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

Chapter 627

Tang Yin leaned against the cafeteria wall, his gaze fixed on the blurry texture of the floorboards, his thoughts tangled in a thick fog. The mist outside the window remained thick and lingering, as if swallowing the entire world. His fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the wooden tabletop. The sound was subtle, but it felt like a small hammer striking at the anxiety within him.

Resurrection from the dead...

If he didn't solve this mystery, Tang Yin knew he would never escape his fear of the unknown. The memories of those repeated tragedies, those repeated awakenings from despair, were like poisonous snakes wrapped around his heart, making even his breathing heavy.

As long as these mysteries are not solved...

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, but the pain calmed him down a bit. Tang Yin knew he would be trapped in this place forever, witnessing countless tragedies, struggling with these fears until everything came to a tragic end, one after another.

If I win the banquet, will this all end?
If this is true, then what lies at the heart of the mystery? Can it truly be solved? Or has this all been an unsolvable cycle from the very beginning? More importantly, can he maintain his sanity until the answer is revealed?

Tang Yin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to ease the pressure in his chest. After a short rest, there was still much to do, especially to deal with Xia Hui and Xiao Mei's bodies. Thinking of their deaths, Tang Yin's fingertips trembled slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Tang Yin, don't worry about it." Zhao Gang's voice came from not far away. His tone was calm, but with a hint of fatigue that could not be concealed. "We will handle it. You can rest for a while."

Tang Yin opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back. The other party's attitude was clear; they didn't want him to participate, perhaps out of concern for his safety, or perhaps because of his previous outrageous remarks, which had already made people wary of him.

Tang Yin wasn't asked to continue with the kitchen chores. He looked around, watching everyone busily rushing about, as if everything was perfectly organized. Zhao Gang's direction made the entire group appear cautious and orderly, with almost no blind spots in any link.

Tang Yin knew there was nothing he could do about it. After all, his coldness and rationality had created a subtle distance between them. In a sense, he was even more isolated now than when he first arrived here as an "outsider."

But he wants to win.

Tang Yin's eyes gradually grew determined. He had come this far. He wanted to destroy the wolves, to protect Xiao Mei, and to put an end to it all. But this desire wasn't to save everyone, but simply a deep-seated desire for victory.

"By the way, Tang Yin." A voice interrupted his thoughts.

Tang Yin looked up and saw Qian Jin leaning against the door frame, a faint smile on his face. His tone was relaxed, yet tentative: "You just said that the problem can be solved by the day after tomorrow at the latest. In other words... maybe we can have a showdown with the wolf tomorrow?"

Tang Yin didn't answer immediately. He looked at Qian Jin. Although Qian Jin's tone was gentle, it concealed a complex emotion—was it anticipation? Suspicion? Or just casual chat?
"Perhaps," Tang Yin said softly with a faint smile. His voice was calm, yet held a certain elusive meaning.

Tang Yin glanced at Qian Jin, his eyes calm and deep: "...Yes, indeed."

His tone sounded emotionless, but it was like a stone dropped into water, sending subtle ripples between the two of them. Tang Yin knew that, regardless of whether others believed him or not, he was already very close to his conclusion—so close that he only needed an opportunity to fully reveal the truth.

Qian Jin didn't give up the temptation. He leaned forward slightly, with a hint of unwillingness in his tone: "Can't you tell me now?"

Tang Yin paused, as if considering his words, and finally shook his head: "...Indeed, not yet."

His answer was brief, but it didn't completely shut down the conversation. Tang Yin knew that some things must remain secret, especially regarding Xiao Mei's true identity. If anyone discovered that Xiao Mei was a spider and concluded that he, Tang Yin, had sacrificed Xiao Mei to save himself, then even if he survived, he would be the object of everyone's contempt.

Tang Yin lowered his eyes, hiding the thoughts in them. His stance was always so subtle that it made people uneasy.

Qian Jin was silent for a while, then shrugged his shoulders, seemingly giving up on asking further questions: "... Never mind, there's nothing I can do about it, let's not talk about this for now..."

He changed the subject, seemingly speaking casually, yet with a certain deliberateness: "...You, um, how should I put it, you and Hualu seem to have a very close relationship?"

