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

Chapter 636

"Qin Ming, run!!"

Tang Yin turned around and roared, his voice hoarse and filled with unquestionable urgency.

But Qin Ming did not move.

"Xiaomei, shut up!"

The girl in his arms finally couldn't hold it in any longer and broke down crying. Tang Yin's face changed, and he immediately used his left hand to cover her mouth, forcibly suppressing her sobs. However, he didn't dare to stop for a moment and continued to run forward.

The night was dark, and fog swept across the mountain path like a tide, bringing visibility to almost zero. Tang Yin's heart was pounding wildly. His ears were filled with the sounds of his own breathing, the wind, and... the eerie sound of footsteps in the silence.

Where's Qin Ming? He should have caught up, right?

But there was no sound of his footsteps behind him.

Tang Yin's heart sank.

"That's it for now."

Qin Ming's voice came from the mist, with an indescribable calmness.

What is he doing? !

Do you want to... persuade Wang Lina?

Tang Yin turned around suddenly, but only saw a hazy silhouette.

"—I've always liked you."

Qin Ming's voice trembled slightly, but was extremely sincere.

However, Wang Lina's response was just four cold words:

"It's not my business."

"boom--!"

The sound of gunfire exploded, shaking the entire night.

Tang Yin's pupils suddenly shrank and his heart skipped a beat.

"Wuwuwu..." Xiaome's crying voice vibrated muffledly under the palm of her hand, and her body couldn't stop shaking.

"Bear with it a little longer, Xiaome." Tang Yin whispered, his throat so dry that it seemed like it was about to split.

Damn it... Is this really the end this time?

Before, Tang Yin had no real concept of the power of firearms. In this era, there were many different opinions on the lethality of bullets, but now, he finally understood one thing deeply -

A gun can indeed kill an enemy with one shot.

"——Where are you, Tang Yin——"

Wang Lina's voice floated from the mist, with a morbid joy.

Tang Yin held his breath, turned around, and quickly hid in the shadows near Grandma Rong's house. He pressed his body against the cold wall, his heart beating violently.

He needed to adjust his breathing and think calmly about his next escape route.

...Just continue uphill and pass the landslide construction site, and you will reach the Qian Group’s headquarters.

But... can it really succeed?
"Come out quickly."

Wang Lina's voice came closer, with a hint of playful tenderness.

"I'm here to save you—"

She chuckled, and the next second, her tone suddenly changed: "—Just kidding."

"Click."

The unlocked entrance door was slowly pushed open.

Tang Yin's pupils suddenly shrank, his fingertips clenched, and cold sweat slid down his neck.

He was clearly running at full speed, but she...still caught up with him.

As a local, her leg strength and familiarity with the terrain far exceeded Tang Yin's imagination.

She is like a beast on the hunt.

Xiao Mei covered her mouth tightly, her shoulders heaving violently, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her body curled up into a ball, her fingertips turning white from the strain, as she tried her best to suppress her screams that were on the verge of uncontrollable.

Just hold on a little longer... just hold on a little longer.

She stumbled into the house and disappeared behind the door. Tang Yin pressed himself against the wall, holding his breath and silently counting the seconds.

One, two, three, four, five.

He slowly tiptoed away, carefully retreating as if any carelessness would alert the beast lurking in the darkness.

Shouldn't... he catch up?
The thick fog swallowed up the distant scenery and also swallowed up his uneasiness.

Tang Yin walked slowly down the hillside and returned to the square, scanning his surroundings warily. The square was now empty and deadly silent, making it suffocating.

He did not stop, but turned around and took a long detour, heading towards the Qian Group.

Xiao Mie was very light, but the long run had pushed Tang Yin's strength to the limit. He adjusted his posture, carrying her on his back, and continued to walk on tiptoe, trying not to make any noise.

...The final ending seems to be with Xiaome.

He smiled bitterly, with some complicated emotions emerging in his heart.

Is this destined?

No, don't let that foolish thought pass. The most important thing now is to survive.

Keep going.

——However, Tang Yin was still too naive.

A light voice came from the depths of the fog.

“…It’s really fun~”

Tang Yin's heart suddenly shrank, his steps stopped instantly, and he suddenly looked up.

There was a figure at the gate of Qian Group.

Amidst the swirling fog, a young man was squatting there, holding a stick-like object in his hand, gently fiddling with something.

"You're much more fun than when you were alive, uncle."

