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

Chapter 590 Tang Yin obtains his identity
Tang Yin returned to the cabin, closed the door, leaned against it, and took a deep breath. He had almost overlooked the possibility that he might have received the protection. This oversight was truly dangerous. Although the probability was very low, it was still necessary to check carefully for safety reasons. In the dim room, only a single desk lamp emitted a faint light, casting a swaying shadow on the wall.

His fingers trembled slightly as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, then lifted his inner T-shirt, exposing his abdomen. At that moment, Tang Yin's pupils suddenly contracted. He bit his lower lip tightly, suppressing the scream that threatened to burst out from the depths of his throat. A chill ran straight up his spine, freezing him in place. When on earth had this thing appeared in him? He was completely unaware of anything unusual.

In the dim light, Tang Yin carefully examined the strange pattern on his abdomen, drawn with red liquid—no, more accurately, blood. It was a peculiar symbol he had never seen before, twisted lines forming an indescribable shape. Even more terrifying were the handwriting, each stroke exuding a strange aura, as if written by some inhuman being.

"Mirror... No, take a picture with my phone," Tang Yin muttered to himself, pulling out his phone with trembling fingers. He adjusted the angle several times, finally capturing the bloody words in their entirety. The blue light of the phone screen shone on the blood-red writing, adding a touch of eeriness. After some effort, he was finally able to make out the words in their entirety.

"By the blessing of the [Snake], the guardian of the warehouse, identify the lurking underworld person and immediately remove and purify him. Otherwise, he will die."

The handwriting shone eerily in the light, each word seeming to pulse, unsettlingly alive. Tang Yin's mind raced, analyzing the text's meaning. Is this the mark of the snake? The phrase "warehouse keeper" was unique. While original, it certainly fit the setting's atmosphere.

As for the phrase "identify the lurking Yellow Springs man," it clearly indicates that the snake's mission is to uncover the Yellow Springs man's identity. But the final sentence, "Immediately purify your body, or else, death," is chilling. The word "death" is written with remarkable directness, like a sharp blade hanging overhead. It implies that these bloody words must be washed away immediately, otherwise they will be contaminated and die.

Tang Yin quickly walked to the bathroom, wet a towel with trembling hands, and began to wipe away the creepy warning words. The sweet, fishy smell of blood penetrated his nostrils, making his stomach churn. It was indeed the smell of blood, but what kind of blood was it? If it was the blood of a wild animal, there would be a high risk of infection. "What the hell do they want to do? Enough!" Tang Yin cursed under his breath, gritting his teeth.

However, what concerned him even more was why the Serpent's Blessing had befallen him. He recalled the last time the Serpent's Blessing had been bestowed upon him. Zhao Gang, who had proactively revealed his identity from the outset, ultimately played a role in the Wolf Faction's favor. This was because the Serpent's Blessing was the only recourse the Human Faction had in actively seeking to uncover the Wolf's identity. But how could he so easily surrender to death?
After wiping away the last trace of blood, Tang Yin leaned against the sink and took a deep breath. Just as he'd speculated yesterday, the allocation of protectors had clearly undergone a major shift. Qin Ming and Granny Rong might still be wolves, but they might not. The same could be said for the others; the previous allocation had been reshuffled. It seemed safer to consider this before proceeding.

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Just as Tang Yin was about to leave the room, a crucial question suddenly crossed his mind: How exactly should the snake's protection be used? He paused, his brow furrowed. The bloody words merely explained his identity as a snake and warned him to clean himself immediately, but said nothing about how to use the power.

He subconsciously touched his cleaned abdomen, and the cool touch made him shudder. Did anyone else know how to use this ability? But if he took the initiative to ask, wouldn't that be equivalent to exposing his identity? Tang Yin gritted his teeth, hoping for detailed instructions at the beginning of the banquet.

"Good morning!" Tang Yin shouted as he pushed through the thick, cotton-like fog before him. The damp mist condensed into tiny droplets on his face, blurring his vision.

"Young man, over here." Gao Zhijie's hoarse voice came from not far away. Tang Yin followed the sound and finally met up with the old man. The old man's outline was particularly blurred in the thick fog, but the black hole of the hunting rifle was still clearly visible.

