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

Chapter 577 Entering the Village Again
At this point, overthinking was pointless. Tang Yin clenched his fists, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

The moment the van passed through the mysterious entrance, time seemed to freeze. At the edge of my vision, a white figure suddenly flashed.

——It’s her!
Tang Yin's eyes widened, fixed on the flower dew that loomed behind the rocks. In an instant, their gazes met, and those uncanny red pupils shone like two vibrant rubies against the dim sky. Her slender figure, accompanied by flowing white hair, traced a graceful arc through the air as she turned to gaze at the passing van.

Just then, an accident happened.

She lost her balance, tilted backward, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Stone, stone!!! I hit the back of my head on a stone, it seems to hurt a lot!! Wait, sorry, stop the car!!" Tang Yin shouted almost subconsciously, his voice full of anxiety.

"What's wrong!?" Xia Hui turned her head in surprise.

Zhou Zhengxiong immediately slammed on the brakes, the tires rubbing against the ground with a sharp sound. Tang Yin didn't care about anything else, he pushed open the car door and rushed towards the fallen figure.

"No, are you okay?" He squatted down and asked with concern.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Hua Lu clutched her head, uttering a series of painful groans. Seeing this legendary and mysterious woman in such a state of distress, Tang Yin's awe instantly vanished.

"It hurts!" she cried, frowning.

"It must be very painful!" Tang Yin couldn't help but agree.

"Ah! Who are you?" Hua Lu raised her head, tears glistening in her red eyes.

"Just a passerby!"

"who am I?"

"and many more."

"I, I just want to say this once." Hua Lu stuck out her tongue.

"You're still in the mood to play with memes?" Tang Yin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"...It hurts so much that it makes me a little confused." She rubbed the back of her head, her expression slightly embarrassed.

Only at this close-up moment did Tang Yin truly see the girl before him—no, judging by her temperament, she should be older than him. At this moment, a faint blush appeared on her fair cheeks, making one want to take a few more glances.

Hualu—this name echoed softly in Tang Yin’s heart.

Perhaps due to albinism, her skin was nearly transparent, her hair as pure as fresh snow, and her pupils as crimson as blood. She wore a unique kimono, and her mannerisms were eccentric, reminiscent of the mysterious woman in Tang Yin's memory.

But what was that sudden joke just now? On second thought, it didn't seem too strange. After all, the two of them didn't have much interaction when they last met, so they couldn't be said to be familiar with each other.

"...Are you really okay?" Tang Yin asked with some concern.

Hua Lu gave a bitter yet playful smile: "...My mother once said that if it hurts, it means everything is fine."

"It depends on the situation...Excuse my rudeness." Tang Yin couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This mysterious woman seemed to be much more interesting than he had imagined.

Tang Yin stood before Hua Lu, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. He raised his hand slightly, his fingertips carefully approaching the wound. An early spring breeze blew gently through the open paper door, carrying the faint scent of cherry blossoms.

Hua Lu's long, silver-white hair shone softly in the sunlight, making her delicate face appear even fairer. Tang Yin's fingers threaded through her smooth hair, gently touching the wound.

"It hurts so much..." Hua Lu frowned slightly, and a trace of pain flashed in her ruby ​​eyes.

Tang Yin immediately withdrew his hand, his expression serious: "Ah... It's bleeding, and a little swollen... It's best to apply ice and rest."

Hualu raised her head and looked curiously at the young man in the dark coat. His calm demeanor and gentle eyes made her want to trust him unconsciously. "Are you a doctor?"

"No, this is just common-sense emergency treatment," Tang Yin shook his head, his voice filled with concern. "Looking at the wound, it shouldn't be serious... Are you okay?"

"...Hey, um, that." Hua Lu suddenly hesitated, her slender fingers unconsciously twisted together, and her eyes were wandering.

Tang Yin became nervous upon seeing this: "Are you feeling unwell?!"

Hua Lu lowered her head, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "...No, well, how should I put it, when you touched my hair, it felt itchy." Her cheeks quietly flushed a cherry pink. "It's not uncomfortable, it's just, it felt strange."

