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

Chapter 580 Flower Dew
The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the leaves onto the ground, and a thought about spiders suddenly flashed through Tang Yin's mind. One of Qian Ming Shen's guardian beasts should be a spider, right? He remembered Wang Lina once mentioning that Hua Lu's family was home to spiders.

Hualu paused, looking up at the gradually darkening sky, and spoke with a hint of mystery: "The aura of the underworld will flow into the human world from the Divine River and corrode the human spirit."

She turned around, her eyes as cold as moonlight staring directly at Tang Yin: "In order to protect the villagers' dreams, it has always been the Hualu family's responsibility to keep watch."

Tang Yin nodded thoughtfully. So, the Hua Lu family's duties were somewhat similar to those of modern police patrols. No wonder, even today, the Hua family still held such considerable authority within the village.

Seeing Hua Lu's unsteady walk, Tang Yin couldn't help but ask, "Is it because you always fall down at night that you changed to patrolling during the day?"

"Oh oh oh..." Hua Lu responded hesitantly, her eyes avoiding.

Tang Yin looked at her like this and couldn't help but feel a little worried. Then he thought of another question: "By the way, do those who are called elders now have similar inheritances?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Hualu's eyes: "Well, you know a lot."

Tang Yin coughed lightly and pretended to be nonchalant, "...I came from Baifeng Manor. The Qin family... that one, seems very powerful."

"The Qin family is the home of monkeys and the guardian of the fire in the water field." Hua Lu's tone suddenly became serious.

Water field! This word made Tang Yin's spirits rise. He asked tentatively: "Is it because of the rule prohibiting the use of fire that we can only use it secretly?"

"Well, legend has it that the water field was just a disguise, and the monkeys actually gave the fire to humans there..." Hua Lu's voice was soft, as if she was telling an ancient legend.

Tang Yin suddenly realized why the Qin family was able to control the food supply of Baifeng Manor and thus hold such great power. He thought of the people he had met before: "Is Qianjin, the one I just met, also an elder?"

"Qian Jin's house is a home of crows, scavengers from the eaves." Hua Lu's voice was calm, but there was a strange meaning in her words.

"...I don't understand." Tang Yin frowned.

Hualu blinked and explained, "Confirm whether the body is from Huangquan."

Autopsy officer? Tang Yin thought to himself that this job didn't sound very important.

But Hualu's next words changed his mind: "Actually, they are also pharmacists. Aconite, also known as monkshood, is only used in their family."

This sentence reminded Tang Yin of what Tong Xiaoliang once said: "After all, the Qian Jin family is a family of pharmacists." So that's how it is. A family that controls the right to use highly toxic drugs naturally has a status that cannot be underestimated.

As the night deepened, the evening breeze gently caressed Tang Yin's face. He carefully savored the information the flower dew had just revealed, and everything seemed to begin to become clear. With autopsy as a branch of medicine, coupled with the privilege of exclusive use of highly toxic herbs, it's no wonder the Qian Jin family has earned such a high status in this land.

Under the moonlight, Tang Yin's eyes sparkled with a desire for knowledge. He asked softly, "Is that so... Then what about the remaining family?"

"Zhao family." Hua Lu's voice was as light as a cicada's chirping.

Tang Yin nodded slightly. This was indeed the last family he had yet to meet. As he pondered this, Hua Lu continued, "...the snake is the guardian of the warehouse."

"...Food warehouse?" Tang Yin asked subconsciously.

Hua Lu shook her head, the moonlight casting a faint halo on her slightly pale face: "No, the warehouse here means watchtower."

"Is that related to the military?" A hint of vigilance flashed in Tang Yin's eyes.

Hualu gazed quietly into the distance, as if recalling something. "No, they built watchtowers in the past to observe the stars, formulate calendars, predict the weather, and guide farming." She paused, then continued, "Their duties were enough to command awe, and later, they naturally became priests of Qianming God."

“——I see.” Tang Yin suddenly understood.

Isn't this the equivalent of a modern weather forecaster? He pondered. Ancient astronomy and meteorology were inseparable from divination. The ability to predict the future and avoid disasters was undoubtedly considered a supernatural power.