That thing... was a corpse.

The person on the ground was no longer human, his flesh and blood tangled, twisted into a heap, as if he had been wantonly tortured. Blood spread across the ground, mixing with the wet soil and emitting a sickening stench.

And that boy——

Tong Xiaoliang.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were terrifyingly empty, as if he was admiring a carefully crafted work of art.

He slowly stood up, gently swung the shotgun in his hand, his eyes lingered on Tang Yin for a moment, and then his smile deepened.

"Then, next one."

His voice was filled with undisguised amusement, like a referee presiding over a game.

"Isn't it Uncle Tang standing there who's next?"

Tang Yin's breathing stagnated and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Is he a wolf, or...

No, whatever it is, now is not the time to think about it.

Tong Xiaoliang tilted his head slightly, as if he had seen through all of Tang Yin's thoughts: "Ah, if you turn around and run now, Xiao Mei will probably be shot by me first, right? Uncle Tang, you won't do that, will you?"

Tang Yin's steps froze.

Xiao Mee was still on his back, her hands tightly grasping his collar, her fingertips trembling slightly.

If he turned around and ran away, he might still have a chance of survival, but Xiao Mee...

Tong Xiaoliang's smile grew brighter, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"Why don't you just come over here?"

His voice was light and there was an almost coquettish pleading tone in his voice.

"Just like Uncle Gao and Uncle Qian, I would find it more fun that way."

Tang Yin's fingertips tightened slightly, and all the nerves in his body were tense to the extreme.

He could clearly see Tong Xiaoliang's face. In the dead silence of the night, his expression was like a beast that had broken free from its shackles, finally revealing its true nature.

He no longer hides it.

In the second half of the banquet, Tong Xiaoliang's pretended relaxed attitude completely collapsed.

As a wolf, he cannot do whatever he wants. He must keep lying and hide his identity at all times.

But now, he no longer needs to pretend.

He finally... freed himself.

Tang Yin's heartbeat was nearly uncontrollable, but his gaze was calmer than ever before. He knew he only had one chance.

Corpses lay scattered across the ground, blood seeping into the soil, shrouded in the night mist, like a silent massacre ritual. Qian Jin's body lay twisted at the door, a pool of blood slowly spreading beneath him.

But judging from the broken muzzle of the gun and the signs of struggle, he obviously did not die without any resistance.

He tried his best.

Maybe it was to delay time, or maybe it was to help Hualu escape.

At the last moment, he showed his bloodiness and backbone.

However, Tong Xiaoliang just smiled lightly and fiddled with the corpse nonchalantly as if he was admiring an interesting toy.

"I don't like shooting at people from behind. Shooting Hualu from behind is not fun at all~"

He stated the facts lightly and in a joking tone, as if the person who had just shot and killed someone was not him but someone unimportant.

Tang Yin clenched his fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, and his breathing was rapid and heavy.

He knew that he couldn't stop Tong Xiaoliang.

But at least, he could make a final exchange.

“…Let Xiaome go.”

Tong Xiaoliang's eyes moved slightly, and then he showed a meaningful smile.

"That's not going to be easy. After all, to the Wolf God, she's probably like the leader of the Yellow Springs people."

He drawled out his words, his eyes gleaming with a certain excitement, as if he were telling a joke that only he could understand.

"Forget it. If she voluntarily returns to Huangquan, I will let her go."

Tang Yin's heart sank suddenly.

Tong Xiaoliang...is he also bound by the curse of the canon?

He took a deep breath, slowly put Xiaome down on his back, squatted down, and whispered:
"...Run to the cliff below the hillside and then climb down to the stream below. Can you do it?"

Xiao Mei's eyes were moist, tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice trembled: "Tang, Brother Tang Yin... wuwuwu..."

Tang Yin reached out and gently rubbed her hair, his voice gentle but firm.

"...Don't worry, everything will be fine."

He knew that once he died, everything would be back to zero.

Then... there will be a death replay.

This is his only chance.

He raised his head, his eyes looking straight at Tong Xiaoliang through the mist, his tone frighteningly calm:
"Come on!"

Xiao Mee gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her cheeks, and finally turned around and ran down the hillside.

however--

"Just kidding~"

Tong Xiaoliang smiled lightly, raised his gun, and aimed at Xiaome's back without hesitation.

Tang Yin's pupils suddenly contracted, and anger instantly exploded in his chest.

This madman...!
What on earth is he thinking?!