Looking at Hua Lu's shy appearance, a bold idea suddenly flashed through Tang Yin's mind - could it be that she is the type whose sensitive spot is on the scalp?

"...You've already had physical contact with your first villager so quickly. You're truly worthy of being Tang Yin." A teasing voice suddenly sounded from behind. Xia Hui crossed her arms, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"What are you talking about, Miss Rabbit?" Tang Yin responded helplessly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Tea-haired man! Lady Hualu has been violated, violated!!"

A sharp cry shattered the silence in the room. An elderly woman in a brown kimono with gray hair rushed out from nowhere, her face filled with panic.

This old woman suddenly appeared from nowhere! !
"A wish!! Listen to me, Granny Rong... oh no, Granny!" Tang Yin hurriedly explained, "Lady Hualu just fell and hurt her head!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh..." Hua Lu was at a loss what to do due to this sudden change.

Granny Rong waved her hands excitedly: "Lady Hualu, what kind of obscene things did this man of unknown origin do to you! It's so pitiful! So terrible!"

Listen to my explanation! Tang Yin smiled bitterly in his heart.

...It really feels like my good intentions have been bitten by a dog.

After a heated exchange of explanations, the farce finally came to an end. The sunlight continued to stream gently into the house, as if the chaos had never happened.

"...I'm sorry to trouble you." Hualu said apologetically.

"It's all your fault for doing something that caused misunderstanding." Granny Rong still had a reproachful tone.

"Ahaha, sorry." Tang Yin smiled awkwardly.

"Lady Hualu, please go back and have some rest first!" Grandma Rong said with concern.

"Don't worry, Granny Rong," Hualu said softly. "Master Qian Jin is in the Hidden Mist Village! I'll go get him right away!" Granny Rong said anxiously, suddenly remembering something.

Zhou Zhengxiong, who had been standing silently in the corner, finally spoke: "I'll take you down."

"...Oh, please..." Granny Rong nodded. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window panes, casting long shadows on them.

Tang Yin stood aside, silently observing the scene. Zhou Zhengxiong's towering figure loomed over Granny Rong, the unintentional pressure he exuded making the old woman, usually so critical of outsiders, appear unusually submissive. The sunlight cast long, slanted shadows between them, creating a rather peculiar scene.

Xia Hui turned her gaze towards Hua Lu, her cunning eyes now filled with concern. "Are you Hua Lu? Is it really okay not to go to the hospital?"

Hua Lu shook her head gently, her silver hair drawing a graceful arc in the air: "There is a doctor here..." Her voice was soft, with a hint of fatigue.

"...Really? That's good." Xia Hui took a few steps closer and held out her hand. "Let me help you. Want to get in the car?"

Hualu lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her face: "I'm sorry to trouble everyone."

Xia Hui turned to look at Tang Yin, a mischievous smile on her lips: "Tang Yin, I'm sorry, please sit in the back row."

Tang Yin glanced at the van and thought to himself: There must be a mountain of equipment piled up in the back row.

"How about I walk over there?" he suggested casually.

"No way." Xia Hui refused flatly.

Tang Yin looked at Xia Hui's resolute expression and understood. If this hot-tempered Miss Rabbit were allowed to act alone, trouble would likely arise. Recalling their previous encounter with a dangerous bridge when entering the village through the Divine River Valley, he realized he was a stranger from out of town, so he couldn't act too familiar, lest he arouse suspicion.

At this moment, Hualu suddenly said: "I'm really sorry, um..."

"It's nothing, don't take it to heart." Tang Yin waved his hands quickly.

"No, that." Hualu's voice became smaller and smaller, with a hint of shyness, "...I am Hualu."

Tang Yin then realized his own impoliteness: "... Come to think of it, I didn't introduce myself... Um..." He coughed lightly, "I'm Tang Yin, Tang for Tang Dynasty, Yin for invisibility."

In the end, Tang Yin finally got into the back seat of the van, sitting next to Hua Lu. Although the journey wasn't long, and neither of them deliberately exchanged words, Tang Yin clearly caught a faint aroma—a scent similar to that of dried fragrant wood, crisp and lingering, leaving a lasting impression.

