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

Chapter 562 Let’s Escape

The night deepened, and Tang Yin stood there, the sounds still echoing in his ears. He wished so much that this was all just a nightmare, but the reality before him mercilessly reminded him that this was not an illusion.

The mother's voice was particularly clear in the final moments. She called out her eldest son's name over and over again, her voice filled with a mother's final concern for her child. And the eldest son kept responding, the sobbing in his voice almost tearing the night sky apart.

In her final moments, another name seemed to slip softly from her lips. That call was fleeting, lost forever in the night wind before anyone could hear it. Then, everything fell silent, even the chirping of insects vanished.

Tang Yin turned and looked at Xiao Mei, who was standing not far away. The moonlight cast a hazy outline on her thin figure, making her look even more frail. "Xiao Mei," he called softly.

Xiao Mei raised her head, her eyes still a little dazed, but she nodded to Tang Yin. Her movements were very gentle, like a frightened deer.

"Let's run away together tomorrow?" Tang Yin's voice was very soft, for fear of disturbing the silence.

The little girl nodded again, her eyes twinkling faintly in the moonlight.

Tang Yin took a deep breath and said the most difficult words: "...Give up the flower dew."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Mei's tears rolled down like beads from a broken string. She didn't make any sound, but just shed tears silently. That silent crying was more heartbreaking than wailing loudly.

Tang Yin took her cold little hand and walked towards the dormitory. The night breeze brought a hint of coolness, but it couldn't dispel the heaviness in his heart. He pulled the few remaining compressed biscuits from his pocket and brought Xiao Mei to her cabin.

"Lock the door and don't run around. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning." Tang Yin's voice was filled with unquestionable firmness.

Xiao Mee was still crying silently, but she nodded obediently.

"Eat this." Tang Yin handed her the compressed biscuits and gently stroked her hair, as if this could give her some comfort. Then, he turned around and closed the door, leaving Xiao Mei alone in the room.

Just then, footsteps were heard behind him. Tang Yin turned around and found that the others had also returned. Qian Jin was walking in front, and he looked extremely tired in the moonlight.

"Today's banquet is over." There was no trace of emotion in Qian Jin's voice, as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him.

"Really?" Tang Yin replied softly. He hadn't attended the banquet, and he had no right to criticize their choice. Everyone was silent, as if suffocating under the heavy atmosphere.

The three of them walked towards the dormitory together, keeping an uncanny distance between them. Tang Yin walked last, looking at the backs of the two people in front of him, feeling an indescribable sense of powerlessness well up in his heart. The moonlight stretched their shadows very long, as if to extend this despair indefinitely.

——Tomorrow is the last day.

Tang Yin gazed at the distant Divine River Valley, shrouded in thick fog, wondering if he could convince them to flee. It was a restricted area, but perhaps also their only hope. The thick fog shone an eerie silver in the moonlight, as if silently warning them.

The dormitory corridor was eerily quiet at night. Tang Yin sat alone on the edge of his bed, pondering the heavy question in the dim light of the street lamp outside the window - how would death come?
Died of his wounds? Met with misfortune during his escape? Or perhaps devoured by that strange otherworld? Tang Yin's fingers tapped unconsciously on the edge of the bed, producing a gentle rhythmic sound. Worse still, perhaps, like the others, he would become a meal for those monsters.

At that moment, a bloody memory suddenly flashed through his mind—it was the scene of him being torn apart by a werewolf monster in some parallel world. The feeling of sharp claws ripping through flesh was so real, it felt like it happened yesterday. Tang Yin subconsciously touched his chest. It was intact now, but the memory was still so real it was jarring.

What on earth was going on? Although he was baffled, this possibility was indeed very high. Tang Yin rubbed his temples, trying to sort out his thoughts. Common sense suggests that ordinary people's memories should fade with death, just like spring snow melting. Only by truly overcoming the fear of the unknown can one face the arrival of death calmly.

But if he really had to repeat that kind of death, Tang Yin felt a chill run down his spine. The pain of being torn apart by a monster, once was enough for him.

