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

Chapter 566 Another Legend

As the morning light faded, an indescribable atmosphere of oppression permeated the assembly hall. Granny Rong hunched over, her cloudy eyes gleaming with a complex light. Her wrinkled face seemed even older in the morning light, each wrinkle seeming to reveal a hidden secret. She spoke slowly, her hoarse voice echoing in the silent room:

"This legend is very similar to the story passed down orally from generation to generation in our village, but it is not exactly the same."

Tang Yin noticed that Granny Rong's hands were trembling slightly. They were a pair of weathered hands, covered in age spots and a crisscross of veins. She took a deep breath and continued, "Rather than saying it's similar, it's more like this is the other side of the legend."

Everyone held their breath. The air seemed to freeze, even time itself standing still. Granny Rong's cloudy eyes gazed into space, as if recalling something. "The Thousand Bright Gods did indeed send five guardian beasts to aid humanity, and four of them did indeed join forces with humans to kill the wolf. It's all just as the stories have been circulating."

Her voice suddenly became low and heavy, as if she was weighed down by some invisible burden: "However, the truth completely subverts what we know as good and evil." This sentence was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing countless ripples.

"During the first Huangquan Anniversary Feast," Granny Rong's voice trembled, as if she were recounting a nightmare she didn't want to recall, "humans and the four guardian beasts had already joined the Huangquan camp and became Huangquan people. The wolf, the only one who persisted, was expelled by these Huangquan people."

Granny Rong's words continued to echo in the air: "In other words, this land has long been occupied by the Yellow Springs people. And it was Qian Ming Shen himself who summoned back the Wolf God."

"Qianming God has granted some of the Kirigakure villagers the Wolf God's blessing, asking them to liberate Kirigakure from the Yomiuri." Her voice suddenly became firm, and a fanatical glint flashed in her eyes. "This is a holy war launched by the Wolf God."

At this point, Granny Rong's eyes welled with tears. A tear streaked across her wrinkled cheek. "When that drunken man from Baifeng Village told me this, I thought he was teasing us. But after we received the blessing, Qianmingshen personally confirmed the truth to us."

She turned to Wang Lina with difficulty, her voice choked with sobs, almost unable to speak. "So, Lina, we must execute everyone, no matter how painful it is..." Her body trembled slightly at this point. "Zhao Gang was in great pain..." Tears continued to flow from her cloudy eyes. "But... only by doing this can we redeem the people of Huangquan... Qian Ming Shen, Qian Ming Shen said so."

Seeing Granny Rong's tears, Tang Yin finally understood everything. The air in the assembly hall seemed even heavier, filled with sadness and despair. For her, killing was redemption; this was her unwavering belief. This twisted belief had sustained her to this day, allowing her to endure the condemnation of her conscience.

The mysteries that had troubled him—the pollution, and the strange messenger—seemed to have been explained after Qian Ming Shen's position was overturned. All the fragments finally fit into a complete picture, but this picture was darker than he had imagined.

Tang Yin stared out the window at the swaying shadows of the trees, the sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on the ground. He thought to himself, "I can't believe that terrifying outfit belongs to the side of justice. Perhaps it's influenced by the unique culture here."

"...Never..." She opened her eyes wide, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion and anxiety, "I've never heard of such a thing..."

Wang Lina's voice echoed in the empty assembly hall, trembling with a barely concealed tremor. She subconsciously twisted her fingers, her slender wrists appearing exceptionally pale in the morning light. Tang Yin narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself: Wang Lina clearly doesn't know this canon either. This revelation made his heart tighten, and his gaze involuntarily turned to Qin Ming.

He was silent for a moment, as if weighing something, and finally spoke: "I only found out when I received the Divine Protection."

These words caused ripples in Tang Yin's mind.

In other words, Qin Ming had never known anything about this before. Suddenly, he remembered what Qin Ming had said before. Back then, the young man had said, "...according to the teacher, we only need to impart the ideas." Then he added, "The key is that we must believe in the correctness of our actions."

A thought flashed through Tang Yin's mind - this young man who always wore a black uniform was indeed not good at lying. He had already told him the truth in an implicit way.