"Have you checked?" There was a subtle hint of temptation in Gao Zhijie's voice.

"Yeah." Tang Yin responded briefly, trying to keep his facial expression calm.

"How is it?" This seemingly casual question froze Tang Yin's thoughts. Cold sweat quietly soaked his back.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked cautiously, nervously observing the other party's reaction.

"It's nothing, I misunderstood." Gao Zhijie said and turned his head away, as if trying to hide something.

Tang Yin's mind raced: Was that a test? If a pattern on the abdomen meant a Protector, asking such a question to someone who should have known nothing about it was unfair. If he were careless and gave a specific pattern or revealed some other flaw, the other party would be able to immediately confirm his identity. On the other hand, if he gave no answer, others could use that as leverage later, ultimately putting him in a disadvantageous position.

If Gao Zhijie was a wolf, was he testing him by asking questions he already knew? However, judging by his sudden silence, perhaps he realized that such a question might lead to misunderstanding and took the initiative to withdraw it. Tang Yin felt a strong desire for knowledge, but he couldn't rashly say something he should not know.

"Mr. Gao Zhijie, right? Have you already walked around the village?" Tang Yin tried to change the subject, but his eyes never left the other person's face.

"Yeah." Gao Zhijie's answer was brief, but a hint of unusual emotion seemed to be audible in it. This should be considered an affirmative answer, Tang Yin thought.

"Is everyone okay?" Tang Yin asked cautiously, but an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

Gao Zhijie was silent for a few seconds, a gloomy look flashing in his eyes, "One person died."

This sentence hit Tang Yin's chest like a hammer. "Wait, um, I still don't understand what happened." He subconsciously asked, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

"Shut up, or I'll kill you." Gao Zhijie suddenly turned, the muzzle of his hunting rifle pointed directly at Tang Yin's chest. His eyes grew fierce, a dangerous glint flickering in his cloudy pupils. Thick fog flowed between the two men, making the scene even more eerie and terrifying.

Kill yourself? Tang Yin's mind raced, carefully digesting the weight of Gao Zhijie's threat. The cold muzzle of the gun gleamed in the morning light, like the gaze of death. Tang Yin remained silent, cautiously afraid that any word might be the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Honestly, I don't trust you." Gao Zhijie narrowed his cloudy eyes, adjusting his grip on the gun. His rough fingers rested on the trigger, ready to pull it at any moment. The muzzle of the gun was slightly raised, aimed directly at Tang Yin's heart.

"I know nothing, and I didn't do anything." Tang Yin raised his hands, trying to keep his voice steady. He could feel his back soaked with cold sweat.

"Let's leave this matter to Yan Banquet." Gao Zhijie's tone remained cold and hard, carrying an undeniable sense of dominance. This was completely different from the man Tang Yin remembered. Could it be that he wasn't the Protector this time? A thought suddenly flashed through Tang Yin's mind: by analyzing the difference in attitude from last time, perhaps he could tell who his teammate was. But for now, he could only bite the bullet and awkwardly remain alone with this erratic old man.

As time passed, more and more people gathered in the square. Granny Rong hunched over, her cane making a resounding sound on the ground. Zhao Gang wore a serious expression, his brow furrowed. Madam Chen Xiang maintained her elegant demeanor, but a hint of unease lingered in her eyes. Qin Yi lowered his head, lost in thought. Master Lang stood at the edge of the crowd, his gaze warily scanning the surroundings. Soon, Zhao Gang and Gao Zhijie headed off towards the Qian Group and the student dormitories, respectively. Only a few elderly, infirm, women, and children, along with Tang Yin, remained in the square.

"Hey, uncle." Qin Yi suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. Tang Yin was stunned for a moment, realizing that besides himself, the only people here were indeed the elderly, the weak, women and children.

"You're not calling me, are you?" Tang Yin pointed at his nose, feeling a little amused.

"Who else could it be?" Qin Yi curled his lips, looking as if it was a matter of course.

"That's really unexpected. Um, what happened?" Tang Yin asked tentatively, observing the other person's expression changes.