"Then let's think of a less painful way to die." He muttered to himself, his voice sounding particularly lonely in the empty room.

"A more comfortable way to die." Tang Yin stood up and paced in the small room.

"Or die in pain, in exchange for some kind of reward." His eyes gradually became firm. For example, using one's own life in exchange for the chance for those children to survive.

——Okay, it’s time to risk your life.

Tang Yin looked towards Wang Lina's room next door, wondering if she would support his decision. That stubborn girl always scoffed at his ideas.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath - suddenly, a ridiculous idea exploded in his mind.

"Here it comes!" Tang Yin suddenly opened his eyes, a mischievous smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly unleashed a standard Overlord Kick against the mottled wall, making a dull thud. The dormitory wall vibrated slightly under the impact.

"Wooah~" he shouted exaggeratedly, with a hint of deliberate affectation in his voice.

Then, he threw another beautiful kick from the lower body, his movements were crisp and neat.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~~~~” Tang Yin’s roar echoed in the silent night, like a patient in the late stage of chuunibyou.

"Seven treasures are lost, pearl door is broken by wind~" He began to sing loudly, but the tone was scattered.

"Dead and empty in the grass~! Buddha Relics SHOUT AAH!!" Tang Yin sang this inexplicable Buddha Relics rock song while continuing his punching and kicking performance against the wall. Sweat trickled down his forehead, but he remained immersed in this crazy venting.

"Dong, dong, dong!" As expected, there was a burst of hurried footsteps from the next room. It sounded like someone jumped out of the bed.

"—I'm so annoyed!!" Wang Lina's angry roar came from the entrance. Through the thin wall, Tang Yin could even imagine her jumping with anger.

"Your voice sounds like laughter, right?" Tang Yin stopped and asked mischievously.

"Because your behavior is so ridiculous, isn't it?!" Wang Lina's voice was filled with an unconcealed smile. The walls of this shabby dormitory were as thin as paper, with almost no sound insulation, which made it convenient for them to communicate through the wall.

Tang Yin leaned against the wall, a faint smile on his face. At least in the final moments, he could still hear her angry yet amused voice. This was fine; compared to those heavy topics, he preferred this way of saying goodbye.

As the night deepened, the moonlight outside the window was obscured by thick clouds, and the entire world was shrouded in gloom. Tang Yin stood in the center of the room, took a deep breath, and finally made up his mind. "Okay, let's run away together tomorrow?" His voice carried through the wall to the next room.

"Why so sudden!?" Wang Lina's voice was full of surprise, and she seemed to be frightened by the suggestion.

Tang Yin chuckled, "Since you are still in the mood to complain, it proves that you haven't lost your rationality. Run away, run away, leave this crazy place." His tone was relaxed, but his eyes were extremely firm.

"Um, Tang Yin." Wang Lina's voice became hesitant.

"I'm serious." Tang Yin emphasized his tone and interrupted what she was about to say.

Wang Lina at the door fell silent, even her breathing becoming barely audible. The stillness of the night was like an invisible net, enveloping both of their minds.

The electronic clock on the wall showed it was 8:00 PM. According to the rules, this was a safe time. Tang Yin knew this very well. He walked to the entrance and gently opened the door. Outside, Wang Lina stood there with her head lowered. Her long hair was faintly hazy in the light of the corridor.

"What a heavy expression." Tang Yin said, looking at her furrowed brows.

Wang Lina raised her head, her black and white eyes looking straight at him, "Really?"

"Fake." Tang Yin raised his lips into a playful smile.

"You're flirting with girls again. You're not my boyfriend." Wang Lina rolled her eyes, with a hint of anger in her tone.

"Don't change the subject. You are actually very distressed, right? Tell me everything." Tang Yin's expression suddenly became serious, and his eyes were like torches.

“…” Wang Lina lowered her head, her fingers twisted together nervously.

"Forget it, it's nothing. Come in first." Tang Yin stepped aside to make way.

"...Sorry to bother you." Wang Lina said softly and walked into the empty room.

The room, bare except for the necessary furniture, seemed exceptionally desolate. The two sat facing each other, a sense of inexplicable tension hanging in the air. Moonlight shone in through the window, casting a silvery streak on the floor.