The air in the assembly hall seemed to freeze, and the true nature of the Huangquan Banquet gradually surfaced. It was a terrifying system that caused two devout camps to kill each other.

Tang Yin felt it was time to change the subject. He turned his gaze to Gao Mei, who had remained silent the entire time: "Xiao Mei, how did you know that?"

Gao Mei was wearing a light blue dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her subtle movements.

The joy on her face just now didn't seem fake; that genuine joy infected almost everyone present. Clearly, she had already accepted the legitimacy of Qin Ming's actions. This meant that she also knew that the wolf was the true side of justice. But why? Who told her that?

Gao Mei lowered her head, her voice almost inaudible, a dreamlike, ethereal quality. "...The Wolf God told me." She slowly raised her head, a strange light flickering in her eyes. "The day my grandfather passed away, I had a dream, and the Wolf God told me that in the dream."

Ridiculous! Tang Yin's heart was filled with turmoil, and he almost sneered out loud.

Are you kidding me? Making life-threatening decisions based on dreams or hallucinations? But the day her grandfather died was the night before she tried to escape.

She chose to believe the contents of that dream, like a drowning person grasping at a straw. When she learned the truth that everyone was a dead person, her pure heart fell into complete despair. Unable to accept this truth, she chose to flee this suffocating place.

Gao Mei's voice suddenly became firm, as if she had found a ray of light in the darkness: "Grandma Rong must know the truth of the legend. She can't be unaware of it."

She clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. "But she didn't tell us, so I guessed it at the time." She raised her head and looked in Qin Ming's direction, her eyes flashing with a complex light, with a bit of shyness and determination. "When I was alone with my brother, I also guessed it—"

It all made sense.

Tang Yin secretly sorted out the clues in his mind: this naive girl chose to believe that illusory revelation, believing that the boy she loved was a member of the righteous camp, an overwhelming minority. It was this simple yet unwavering belief that drove her to betray humanity and join the wolves. She believed in the legitimacy of the wolves and Qin Ming from the bottom of her heart, a belief that even transcended life and death.

Tang Yin gazed at the faces of these young people and suddenly realized that fate had played a cruel joke on them—pushing them into the abyss of mutual opposition with their vain beliefs. The wind outside the window gently rustled the leaves, creating a silent elegy for this absurd truth.

“Even if Sister Lina and Xiaome both voted for me, they couldn’t execute me.”

Qin Ming's voice was slow and steady, with a hint of amusement. Turning to face the crowd, his gaze swept across Wang Lina's nervous face, then past Gao Mei's expectant eyes, before finally settling on Tang Yin.

"Even if you break the rules and let Tang Yin attend the banquet, you only have three votes and must hold a runoff vote. But you still won't be able to execute me then."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a hint of subtle pride flashed in his eyes: "No matter what, the wolf has already won." After a pause, he added: "Easily won."

These words were like a bombshell, stirring up a thousand waves in everyone's hearts. Tang Yin frowned, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if pondering some profound question. His expression gradually shifted from solemn to relieved, as if he had solved a long-troubled mystery.

Wang Lina looked at Tang Yin anxiously. Her light-colored dress made her look frail in the sunlight. "...Tang Yin, what should we do?" "Yes, Qin Ming is right." Tang Yin nodded, his eyes sweeping over everyone present. "Wang Lina, you—no, we've already lost."

These words were like a stone dropped into a calm lake, stirring up ripples. Wang Lina subconsciously took a step back, took a deep breath, her slender fingers unconsciously tugging at the hem of her skirt. Elderly Granny Rong closed her cloudy eyes and let out a long sigh, wrinkles etched deep into her weathered face.

Xiao Mei still maintained a blank expression, her innocent eyes filled with confusion, as if she hadn't fully grasped the current situation. Meanwhile, Qin Ming's expression remained as still as an iceberg, as if he had expected all this.

The most eye-catching one was Gao Mei. A bright smile bloomed on her delicate little face, and her eyes sparkled with the joy of victory.

Tang Yin scoffed inwardly: As a cunning and dirty adult, he should at least put up a fight. He called softly, "Xiaomei."

Gao Mei's smile froze slightly: "-What's wrong? Ah, brother, he...how should Tang Yin deal with it." She subconsciously looked at Qin Ming, with a bit of expectation and uneasiness in her eyes.