Tang Yin raised his eyebrows slightly, an almost imperceptible smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "If we can survive together after the fog dissipates, we should be able to develop further."

Qian Jin was stunned for a moment, then looked away, his tone slightly stiff: "...Really?"

For a moment, a hint of awkwardness filled the air.

Tang Yin spoke calmly, his tone hinting at inquiry: "Qian Jin, you value the flower dew so much, it shouldn't just be because of 'the elders' resonance', right?"

Qian Jin's expression changed slightly, and there was a hint of struggle in his eyes, but he didn't speak immediately.

Tang Yin pressed on, "If that's the case, why don't you express your feelings now while there's still time?"

Qian Jin lowered his head and was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke: "...No, how should I put it, this is just my one-sided memory."

Tang Yin's eyes flashed, and his tone was a little tentative: "Ah, have you ever been together before?"

Qian Jin gave a bitter laugh and shook his head. "...I'm terrified. Even though we're from the Spider family, she's the head of the family. How can a second son like me be worthy of her?"

"...Since you said so, then am I, a wanderer, even less worthy of her?" Tang Yin asked back, with a barely perceptible hint of self-mockery in his tone.

Qian Jin sighed softly, looked up at Tang Yin, and said in a complicated tone, "You're right. I really want to answer like that. However, in this era, people value the feelings of both parties more. At least that's the case outside this village."

Tang Yin didn't respond, only nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the thick fog outside the window, as if he could see through the layers of mist, something beyond his reach. He knew in his heart that both the flower dew and Qian Jin's entanglement were merely part of this banquet... and he had no way out.

Qian Jin sighed softly, his eyes drifting toward the thick fog outside the window, his expression revealing a complex mix of emotions. He spoke slowly, his voice low but powerful enough to be ignored: "I've actually lived outside for a long time. I believe the praise and criticism she endured were simply the constraints of being eliminated by the times."

Tang Yin raised his eyebrows slightly, his gaze fixed on Qian Jin's profile. His words made it impossible to tell the severity of his emotions, but his eyes concealed a deep thought.

Qian Jin paused, as if he had made up his mind, and continued: "...So, maybe, a man who is not bound by constraints can take her to the outside world and live happily." Tang Yin did not rush to respond, but just looked at him quietly, waiting for him to finish speaking.

"I have been thinking about this since the fog appeared. This is what I think now." Qian Jin said in a low voice, with a hint of relief in his tone, as if these words had been suppressed in his heart for a long time and he could finally express them.

Tang Yin lowered his eyes and spoke after a moment, his voice calm, "I can't say anything right now, and what she ultimately does depends on her choice."

Qian Jin nodded, a faint smile on his lips, mixed with self-mockery: "This is a matter between you two, I have no right to butt in. I do have this level of self-awareness, but..."

His voice suddenly paused, as if hesitating for a moment, before he slowly spoke again: "...She is the 'maid of the bedroom'. What she carries must be strange and heavy for you."

"......? What do you mean?" Tang Yin raised his head, frowned slightly, and there was confusion in his eyes.

Qian Jin shook his head, his tone revealing a hint of evasion: "I'm not in a position to tell you this. Anyway...if you have any troubles, you can always come to me."

His words made Tang Yin stunned for a moment, but he quickly nodded: "Then please."

Qian Jin took out a business card from his pocket with a half-smile and handed it to Tang Yin: "Use this to contact me."

Tang Yin took the business card and glanced down. The handwriting on it was neat and concise: Qian Jin, graduated from Medical University, Doctor of Medicine.

He was slightly shocked—wasn't this a true social elite? When he looked up at Qian Jin again, there was a hint of re-examination in his eyes. There was no work address on the business card; it seemed to be a personal card, with only an email address and a mobile phone number.

"...Are you looking for a job?" Tang Yin couldn't help but ask.

Qian Jin smiled softly but didn't answer the question. Tang Yin lowered his gaze, his fingertips rubbing the edge of the business card. Suddenly, a strange feeling of homesickness washed over him. Email, cell phone number... these products of civilization seemed so distant in this isolated, foggy place.

The maid in the bedroom...

