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

Chapter 581 Tang Yin's Sabotage Action

Tang Yin stood in the dim wooden house, speechless for a moment. Moonlight shone through the window lattice onto the floor, casting mottled shadows at his feet.

"..."

His mind raced. This development was so unexpected. Had he accidentally triggered a trigger? Was the current plot development always so straightforward?
Looking at the uneasy girl before him, Tang Yin couldn't help but smile bitterly. Taking care of a girl with a head injury, and then falling in love with her like that? Isn't this just a clichéd plot from a period drama?

But on second thought, this development doesn't seem bad.

"Then, flower dew." Tang Yin asked tentatively, his voice gentle.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh..." Hua Lu made a series of nervous sounds, her hands twisted together unconsciously, and her eyes wandered.

Seeing her like this, Tang Yin suddenly realized that he might be wrong. This was probably not a love story, but this girl just had no resistance to the opposite sex.

Tang Yin felt a pang of pity for Hua Lu as she thought of her plight in the village. As an elder, the villagers either kept their distance from her or, like Zhao Gang, were hostile, their attitudes always fluctuating between the two extremes. For her, having someone like herself with whom she could engage in equal conversation and relaxed conversation was probably rare.

So pitiful.

"OK, then I'll call you Hualu and you call me Tang Yin. I believe we can definitely become friends." Tang Yin showed a sincere smile, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"Oh oh oh... friend..." Hua Lu lowered her head and repeated the word in a soft voice, as if savoring its meaning.

"Correct."

"...I, I, I will try my best." Hua Lu's voice was filled with anticipation and nervousness, and her face was faintly flushed under the moonlight.

In a remote corner of this village, two strangers bowed deeply to each other, as if performing some solemn ritual. The scene was somewhat incongruous, yet strangely harmonious.

After saying goodbye, Tang Yin carefully inspected the cabin. He crouched down to examine the corners, reached out to feel the cracks in the doorframe and windows, and checked every possible opening. The result of his inspection made him breathe a sigh of relief—perfect. This place should be able to prevent the invasion of those monsters.

However, after solving his own problem, Tang Yin's brow furrowed again. He stood by the window, looking at the vague outline of the village in the distance, and his thoughts turned to the situation of Xia Hui and Zhou Zhengxiong.

It's not that he hadn't thought about letting them leave before the fog set in, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't find a natural way to do it. This meant that he had to make them realize as soon as possible that they couldn't return and find a place to stay here in advance.

Under the moonlight, Tang Yin's expression became complicated. Strictly speaking, leaving it alone was also an option. In such a dangerous situation, ensuring one's own survival was enough.

but……

He clenched his fists, a flicker of struggle in his eyes. He simply couldn't accept this act of watching someone die without helping. As the night deepened, the faint chirping of insects echoed through the cabin, as if bearing witness to this man's conscientious decision.

He didn't think of himself as a gentleman, but at a time like this, if he didn't do his best to help others, he would have completely abandoned the most basic humanity.

The death replay phenomenon was like a sword hanging over his head; escaping it was Tang Yin's ultimate goal. But at this moment, all he could do was to do his utmost to prevent the tragedy from happening. When he was truly powerless, he could consider other options. There was no need to abandon his conscience and become a cold-blooded bystander.

The moonlit square was deserted; even the sound of a fallen leaf in the wind was audible. The two reporters were probably still busy interviewing, so this was the perfect time for him to act.

Tang Yin walked towards Zhou Zhengxiong's van, his steps as light as a nighttime cat. He squatted in front of the left rear wheel and pulled out the nails and hammer he had bought at the convenience store from his backpack. These seemingly ordinary tools now had the heavy responsibility of saving lives.

He took a deep breath, gripped the hammer tightly, and hit the tire hard.

“Puff—”

The sound of the rubber being punctured was particularly clear in the silent night. The subtle sound of the gas slowly escaping made Tang Yin nod secretly. The effect was perfect.

He spun to the right rear wheel without stopping, repeating the same action. He even destroyed one of the front wheels just in case. After doing this, Tang Yin scattered the remaining nails around the vehicle, deliberately creating the appearance of someone accidentally tripping a roadside trap.

The night breeze blew through his slightly messy hair. Tang Long stood up and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. Based on his experience, there was no way to find suitable tire repair equipment in this remote village. Before the fog dissipated, outside rescue forces would not be able to reach here.