Qin Ming's eyes remained calm, and his voice carried a hint of nonchalance: "As long as he doesn't get in our way, just ignore him."

"...Really?" Gao Mei's tone revealed a sense of relief, but also a worry that was difficult to conceal.

Granny Rong suddenly spoke up, a hint of caution flashing in her cloudy eyes: "Is it really okay not to execute him?"

"If necessary, Qian Ming Shen will handle it." Qin Ming's tone remained calm, without any reverence for the gods. He turned to Tang Yin, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "--But you won't give up just like that, will you?"

Tang Yin shrugged and gave a meaningful smile: "Who knows? To be honest, if you are good people, it would be very tricky to continue to help the Huangquan camp, right?"

"...Tang Yin?" Wang Lina's voice was filled with disbelief.

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows: "I didn't expect you to be so heartless."

"Maybe it's because city people value rationality more?" Tang Yin's tone was a little sarcastic.

Qin Ming's lips curled up into a meaningful smile: "...A man who knows the current situation is a hero. This is the correct judgment, quite correct."

The sun still shone warmly into the assembly hall, bringing this game to a close. Tang Yin looked at Qin Ming's face, which was covered with a perfect mask, and sighed in his heart: He is really good at pretending.

Gao Mei suddenly stood up from her seat, her delicate face flushed with anger, her hands clenched into fists. The sunlight filtered through her light pink hair, creating a hazy halo behind her.

"—Wait, I didn't expect you, Tang Yin, to be this kind of person!?" Her voice trembled slightly with excitement. "Didn't you say you liked Sister Lina? And now you're just watching her die without helping her?!"

Tang Yin leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets, his eyes blank. He admitted that he was indeed an incurably cold-blooded creature, a fact he had always known.

"...Yeah." He responded softly, his eyes sweeping over the expressions of surprise or anger on everyone's faces.

A suffocating heaviness filled the air. Tang Yin raised his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I don't like being criticized, so let me refute it."

He walked slowly towards Gao Mei, his leather shoes making crisp sounds on the wooden floor. "——Xiao Mei."

Gao Mei subconsciously took a half step back, her voice trembling: "What, what happened!?"

Tang Yin stopped two steps away from her, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "You should know, right? You will die too." He paused, "Even so, it doesn't matter?"

"Huh?" Gao Mei stood there in a daze, her clear eyes full of confusion.

Reality is cruel. Tang Yin sighed inwardly. Qian Ming Shen had indeed not told her about this. It was truly a perverse and crooked path. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting mottled shadows on the floor, as if silently narrating the darkness of this world.

"Even though you know the canon, you still belong to the human camp, right?" Tang Yin's voice was calm and cold. "You didn't turn into a wolf, did you? You weren't the murderer of Zhao Gang and Qian Jin, were you?"

Gao Mei lowered her head, her voice almost inaudible: "--It's indeed not."

"I don't know why, but you're just a human who knows the canon." Tang Yin's words were like a sharp blade, cutting through the truth word by word. "In other words, if the human camp loses, you will die too."

He turned around and his eyes fell on Qin Ming: "--You just said that when you were alone with Qin Ming, you discovered the possibility that he was a wolf, right?"

The air seemed to freeze. Tang Yin continued, "I don't think Qin Ming would make such a low-level mistake. It's probably because your behavior was too suspicious, and he guessed your identity."

Tang Yin continued his analysis mercilessly, "Then, while concealing his identity, he induced you to take a path that would benefit him."

"--Perhaps the wolf knew from the beginning that there was a human with this identity."

Qin Ming finally spoke, his voice carrying a hint of amusement: "So what?"

So that's what he admitted. Tang Yin looked at Qin Ming's handsome face, his heart filled with doubt. Why didn't he lie? Since you don't deny it, does that mean you knew Xiaomei would die but still used her? This is tantamount to admitting that you are a scumbag.

The sun still shone warmly into the assembly hall, but the atmosphere was as cold as if it had fallen into the depths of winter. Tang Yin looked at Qin Ming's face, which was covered with a calm smile, and secretly scoffed in his heart: Do you really hate lying so much? How did you survive until now?
(End of this chapter)