Tang Yin looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, suddenly understanding why the Zhao family had achieved such a lofty position. In this land rooted in agriculture, the harvest was the life and death of thousands of families. Those who could accurately predict the weather and guide farming would naturally become leaders of mankind.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Yin said sincerely, "Thank you for telling me these things. I never thought this land has such a long history. I'm sure I'll fall in love with it."

Under the moonlight, a hint of surprise flashed in Hualu's eyes: "...Really? This is the first time I've heard someone say that." There was a hint of imperceptible tenderness in her voice.

"Really? But it's really interesting here." Tang Yin said with a smile, his eyes showing sincerity.

Hua Lu lowered her head, as if thinking about something: "I haven't said these words to anyone outside Baifeng Manor."

Hearing this, Tang Yin's heart stirred. His last question had been politely declined by her. Now that he thought about it, it seemed like the right decision to sneak in. The night breeze blew gently, bringing with it the faint chirping of insects in the distance, as if bearing witness to this special moment.

Hua Lu's figure, standing in the moonlight, seemed exceptionally cool and serene, yet possessed an indescribable sense of intimacy. Tang Yin gazed at her profile and suddenly realized he had touched upon the deepest secrets of this mysterious land. As the night deepened, the stars twinkled, and this quiet night seemed to reveal even more unknown stories to him.

The path twisted and turned under the night, and Hua Lu's figure seemed particularly ethereal in the moonlight. She suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Tang Yin, "We have been walking all the way here, and we are here."

Tang Yin looked around. Before he knew it, they had indeed covered quite a distance. "It's certainly a long way," he replied casually, a hint of teasing in his tone.

Hualu's cheeks suddenly turned red, and her voice was so soft that it almost disappeared in the night wind: "...No, we didn't do anything strange."

Tang Yin was speechless for a moment, inwardly sighing at how unpredictable this girl's train of thought was. She always managed to interpret the topic he casually threw out in a completely different direction, like hitting an ordinary curveball into another dimension. This kind of wild imagination was truly astonishing.

Under the moonlight, a small wooden house stood quietly before them. Its architectural style mirrored that of the houses near the square, its simplicity revealing the marks of time. Despite its age, the structure appeared solid, its woodwork revealing the craftsman's exquisite craftsmanship.

"In fact, most of the land in Baifeng Village was privately owned by the Qin, Qian, and Hua families." Hua Lu's voice broke the silence of the night. She paused and continued, "In fact, the entire Baifeng Village was once privately owned by the Zhao family. Therefore, the village chiefs of all generations have been from the Zhao family."

Tang Yin nodded thoughtfully, and then asked: "In other words, this is your land, Hualu?" "Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh..." Hualu suddenly made a series of meaningless sounds, which made Tang Yin confused for a moment.

"...Ah, sorry, I shouldn't call you so intimately." Tang Yin then realized that it was rude of him to call her by her name.

Hualu lowered her head, the moonlight casting tiny shadows on the tips of her hair. "...No, it's nothing. This land is indeed mine." Her voice gradually calmed down. "Until a while ago, there were people living here peacefully."

The air suddenly grew heavy. Tang Yin asked softly, "Is he dead now?"

"Yes, he died of old age." Hua Lu's tone was calm, but it made Tang Yin's heart tremble. In this strange and mysterious village, being able to peacefully complete his final journey was perhaps a rare blessing.

"...Do you mind? The room has been cleaned up." There was a hint of temptation in Hualu's voice.

Tang Yin struggled internally. To say he didn't mind would be a lie; after all, this place had once been the home of the deceased. But given his current situation, he couldn't seem to be too picky. "Let's just take a look," he thought to himself.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, the scene inside gradually became clear. Although the interior decoration was shabby and the wood surface was covered with scars left by time, the entire room was surprisingly clean and tidy. There was no pile of garbage and no trace of dust.

The straw mat on the floor looked brand new, though Tang Yin thought it would be best to replace it. He carefully examined the floor and was relieved to find that there were no strange humanoid marks that often appeared in horror movies.