"Do you know something?" Qin Yi asked directly, with a gleam of inquiry in his eyes.

"Hey, what do you know?" Tang Yin pretended to be confused.

"Don't you find it strange that you were sent to the Hidden Mist Village at this time?" Qin Yi stepped closer and lowered his voice, "Didn't that idiot Qin Zhi tell you anything?"

"Hmm, no, I don't have any impression." Tang Yin touched his nose and decided to take advantage of the situation. "Think about it and you will know that the current situation is definitely unusual. It's enough. There is definitely something wrong with this thick fog."

"You have no right to speak here, you psychopath?" Qin Yi cursed, but the hostility in his tone had noticeably diminished, instead taking on a certain inexplicable warmth. It seemed that yesterday's farce had somewhat brought them closer together. Tang Yin gazed at Qin Yi's back, lost in thought. The thick fog still swirled over the village, as if secretly watching the strange game about to unfold.

"Qin Yi, you again..." Madam Chen Xiang's elegant voice was tinged with helplessness, and a look of worry appeared on her well-maintained face. The faint light filtering through the thick fog added a touch of morbid beauty to her pale features.

"We didn't quarrel." Qin Yi waved his hand impatiently, looking Madam Chen Xiang up and down. "By the way, don't force yourself. Your face has turned blue."

"Sorry, Tang Yin." Mrs. Chen Xiang took a deep breath and held herself up. "Anyway, you better behave yourself first." There was a warning in her eyes.

"Hmph." Qin Yi snorted coldly and turned around.

"Nothing." Tang Yin tried to ease the atmosphere. "By the way, Hualu and Xiaome haven't arrived yet?" He looked around, but still couldn't see the sisters in the thick fog.

"Yes, they usually get up very early." Mrs. Chen Xiang frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in her voice.

"What does the elders' affairs have to do with us?" Qin Yi curled his lips in disdain, his tone full of distrust of the elders.

"Xiaoyi, stop talking!" Granny Rong stood up, leaning on a cane, her body hunched. "I'll go get them." A hint of helplessness flashed in her cloudy eyes. Tang Yin watched this scene and sighed inwardly: The interpersonal relationships here are indeed complicated.

Not long after, Granny Rong returned with Hualu and Xiaome. Hualu, dressed in a long white dress, looked even more ethereal in the thick fog. "Good morning," she said softly, and upon entering the square, she began to carefully examine everyone in the swirling mist. The moment her gaze fell on Tang Yin's face, her tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and she gave him a gentle nod.

"Sister, I tripped over a cup and hit my foot. It hurts." Xiao Mei tugged at the corner of Hualu's clothes, her voice filled with grievance. She lowered her head, looking unusually depressed, her usual lively energy completely gone.

"Don't worry, I have a talisman to drive away pain." Hualu gently touched her sister's head, and this comfort seemed to be very effective.

"The fog is really thick," Mrs. Chen Xiang looked at the thick fog that was so thick that you could hardly see your hand in front of you. "This is the first time that Tang Yin has experienced the thick fog in the Hidden Mist Village." She looked at Tang Yin meaningfully.

"Yeah, me too." Hualu responded in a low voice, then raised her head as if she had made up her mind, "The banquet must be held." Although her voice was soft, it was firm and unquestionable.

"That's right." Grandma Rong nodded and tapped the ground lightly with her cane.

"Hey, it's none of your business to tell the truth about the banquet, you stupid elder." Qin Yi suddenly exploded, with sparks of anger flashing in his eyes.

"Stop talking, Qin Yi!" Madam Chen Xiang shouted, a crack appearing on her elegant mask.

"I'm sorry, I'm so useless. I'm really sorry." Hua Lu lowered her head, and a sad blush appeared on her fair face.

"My brother Mee is so scary." Little Mee hid behind her sister and said timidly.

"Do you think I will recognize you?" Qin Yi sneered, his eyes full of hostility, "You are also one of the elders, who knows what you are planning." Tang Yin stood aside, silently observing the intricate interpersonal entanglements, but the mystery in his heart became deeper and deeper.

(End of this chapter)