin Ming's tense facial muscles. "Qin Ming, you're being sentimental too often."

The sunlight cast mottled shadows on the floor. Tang Yin continued, "Besides, you underestimate Wang Lina. Do you think you can hide the truth just by playing the emotional card?"

He scanned the expressions of everyone present, "Emotionally speaking, it's easier to accept putting all the blame on me."

"But," Tang Yin's voice was filled with sarcasm, "you've neglected your image. Your hallmark is composure. Even when faced with unreasonable elders, you will argue with reason."

Qin Ming's face turned ashen. "Don't analyze me without permission." His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Tang Yin remained unmoved. "This matter should not be left to us to judge, but to the person who has been with you for more than ten years." He looked at Wang Lina meaningfully.

The atmosphere in the assembly hall grew increasingly solemn, almost to the point of freezing. "Of course, a lot has happened in the past few days, so it's understandable that your mood has changed."

"Okay, answer my question." Tang Yin took a step forward, and the wooden stick tapped the ground lightly, making a crisp sound.

His eyes grew sharper. "You've completely lost your mind, venting your anger on an outsider like me."

In the morning light, Tang Yin's figure seemed particularly tall. "Or should I calmly trick everyone into hanging me, wasting the opportunity of today's banquet and making the situation even more favorable for myself?"

"Let's put it this way, is wasting daytime executions beneficial to the human camp?"

Finally, Tang Yin turned his gaze to Wang Lina, who had remained silent. "What do you think, Wang Lina?"

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

She slowly raised her head, took a deep breath, and stared at Qin Ming intently. Her clear eyes no longer held the reliance of the past, replaced by a deep suspicion. It seemed as if they were trying to penetrate Qin Ming's soul, seeking the truth hidden deep within.

Tang Yin watched this scene and said softly, "Qin Ming, just tell me I'm a wolf."

His voice was unhurried, but every word was piercing. "But you didn't. Your choice of words is the culprit, because you know you are the wolf."

These words were like a hammer, instantly shattering the last shred of peace in the assembly hall. Qin Ming's face turned pale, and the sickle in his hand trembled slightly. The eyes of the others turned to him, and the air was filled with a suffocating tension.

In the morning light, Tang Yin's eyes grew sharper. "Actually, you're not good at lying, are you? Now is the time to decide the winner, you have to lie well." There was a hint of sarcasm and amusement in his voice.

Qin Ming's face turned pale in an instant. He turned to Wang Lina abruptly, his voice almost roaring: "Sister Lina!! Do you believe what this kind of person says!?" His bloodshot eyes were filled with despair and pleading.

"Want to play the emotional card again?" Tang Yin shook his head gently, as if looking at an ignorant child. "You are still too naive. You should argue for your rights until the last moment." "So annoying!" Qin Ming finally exploded. "What do you know! You can't do anything except talking big here!!" His roar echoed in the assembly hall, shaking the windows slightly.

Ah, indeed. Tang Yin was also feeling depressed. The sunlight filtered through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows on his face. He sighed softly. If he had chosen to sneak into the banquet, he wouldn't have wasted so much time. But saying this now was meaningless.

but.

Tang Yin's gaze suddenly grew sharp, like a sword unsheathed. "In my opinion, you clearly have the ability to think independently, yet you chose to cling to superstition and watch your brother and mother die. As an adult, to be honest, your behavior makes me furious, Qin Ming."

These words hit Qin Ming's heart like a heavy hammer. He slowly lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, and the sickle in his hand almost slipped out.

The assembly hall fell into a deathly silence. Ten seconds felt like a century. Everyone held their breath, awaiting Qin Ming's response. This silence seemed like a tacit acceptance of failure.

However, to everyone's surprise, Qin Ming slowly raised his head. His expression was no longer fluctuating, as calm as a pool of stagnant water. "I am indeed a wolf," he said in an almost indifferent tone.

"However, you've misunderstood a few things." Qin Ming's voice carried a hint of the composure of a victor. The sunlight shone on his face, outlining a heart-pounding arc.

“We’ve already won.”

Before he finished speaking, he made a surprising move—he dropped the sickle in his hand. The sound of metal hitting the ground made a crisp sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent assembly hall.

Qin Ming at this moment was a completely different person from the excited and uncontrolled person he had just been. His voice was as cold as ice in the coldest days of winter, and every word was filled with a chilling calmness. Even more terrifying, his attitude seemed unusually self-righteous.

Tang Yin frowned, confused for the first time. Qin Ming's behavior was completely beyond his expectations. It was not in line with common sense, and certainly not the behavior of someone about to be exposed.

