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

Chapter 628

"Tang Yin, hold on! You must, you must perform CPR!" Wang Lina's voice was almost hoarse with despair, and her trembling was mixed with uneasiness and anxiety.

"Move him to the square first!" Qian Jin quickly took over, his tone sharp and decisive, "Get out of the way! Someone go boil a pot of water!!"

There was chaos all around—the sound of hurried footsteps, panicked breathing, the rustling of clothing, as if everyone was moving, yet without any clear reason. Tang Yin's consciousness drifted in and out of this clamor. He knew someone was trying to save him, but...was it too late?

Is that the end of it?
This thought surfaced in Tang Yin's mind, and surprisingly, he felt no fear, but instead a hint of calmness. As expected, as a snake, surviving to the end was incredibly difficult. His vision gradually blurred, and the chaotic sounds gradually faded away, as if being swallowed bit by bit by the thick fog.

"Damn it, it's no use, there's no heartbeat." Qian Jin's voice was low, filled with suppressed anger and powerlessness.

At this moment, Hua Lu's voice suddenly rang out: "Please leave here."

Just five words, but they cut through the chaotic air like a sharp blade.

"Ah, Hualu, it's too late, right?" Qian Jin's tone was filled with confusion and hesitation.

"Let me purify his virus." Hua Lu's voice was calm, but with an unquestionable firmness.

The noisy environment suddenly quieted down, and the surroundings were as if all was emptied out and dead silent. Tang Yin's senses gradually faded, and he couldn't even catch a glimmer of light.

No... this is not death.

Tang Yin's consciousness suddenly became clear, as if he had been forcibly pulled back from the abyss. His perception gradually revived, and the numbness that had brought him to death began to be replaced by a vague sense of touch.

A faint light shone through his eyelids, flickering in and out, as if some being was trying to wake him up. The light gradually faded, and finally, his vision fell into complete darkness.

Are the blinds closed?
A strange sense of enlightenment arose in Tang Yin's heart - he understood something, but he couldn't describe it clearly.

He cautiously opened his eyes, his vision still blurry, but he realized that was simply due to the surrounding darkness. The cafeteria was dimly lit, like a deep well of silence, oppressive and suffocating.

Tang Yin tried to turn his head, but found his body as stiff as ice, his blood flow almost stagnant. He held his breath and carefully felt his pulse - so weak that it was almost imperceptible, each beat like the last few groans of a machine on the verge of collapse.

Suddenly, Hua Lu's figure slowly appeared in his sight. Her steps were light, yet they carried a certain indescribable heaviness. Tang Yin couldn't see her expression, but her breathing was remarkably clear. Each inhale and exhale was slightly trembling, as if she was trying to suppress some emotion.

She squatted down beside him, her soft fingertips gently touching his forehead, then lingering on his neck, as if to confirm his life signs. Tang Yin wanted to speak, but found that even the simplest sound was impossible. He could only watch her movements quietly, feeling the warmth transmitted from her breath.

In the darkness, Hua Lu sighed softly, a complex mix of emotions mingling in her voice—was it guilt? Sorrow? Or some unknown resolve? Tang Yin couldn't tell. At that moment, she seemed like a phantom shrouded in thick fog, unpredictable.

Hua Lu gently raised her hand and seemed to wipe the corner of her mouth inadvertently. Her movements were secretive, but carried with them a kind of indescribable tension and hesitation.

Her figure slowly approached in the dim light, eventually kneeling beside Tang Yin. Suddenly, she paused, then actually sat astride him. This posture was condescending, like riding a horse, but she didn't look down at all. Instead, she lowered her head slightly, her gaze evasive, like a child who had done something wrong, or perhaps suppressing some complex emotion.

Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling slightly, as if even the air itself had become hot from this secret. Despite her best efforts to conceal it, the light bite on her lips and the slight trembling of her shoulders betrayed her inner uneasiness and struggle.

Tang Yin lay quietly, his consciousness hazy and his body too weak to move, but his senses were exceptionally sharp. Hua Lu's body temperature filtered through the layers of clothing, a warmth like a spark in the night, faint but enough to ignite the silent darkness.