The car bumped along the bumpy mountain road, and Tang Yin had to use all his strength to control his constantly throbbing body. Through the car window, he saw the van's tires had rolled two deep ruts on the sandy road, winding towards the Hidden Mist Village.

As dusk deepened, the car passed the imposing Qian Group building, the deserted construction site, and Granny Rong's quaint house. Finally, they arrived at the village square.

Hua Lu's spirits had improved considerably by this point, but she still seemed uneasy about causing trouble for everyone. Looking at the wound on her head, Tang Yin secretly reminded himself that he had to remind her to be more careful.

Accompanied by Xia Hui, Tang Yin escorted Hua Lu back to her residence. Gazing at the simple little house, Tang Yin felt a strange feeling in his heart—it was here that he had once seen a crazed Hua Lu imprisoned. That scene seemed to have happened only yesterday, yet it felt like a lifetime ago.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire village red, casting a faint melancholy over the peaceful evening. The air was filled with the fragrance of earth and grass, and sporadic birdsong could be heard in the distance. Everything seemed so peaceful and tranquil, as if the accident had never happened.

As dusk fell, Hualu stood in front of the door, her slender figure looking particularly frail under the dim light. She spoke hesitantly, "...Well, just in case, I'll just wait here for the money to come in."

"Take care." Xia Hui said softly, with concern in her eyes.

Hua Lu turned her gaze to Tang Yin, her moon-white hair fluttering gently in the breeze: "Well... Mr. Tang Yin, I will always remember your kindness." Her voice was soft, with a barely perceptible tremor.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." Tang Yin waved his hand and said casually.

At this moment, a childish voice broke the delicate atmosphere: "Mee..."

"Woo-ah." Tang Yin was startled by the sudden sound, and then he remembered that Hua Lu had a little follower who was always with her.

Xia Hui's eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh, who is this child?" Her professional instinct was instantly aroused.

Hualu glanced down at the little girl beside her: "...Didn't you see her yesterday? She was the child who accidentally entered the Hidden Mist Village the day before yesterday."

"Oh...is she from Baifengzhuang? I'll take her back today." Xia Hui suggested enthusiastically.

"No, that." Hua Lu was about to explain when Tang Yin interrupted: "Ah, why don't we go find someone else to ask about the situation first? It would be better for Hua Lu to rest more."

“…Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!” Hua Lu nodded repeatedly as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Xia Hui glanced at the two of them suspiciously: "...Indeed, Hualu, we'll take our leave first...Is the child okay?"

"...Xiaomee." Hualu called softly.

"Mee," the little girl responded obediently, following Hualu into the house. As the door opened and closed, a rich aroma wafted out, as if it were some aged fragrant wood burning in the room.

"She is very cute." Xia Hui looked at the closed door and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"Yeah." Tang Yin replied casually.

Xia Hui suddenly became interested: "Besides, her appearance with this outfit really makes her look mysterious."

"Outfit?" Tang Yin didn't react for a moment.

"Didn't you notice?" Xia Hui's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Although it resembles a shrine maiden's attire, the ink-dyed pattern is actually a Buddhist style. Clearly, her attire has religious significance. I never imagined such a remote place would have its own independent faith... It's truly thrilling to think about it."

"It's not a bad thing to be passionate about your work, but it's better not to meddle in other people's business." A cold voice suddenly came from behind.

Tang Yin sighed in his heart: This time, there are so many people who make unexpected appearances.

"Oh, Qian Jin, excuse me. Are you here for the floral treatment?" Xia Hui immediately suppressed her excitement and revealed the smooth smile typical of a professional reporter.

Qian Jin brushed past the two of them with a cold face: "Well, if you know, just make way... Hey, who is this person?" He suddenly noticed Tang Yin's presence, and there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"Ah, that..." Xia Hui hurriedly explained, "He is Tang Yin. Under Qin Zhi's arrangement, he is planning to move here."

(End of this chapter)