Although the house lacked any daily necessities, necessities like bedding should be borrowed. Looking at the room that would soon become his temporary home, Tang Yin felt a complex and subtle emotion. Moonlight streamed in through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows on the floor, as if telling the story of this little house's past.

Tang Yin stood in the dim moonlight in the simple wooden house, his eyes sweeping across the mottled walls as he pondered the most basic of life questions: "As for taking a bath..."

Hualu stood by the door, the moonlight filtering through the window lattice casting subtle shadows on her fair face. She replied softly, "...I think the gas station has been disconnected."

"That's not good. It will be troublesome if fog comes." Tang Yin frowned. In this strange village, keeping clean seemed to be a problem.

Hualu tilted her head, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall. She pointed to the corner: "...Where is the water? There is a bucket there. Just draw some well water and wipe your body clean." Her voice was soft and a little uncertain.

"Is this all right?" Tang Yin asked in surprise. Accustomed to modern life, he found it difficult to accept such a primitive way of cleaning.

"Well, I heard that Baifengzhuang didn't have the habit of taking baths in the past." There was a hint of nostalgia in Hualu's voice.

Tang Yin suddenly realized: "...Ah, that's right, after all, only a water field can be used to make a fire." This closed mountain village seems to still retain many ancient ways of life.

"That's it." Hua Lu nodded, her outline looking particularly soft under the moonlight.

Tang Yin pondered in his mind, and it seemed that his basic living needs had been solved. He turned to Hua Lu, his eyes filled with gratitude, "Can I really use this little room?"

Hualu's eyes lit up: "Well, it's worth all my cleaning work."

"...Hey, did you make this yourself?" Tang Yin looked around in surprise. No wonder the house was old but clean and tidy.

Hua Lu's expression suddenly grew serious. "...Purifying pollution is also one of the Hua family's missions." She paused, her voice lowering. "Besides, being physically active can also help change your mood."

"Are you worried about something?" Tang Yin asked subconsciously, then realized that he might have crossed the line.

Hualu fell silent, and the air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

"...Sorry, I spoke too much." Tang Yin apologized hurriedly.

"...It's okay, it's no big deal." Hualu shook her head. "Just a little uneasy about what's going to happen in the future."

She turned and looked out the window, her gaze piercing through the night sky, gazing at the deep canyon. No, rather than looking at the mountains, her gaze rested on the canyon itself, and the winding Divine River Valley.

Tang Yin stared at her profile and suddenly thought of a question: "...You just said that the Zhao family is the guardian of the warehouse. Are they still doing weather forecasts now?" Although this question may be a bit abrupt, he really couldn't suppress his curiosity.

Hualu's voice was tinged with mystery. "...Festivals are held in spring and autumn. They still perform sacrificial dances and chant prayers, praying for a good harvest." She continued, "I heard they imitate ancient rituals. Fortunately, there haven't been severe droughts or famines in a while."

"...I see. In a sense, this ritual can be said to be effective every time." Tang Yin said thoughtfully.

"Granny Rong knows a lot about this. If you ask her, she will definitely be very happy." Hua Lu suggested, with a hint of warmth in her eyes.

As the night deepened, Tang Yin checked the time: "...Okay, it's almost time, Hualu, I'm so grateful. I will repay your kindness."

"Oh no... No, I should thank you. It was your help that saved me from such an embarrassing accident before." Hua Lu suddenly became embarrassed, and her cheeks flushed.

Tang Yin's heart tightened. Could it be that she was still bothered by what happened before?
"...Although a lot has happened, please give me your guidance in the future. If you need any help, you can always come to me." He said sincerely.

"Mr. Tang Yin..." Hua Lu's voice was a little shy.

"Oh, by the way, I'm not a big shot, so don't be formal. Just call me by my name." Tang Yin said gently.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh." Hualu suddenly made a series of meaningless sounds.

"Tang Yin, no, no, Mr. Tang Yin, um, please call me whatever you want." She stammered, as if she was in some kind of confusion.

Tang Yin froze in place, wondering if he had accidentally triggered some unforeseen sign. Under the moonlight, Hua Lu's panicked appearance added a touch of warmth to this eerie night.

(End of this chapter)