Tang Yin clutched the business card tightly, Qian Jin's words echoing in his mind. He didn't know if this was considered meddling or kind advice, but regardless, he sensed the other party's intentions.

"Thank you." Tang Yin said in a low voice.

Qian Jin nodded, but didn't say anything more. They looked at each other and then fell silent.

However, Tang Yin did not expect that in less than an hour, he would personally experience the unknown dark side of Hualu's family - Baifeng Manor.

After cleaning up, everyone returned to the house and started eating. But Tang Yin's mind was still lingering on the previous conversation and the meaningful words "the maid in the bedroom."

Chen Xiang smiled slightly and placed a bowl of steaming hot porridge in front of Tang Yin. Her tone was gentle and considerate: "You must have had a hard day today. Eat more, Tang Yin."

Tang Yin raised his head and smiled politely: "Then I won't be polite."

Mrs. Chen Xiang was a gentle and kind person, always wearing a proper smile, and her every move exuded a sense of tolerance and consideration. Although Tang Yin couldn't fully understand what this woman was thinking, her cheerfulness and gentleness made her appear just right in her interpersonal relationships, neither too intimate nor too distant.

Tang Yin's eyes subconsciously glanced at Qin Yi and Chen Xiang's youngest son, who were busy at the side. They were probably Mrs. Chen Xiang's greatest spiritual support, right? Tang Yin lowered his head, his eyes flickering slightly - after all, in the previous reincarnation, after losing Qin Yi, Chen Xiang had poisoned everyone with aconite.

Thinking of this, his fingers paused slightly, his eyes unconsciously falling on the bowl. He really has a bad personality, right? Tang Yin chuckled softly, and in this situation, he subconsciously checked the bowl to see if there was any green mixture.

However, he quickly put aside his suspicion, picked up his chopsticks, found a random seat to sit down, lowered his head and took a mouthful of the porridge.

The porridge is very simple, with not many ingredients, but the fresh aroma of the animal meat exudes a unique flavor in the hot porridge, and the warm steam carries a hint of the aroma of firewood, which makes people feel a little comforted for a moment.

However, a few minutes later, Tang Yin's brows suddenly furrowed slightly. He paused as he swallowed the porridge. Something seemed to be wrong in his mouth—an indescribable sense of disharmony.

what happened?

His throat felt like it was burned, and a faint stinging sensation emanated from his mouth. But the sensation quickly faded, replaced by a strange, terrifying numbness. His tongue, cheeks, and even his entire throat seemed to be blocked, making it impossible to swallow or speak.

Tang Yin's pupils suddenly constricted, and all his strength seemed to be drained away in an instant. His body twisted violently and involuntarily, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground with a snap. The next second, he felt a dull pain in his head, and he fell straight to the ground.

Poisoned...it's poison...!
His vision blurred, his ears buzzed, and Tang Yin struggled desperately, only to find that even breathing was becoming difficult. He couldn't speak, couldn't call for help, and even the scene before him began to spin. The air seemed to carry the sounds of hurried footsteps and chaotic shouts, but those sounds seemed to be muffled by a thick curtain of water.

Suddenly, a powerful impact came from behind, knocking him away. Tang Yin's body fell heavily to the ground, his throat spasming violently, and then he vomited.

"Hmm...it seems like Aconitum poisoning..." Qian Jin's low and rapid voice came to my ears.

"It's not me! It's not me!" Chen Xiang almost screamed, her voice filled with panic and excuses, "It's really not me!"

"We must induce vomiting immediately! Do you have a rubber hose?!" Qian Jin ignored Chen Xiang, his voice full of oppression and tension. His movements were swift and decisive, as if he had entered a complete state of emergency.

Tang Yin half-opened his eyes. In his blurry vision, Qian Jin was squatting beside him, his expression solemn, his hands stained with vomit. His eyes were cold and focused—a completely different man from the man who had just chatted with him.

The air was filled with an unpleasant, sour smell, mingling with the oppressive atmosphere of the people around him. Tang Yin's consciousness gradually became clear, but he still felt weak in his limbs and his chest felt heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing down on him. He knew that he had just been one step away from death.

(End of this chapter)