Of course, if Baifengzhuang sent someone to pick them up and let them leave the car here and leave on their own, that would be a solution... But on second thought, the possibility of this is very slim.

This meant they had no choice but to spend the night in the village. As long as they could find a safe place to stay, they would be able to escape this disaster.

However, Tang Yin knew that this plan was far from perfect. It was easy to imagine that the villagers of Kirigakure were deliberately setting a trap to harm outsiders. But now, he could only take it one step at a time and adapt to the situation.

Regardless, he had tried his best. Although the method was a bit extreme, it was worth it to save his life.

The next step is to find the right time to ensure they can -

"Mr. Tang Yin."

A soft voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"I'm here, I'm here." Tang Yin turned around abruptly, his voice distorted by shock.

He could almost hear his own pounding heartbeat, resonating in his chest like a drum. Damn it, he'd been discovered at this hour?! Tang Yin's back was already drenched in cold sweat. He suppressed his inner panic and tried to steady his breathing.

Hua Lu had appeared behind him at some point. Her slender figure in the moonlight was like a ghost, making it hard to tell whether it was real or not. At that moment, Tang Yin felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"What do you want to talk to me about, Hualu?" Tang Yin forced himself to remain calm, but his voice unconsciously rose an octave. In the moonlight, he could clearly see Hualu's red eyes, like gems that could penetrate a person's heart.

A brilliant smile suddenly broke out on Hualu's face, "Ohhh! You call me by my name again!" She held her face with both hands, looking as innocent as a girl, which formed a sharp contrast with her identity as the elder of Baifeng Manor.

Tang Yin then realized his gaffe and quickly changed his words: "Excuse me! Hualu, what's wrong!" Fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead, shining faintly in the moonlight.

"I'm hungry. I came here to eat." Hualu said lightly, as if she was just passing by by chance.

Tang Yin was stunned for a moment, then felt a dull ache in his stomach. But he quickly shook the thought off—who had time to think about eating right now? More importantly, had his tire sabotage been exposed?
Hua Lu walked slowly to the side of the van, and gently stroked the body of the van with her slender fingers. "This car is so big." Her tone was innocent, but for some reason it gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Yeah." Tang Yin responded dryly, his clenched fists trembling slightly at his side.

Silence stretched between the two. Hua Lu stood there without saying a word, her red eyes fixed on Tang Yin, as if to see through his heart. Tang Yin felt suffocated by this strange atmosphere, and the cold sweat on his forehead kept increasing.

What was this invisible sense of pressure? Could this be the true strength of the elder of Baifeng Manor? Was she waiting for him to confess? Tang Yin's mind raced. If he really had to make up a lie, how could he explain the situation? But whenever he met those red eyes, he had a premonition that any lie would be instantly exposed.

Damn it, is there no other way but to tell the truth?

Just when Tang Yin was about to collapse, Hua Lu suddenly said, "I'm hungry." Her voice was soft, with a bit of childish willfulness.

Tang Yin was stunned. Perhaps... she really hadn't noticed anything? Trying to test her, he cautiously asked, "Um, what do you think I'm doing?"

"Hey, aren't you looking for dumpling bugs?" Hualu asked innocently, with curiosity glittering in his eyes.

Tang Yin secretly complained in his heart: "Do you think I am Xiaome?"

"Of course not... Look, it's a flat tire." He pointed at the tire and decided to tell part of the truth.

"Oh." Hua Lu leaned over to check and let out a soft cry.

"Look, it's inserted here." Tang Yin pointed at the iron nail that pierced the tire.

"So thick and big..." Hualu carefully observed the size of the iron nail.

"Also, look here..." Tang Yin was about to continue explaining.

"Ah, this is too messy." Hua Lu couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the iron nails scattered on the ground.

"Hey hey hey hey hey, tea-haired man! In broad daylight! He violated Lady Hualu!!" Grandma Rong's voice suddenly exploded from behind, scaring both of them.

Tang Yin felt like crying, but he couldn't. This old woman's timing was always so perfect it was outrageous. However, thinking back on the previous conversation, it was indeed easy to cause misunderstandings.

"Don't always misunderstand me. I'll go call the reporters back first!" Tang Yin quickly turned around and fled the scene, leaving behind a series of hurried footsteps.

Xia Hui witnessed all this from a distance and murmured to herself in confusion: "Hey... this can't be a joke..." Her expression was full of confusion, and it was obvious that she hadn't figured out the situation yet.