Is this his true nature, or a distortion of him by the canon?
The moment his thoughts fell into chaos, Tang Yin's body had already reacted instinctively.

He pounced out!
"boom--!"

Gunshots exploded and flashes of fire appeared in the mist.

The violent impact instantly tore Tang Yin's nerves, and his whole body felt like it was pierced by countless hot needles, and the burning pain swept through his limbs and bones.

He looked down and saw that his clothes were torn by shrapnel and blood was quickly soaking through the fabric.

……not dead?
Tang Yin gasped for breath, and consciousness gradually returned amidst the severe pain.

Is it the influence of fog, or is the caliber of the bullet too small?

He reluctantly raised his head and saw Tong Xiaoliang frowning slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with the effect of the shot.

But the smile on his face was even more intense than before.

His whole body felt like a blunt knife was inserted into his flesh and blood, stirring it repeatedly. The pain was intense and dull, almost making Tang Yin's consciousness fall into darkness completely.

His legs became heavier and heavier, and it became difficult for him to even stand steadily. Intense stabbing pains spread throughout his body along his nerves, as if they were going to break his bones apart bit by bit.

Tong Xiaoliang was standing not far away. The fog blurred his outline, but Tang Yin could still see the young but distorted face.

"What are you doing, Uncle Tang... Do you want to die protecting that child?"

"Uncle Tang, you have to play with me."

His tone was light and even a little coquettish, but there was no smile in his eyes, only pure malice and excitement.

"Since you don't want to play with me, then turn into a corpse and play with me."

He raised the gun and slowly pointed the muzzle at Tang Yin's forehead.

Tang Yin almost didn't have the strength to even raise his hands to resist.

"—Do you want to break the agreement, Xiaoliang?"

The sudden sound broke the silence.

The fog rolled, and a slender figure slowly emerged.

Tang Yin reluctantly raised his head, his vision was already a little blurry, but he could still see clearly -

Tong Xiaoliang's body stiffened.

He still had that cruel smile on his face, but the light in his eyes had completely gone out.

he died.

The wolf walked out of the fog, holding not a gun but a cold sharp weapon in his hand.

Wang Lina.

She held a sharp kitchen knife in her hand, the blade deeply embedded in Tong Xiaoliang's head. Blood slowly dripped down the handle and smeared on her pale fingers.

"I said, Tang Yin is my prey~"

Her tone was calm, even a little nonchalant, as if she had just completed an insignificant task.

Tong Xiaoliang's body remained upright, as if he had not yet realized that he was dead.

Then, his knees gave way and he fell over like a puppet with its strings cut, splashing a pool of bright red blood.

Wang Lina didn't even look at him. She just pulled out the kitchen knife, shook off the blood on the blade, and threw it on the ground.

Tang Yin stared at her warily, quickly calculating his own chances of survival in his mind.

However, Wang Lina just smiled slightly and slowly pulled out a brand new weapon from her sleeve.

This woman is covered in weapons.

Tang Yin's heart sank.

He suddenly realized how little he knew about her.

Wang Lina tilted her head, her long black hair fell over her shoulders, and her smile became more meaningful.

"Tang Yin, there's no one else here now."

Her voice was soft, but it was like an ice-cold needle, piercing straight into Tang Yin's nerves.

"It's just a world for two of us, um, that's how it feels."

Her tone sounded a little bored, as if she had lost interest in the continuation of the hunt.

Tang Yin's throat was extremely dry and his chest was heaving violently. He didn't even know if he could hold on for another minute.

Wang Lina narrowed her eyes slightly, "Can't you even speak?"

He took a deep breath, "...Why?"

Wang Lina's eyes moved slightly, and then she revealed a faint smile.

"Ah, you can still speak? That's good, that's good."

Tang Yin's fingertips tightened slightly, his voice low and hoarse, "Why do you do this?"

Wang Lina looked at him quietly, "There's nothing I can do about it. I have to do this."

Her tone remained calm, as if she was stating an inevitable fact.

Tang Yin felt a dull pain in his chest, and his eyes locked onto hers. "...I thought you weren't that kind of person."

Wang Lina didn't say anything.

Tang Yin's voice was low and tired. "I don't understand what this rule is, or whether it's a legend, but I always felt that no matter how terrifying it was, you would resist until the very end."

Wang Lina looked at him quietly, and the smile on her lips gradually disappeared.

(End of this chapter)