"The other wolf can now introduce himself." Qin Ming's voice echoed in the assembly hall.

——What exactly does he want to do?
"Is it really okay, Qin Ming?" Granny Rong's hoarse voice suddenly rang out, like a thunderbolt striking everyone's heart.

"Well, it's okay now." Qin Ming's mouth curled up in a strange arc.

Granny Rong was silent for a moment, "..."

"I am the other wolf."

These words were like a bombshell, instantly exploding in the assembly hall. Everyone's expression froze, and even the air seemed to stop flowing at that moment. Tang Yin's pupils contracted slightly, and for the first time, he felt a true sense of danger.

Tang Yin's mind raced, trying to make sense of this bizarre situation. He couldn't figure it out, absolutely couldn't. What on earth could have made them so fearless?
In the thin morning light, the atmosphere in the assembly hall was so heavy it was almost suffocating. Sweat trickled down Tang Yin's forehead, and he frowned, trying to process the current situation. Could it be that he had reached a dead end, so he simply gave up and decisively betrayed his companions?
No, that's not right. Tang Yin shook his head, rejecting the idea. Qin Ming had just said with such confidence that they had already won, his tone full of assurance that victory was certain. This didn't make any sense at all.

Tang Yin silently calculated: There were only two werewolves, while the human camp, including himself, numbered four. From every perspective, whether in numbers or votes, the human camp had an absolute advantage. Under these circumstances, for the werewolves to reveal their identities would be tantamount to seeking death. So, why would they do this? There must be some hidden secret.

Just as Tang Yin was lost in thought, a faint voice suddenly broke the silence.

"——Brother..." Gao Mei's voice trembled, full of disbelief. Her eyes stared straight at Qin Ming, her pupils slightly dilated.

Then, her expression suddenly changed dramatically. The confusion and fear she had felt instantly dissipated, replaced by pure joy: "Brother! You really are the Wolf God!!"

This joy came too suddenly, too clearly. At this moment, Gao Mei's position was inexplicably reversed. Before anyone could react, she had already rushed to Qin Ming's side like an arrow, opening her arms and hugging him tightly. Qin Ming seemed a little caught off guard, his body visibly stiffening for a moment. After a moment's hesitation, he finally reached out and hugged her back.

This bizarre scene stunned everyone present. Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor. Fine dust particles floating in the air danced slowly in the light, adding a touch of surrealism to the moment. Even Xiao Mei dazedly approached Tang Yin, seemingly seeking some sense of security.

"Brother." Xiao Mee called timidly, with anxiety in her voice.

Tang Yin patted her shoulder gently, trying to comfort her: "Sorry, hide behind me."

"Mee." Little Mee responded obediently and hid behind Wang Lina.

Wang Lina finally couldn't help but ask, "...Tang Yin, what's going on?" Her voice was full of confusion and uneasiness, and her eyes wandered back and forth between Qin Ming and Mother-in-law Rong.

Tang Yin shook his head and said in a low voice: "I don't know."

All of this was truly baffling. But strangely, amidst this chaotic situation, Tang Yin suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of relief, as if all the mysteries were about to be solved. Of course, there was also a lingering sense of unease, like a beast lurking in the darkness, poised to pounce at any moment.

"...OK." Tang Yin took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady. "The initiative is already in your hands. Can you explain it a little bit?"

Faced with Tang Yin's questioning, Qin Ming remained silent for a moment. The sunlight shone on his pale face, outlining a clear outline. His eyes were tired, yet held a certain determination.

"Mother Rong, please." He said softly, with a hint of pleading in his voice.

Granny Rong nodded slowly, the wrinkles on her face appearing particularly deep in the interplay of light and shadow. "...Okay, Qin Ming has worked hard these past few days."

——In other words, the truth is about to be revealed.

Granny Rong turned to Wang Lina and Xiao Mei, deliberately ignoring Tang Yin's presence. Her hunched figure cast a long shadow in the morning light. "...Xiao Na, Xiao Mei."

Her voice was low and hoarse, as if coming from far away: "There is something I haven't told you."

The air seemed to freeze at this moment. Granny Rong took a deep breath and continued, "This story was told to me a long time ago when I was a little girl by a man from Baifeng Village who got drunk during a mountain sacrifice."

Her gaze grew deeper, as if she were trying to penetrate the long river of time and see those dusty past events: "The truth about the Huangquan Ji Banquet."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room fell into a deathly silence. Everyone seemed to hold their breath, awaiting the truth that could change everything. Tang Yin could feel his own heartbeat remarkably clear in the silence. He knew that the next words would reveal all the mysteries of this strange game.

(End of this chapter)