He could even clearly feel her breath, soft yet rapid, falling on his face. This feeling of being on the verge of death spread like ripples, stirring up the remaining vitality deep within his body, like an instinct to fight death.

"I like you."

The sound of Hualu rang out in the silence, soft and low, with a strange emotion, like a melody that had never been touched, both familiar and distant.

Tang Yin's eyes flickered slightly. In his memory, Hua Lu was dignified, clumsy, and even a little slow. But at this moment, everything about her seemed to have undergone a transformation. Her movements were no longer restrained, her expression no longer shy. Instead, she possessed a powerful presence tinged with an uncanny aura.

Her jet-black dress clung to her figure, like a whirlpool beneath the night sky, making it impossible to escape. She leaned down slightly, her slender fingers quietly slipping into Tang Yin's hem, her movements slow but without the slightest hesitation. Her cool fingertips brushed against his skin, bringing a slight shudder.

"Hehe..." Hualu laughed softly. Her voice was light, but it seemed to carry some kind of magic that could shake people's hearts.

Tang Yin tried to resist, but found his limbs powerless. Was it weakness? Or had he long been paralyzed by her presence? His thoughts were in a state of confusion, his consciousness entangled in a web from which it was difficult to escape.

No, he couldn't go on like this. Tang Yin gritted his teeth, trying to muster his remaining will. He struggled to raise his right hand and gently pushed against her shoulder. Although the movement was so weak that it was almost futile, he knew it was enough to convey his intention.

Hua Lu paused, looking down at Tang Yin in silence for a moment before slowly straightening up. Her expression, hidden in the darkness, remained unreadable.

Hua Lu raised the corner of her mouth slightly, her voice as soft as a breeze: "Really?"

Her eyes dropped, as if filled with some regret, yet also with a sense of relief. "Then there's nothing we can do."

As soon as she finished speaking, she effortlessly flipped Tang Yin's body, rolling him from front to side, and finally falling face down on the cold floor. In that instant, the warmth that had once remained in his body was completely drained away. The coldness was like a venomous snake, quickly crawling through his limbs and bones, reaching his heart - this chill seemed to remind him that death was just around the corner.

"It should be a little painful." Hualu squatted down, her tone gentle, as if comforting, but also like a farewell.

Tang Yin reluctantly turned his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Hua Lu pulling something out of her sleeve. It was a shiny metal cone, slender and sharp, its cold light gleaming with a chilling aura in the dim light.

Ice Cone? No... it's Thousand Pieces.

Tang Yin's consciousness suddenly shook, and he suddenly understood her intention.

"I will set you free." Hua Lu said with a smile, a wonderful calmness appearing on her face, as if she was doing something very natural.

Her movements were gentle, yet carried a certain irresistible power. Tang Yin tried to struggle, but that feeble resistance had already exhausted his last bit of strength. His body felt like it had been swallowed by the tide of the deep sea, completely unable to move, and he could only allow the cold cone tip to slowly approach. His vision was gradually swallowed by darkness, and his senses became blurred. Suddenly, he felt a sharp sting in his left shoulder, the pain brief but deep in his bones.

She stuck the awl in...

This was Tang Yin's last thought before he lost consciousness. His world was completely plunged into endless darkness, as if everything had returned to nothingness.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Yin suddenly opened his eyes. His breathing was rapid, and his chest was heaving violently, but there was no pain or suffocation as he had expected. He was stunned for a moment, and then he found himself sitting upright.

"Tang Yin!?" A trembling cry came from my ears.

He turned to see Wang Lina kneeling beside him, her hands tightly grasping his, tears already blurring her face. Her expression was indescribable, a mixture of joy and excitement, yet also a deep sense of fear.

"Wow, that's great, you're still alive..." Wang Lina choked and her voice trembled slightly, as if she was trying her best to suppress her emotions, but unable to control the collapse of her heart.

Tang Yin looked at her in a daze, then looked around - this was the cafeteria, everyone was here.