As the night deepened, several people gathered around a van on a mountain road in Wuyin Village. Zhou Zhengxiong stood in front of the van, looking at the flat tire, his brow furrowed. "This is trouble."

Tang Yin stood aside, pretending to be sympathetic, "This is too unlucky..."

Inwardly, he was secretly thankful that no one seemed to suspect him. He just had to continue playing the role of an innocent bystander, even though he did feel a little guilty watching their anxious expressions.

Xia Hui crossed her arms, her pretty face full of worry. "The original plan was to go back today, what should I do now..." There was obvious anxiety in her voice.

Zhou Zhengxiong turned around and looked at Xia Hui gently, "Do you have any other plans?"

"I don't care. What about Zhou Zhengxiong?" Xia Hui shook her head slightly and asked.

Zhou Zhengxiong was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Today is my daughter's birthday."

"Ah, your daughter's..." Xia Hui's voice stopped abruptly, and a hint of surprise and loss flashed in her eyes.

When Tang Yin heard this, his heart ached. He hadn't expected Zhou Zhengxiong to be a married man, and he had resorted to such despicable means to harm him! Guilt washed over him like a tide, but he hoped these two people would forgive him for what he had done—otherwise, they might face a fate even more tragic than a flat tire.

Chen Xiang stood aside and said worriedly, "Oh...what should we do now? There are no vehicles in the Hidden Mist Village..." She kept twisting the corners of her clothes with her fingers, looking very uneasy.

Hua Lu suddenly spoke, a sly glint in her red eyes, "Qian Jin might have something useful over there."

This proposal stunned everyone present.

Zhou Zhengxiong shook his head and explained professionally: "This special tire is difficult to repair. Although there is a spare tire in the car, there is only one."

Xia Hui sighed, "Then let's contact the rescue company. Madam Chen Xiang, can you lend us your phone for a call?"

"Yes, yes, of course, over here." Chen Xiang nodded quickly and hurriedly led the two of them to the cafeteria.

Tang Yin and Hua Lu were left standing there, a strange silence filling the air. Granny Rong watched them leave, frowning and muttering, "It feels so unlucky."

Just as Tang Yin was about to quietly leave the scene, a burly figure slowly approached from the direction of the terraced fields. In the moonlight, the man's outline appeared particularly strong.

"What's wrong, mother-in-law? There's also flower dew..." The person stopped and looked at Tang Yin, "Um, who are you?"

Hua Lu turned around gracefully, her red eyes sparkling in the moonlight, "This is Mr. Tang Yin." Her voice was soft, but still maintained that sense of distance, and it was obvious that she had not changed the way she addressed Tang Yin.

Tang Yin raised his head and looked at the muscular man in front of him. He suppressed his inner uneasiness and smiled as naturally as possible. "I just moved to the Hidden Mist Village today. I appreciate your guidance."

Zhao Gang looked Tang Yin up and down, his gaze lingering on his striking silver-gray hair for a few seconds. A thoughtful expression crossed his face. "Ah, you must be that person. I'm Zhao Gang. Please advise me..." He paused, a look of confusion in his eyes. "You don't look like you're from Baifeng Village. Are you from out of town? You're rare, but this is really unlucky."

Hearing the word "unlucky" gave Tang Yin a heartbeat. In all his years living in the city, he'd never seen anyone call someone unlucky the first time they met. Was this some weird rural etiquette? He secretly grumbled, thinking these villagers better change this strange habit.

But on the surface, Tang Yin still pretended to be honest, "Well! I had nowhere to go in the city, so I came here!" He touched his conspicuous silver hair embarrassedly, "Sorry, I know I look very sloppy! I will dye my hair back!"

Zhao Gang obviously didn't expect him to say that. He was speechless for a moment, "...Oh, oh..."

Granny Rong, who was standing by, breathed a sigh of relief, and the guard in her eyes relaxed a little, "That's good..."

Zhao Gang glanced at the old lady's expression and couldn't help laughing. "Ha, grandma really doesn't like this kind of person. I don't mind it. I should say I care more about other things."

Tang Yin's heart tightened, and he pretended to be calm and asked, "What do you mean by other things?"

Zhao Gang's expression suddenly grew serious, his face looking particularly solemn under the moonlight. "It's just about whether you can help with the farm work. Wuyin Village is different from Baifeng Manor. We won't abandon our own people. However, we don't welcome idlers either."

(End of this chapter)