"Tell me about today's banquet." Tang Yin said straight to the point.

For the next few minutes, Wang Lina recounted the banquet in detail. Her voice was soft, but remarkably clear in the silent room. As she spoke, Tang Yin's brow furrowed further and further.

"...Who is the wolf?" Tang Yin muttered to himself, looking through the window at the dark night sky in the distance.

"I don't know either, or rather, it doesn't matter anymore." Wang Lina's voice was full of fatigue.

The current situation was truly hopeless, and they all knew it. Every execution seemed like a farce, without any rational basis for judgment. Even more terrifying, they even doubted whether the werewolf camp had actually suffered any losses.

"It would be great if that bitter-faced guy was a wolf. That way I'd have a target to resent as much as I want." Wang Lina said with a wry smile, a hint of self-mockery in her voice.

"Zhao Gang has already proved Qian Jin's innocence. This possibility is very low." Tang Yin shook his head with an affirmative tone.

"...I know." Wang Lina lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her face.

But if Wang Lina's suspicions were correct, then the situation was far more horrific than they had imagined. Qin Ming, that seemingly harmless boy, could actually watch his mother die. This wasn't something that could be explained by simple acting; it was sheer cold-bloodedness!

The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew heavy, even the air seemed thick. The moonlight had been obscured by dark clouds, plunging the room into even deeper darkness.

Qin Ming's childish face kept resurfacing in Tang Yin's mind. Could those clear eyes truly harbor such terrifying coldness? Moonlight filtered through the window sill, casting dappled shadows on the floor, as if silently revealing the answer to this mystery.

Wang Lina's theory about Madam Chen Xiang's actions seemed reasonable—a mother willing to sacrifice her life for her son. Killing everyone except her son would ensure that Qin Ming, whether a werewolf or a human, would ultimately emerge victorious. Thinking of this, Tang Yin shuddered.

But this alone was not enough to conclude that Qin Ming was the werewolf hiding in the darkness. Tang Yin's gaze fell on the dim lamp in the corner, the light dancing in his deep eyes.

Mrs. Chen Xiang's actions are chilling. Even in her deranged state, she remains determined to kill for her son, even at the cost of her own life. The power of a mother's love is terrifying and suffocating.

Recalling the scene that day, Tang Yin asked Xiaomei to go upstairs to help, inadvertently disrupting Madam Chen Xiang's plan. In the end, he had to subdue this crazy mother with his own hands. If Tang Yin were in Madam Chen Xiang's shoes, he would probably want to chop himself into minced meat by now.

"...I wanted to imitate you, but I couldn't." Wang Lina suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the room. She lowered her head, her long hair covering half of her face, making it difficult to see her expression.

"Imitate me?" Tang Yin frowned slightly.

"Well, independent thinking and communication like you." There was a hint of self-mockery in Wang Lina's voice.

Tang Yin suddenly felt uneasy. Could it be that his presence had a negative impact on Wang Lina? He looked at the always strong girl before him, and his heart was filled with ripples.

No, even if that's the case, thinking before acting is definitely not a bad thing, Tang Yin told himself in his heart.

Everything that had happened recently was worth pondering: Qin Ming's threatening words, Wang Lina's perceived change in personality—these details couldn't be ignored. Besides Qin Ming, there were other suspicious figures: Granny Rong, a steadfast believer in superstition, Xiaomei, who always sided with Qin Ming, and Xiaome, who had cast that fateful vote.

The air in the room seemed frozen, even the chirping of insects outside the window seemed particularly harsh. Tang Yin slowly stood up and walked to the window. The night was as dark as ink, and the street lights in the distance seemed particularly lonely in the darkness. He took a deep breath and turned to face Wang Lina.

"Everyone is a suspect." His voice was low and firm, like a sharp sword cutting through the silence.

The moonlight still shone on the floor, but now the light and shadow seemed particularly strange. In this game full of lies and betrayal, everyone could be the wolf hiding under the human skin, and the truth might be more terrifying than they imagined.

(End of this chapter)