But strangely, the atmosphere around them seemed unusually heavy. Everyone's expression was extremely complex, carrying an indescribable emotion. They stood not far away, silently gazing at Tang Yin, their gazes filled with scrutiny, a subtle unease, even fear.

No one cried and screamed like Wang Lina did. Everyone's emotions were suppressed somewhere invisible and deep.

In the end what happened?
Tang Yin's mind went blank for a moment. He looked down at his body. There was no trace of pain, and even the weakness had vanished. He felt better than ever, as if he had just finished a long, deep sleep, feeling refreshed and full of energy.

But because of this, the uneasiness in my heart became more and more intense. Is all this... really normal?

Tang Yin slowly raised his head, his voice a little hoarse: "...Sorry, Wang Lina, can I ask...what exactly happened?"

Wang Lina was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand. Her voice was still choked with sobs: "...Tang Yin, you slept for about five hours, lying here the whole time, and it was already dark."

Five hours? Tang Yin frowned, his mind blank, as if a piece of memory had been abruptly cut out, and he couldn't remember anything.

He turned his gaze to Qian Jin, who was standing not far away: "Qian Jin, what's wrong with me?"

Qian Jin's expression was somewhat complicated. After hesitating for a moment, he whispered, "...He's been poisoned by Aconitum, and the symptoms are so severe that there's no cure."

"There's no cure?" Tang Yin muttered again, the doubt between his brows deepening. "Then why am I still..."

"However," Qian Jin interrupted him, his tone changing with a hint of relief, "You're still alive, so that's cause for celebration..."

After saying this, his gaze slowly moved to the window.

Tang Yin followed his gaze and saw Hua Lu standing there, her head lowered, coaxing Xiao Mei in her arms, her movements gentle and focused. The night breeze blew in from the window, ruffling a strand of hair on her shoulder. It swayed in the dim light, making her figure hazy and mysterious.

No, it’s not just Qian Jin, everyone’s eyes are focused on Hua Lu.

Those eyes were filled with surprise, disbelief, and even a hint of awe and worship.

"Prayer works!" Tong Xiaoliang's voice rang out in the silence, breaking the stagnant atmosphere. His tone was as frivolous as ever, but this time, Tang Yin felt that this was more than just a joke.

Tang Yin was stunned for a moment, then looked at Hua Lu, his tone tentative: "Well... is that so? My memory is very vague. Hua Lu, you saved me, right? I'm very grateful."

Hua Lu raised her head and glanced at Tang Yin calmly. Her tone was as calm as if she was stating a trivial matter: "I am just fulfilling the Hua family's mission."

Her voice was soft, but it held a certain unshakable power that made it impossible to refute.

"...It doesn't matter what, as long as he's alive..." Wang Lina whispered, her emotions a little out of control, her voice choked with sobs and unable to continue.

Tang Yin, however, was not so relieved. His mind was filled with questions, a tangled mess of threads that could not be untangled. Besides the mystery of the death reversal, there was now another one - curing aconite poisoning through religious rituals? It sounded absurd, like a fairy tale.

Prayer? Religious ceremony?
He looked down at his left shoulder and reached out to touch it. It was already wrapped in brand new gauze, and it felt a little rough. There was still blood on the cotton wool. Was it the wound left by the flower dew?

Tang Yin's thoughts froze suddenly—detoxification? Impossible. He wasn't bitten by a venomous snake, so how could the aconite poison he swallowed be sucked out of his shoulder?

Purify the virus...purify?
He recalled Hua Lu’s previous words—purifying pollution was one of the Hua family’s missions.

The Hua family's mission.

Tang Yin's gaze fell on Hua Lu again. She lowered her eyes, her expression calm and almost indifferent, as if what had just happened was just a trivial episode.

The maid in the bedroom...

These words suddenly surfaced in Tang Yin's mind. He finally understood that the Hua family was indeed a terrifying clan. To protect the villagers' dreams, the Hua family had assumed a responsibility unimaginable to ordinary people, and Hua Lu... was the executor of this responsibility.

Tang Yin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt a dull pain in the wound on his shoulder, but even more than the physical pain, he felt the weight of the Hua family's secret and the woman with the mission.

(End of this chapter)