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

Chapter 587 Hua Lu and Wang Lina's Shura Field
The sun was setting, its afterglow casting a shadow over the square of the Hidden Mist Village, tinting the quiet world with a warm orange-red hue. Tang Yin was standing in front of the small cafeteria, lost in thought as he gazed at the distant mountains, when he suddenly heard a clear voice calling out to him.

"Brother Tang Yin!" Xiao Mei's tender voice broke the evening's tranquility. She came bounding towards them, her two pigtails drawing cheerful arcs in the air as she moved.

Not far behind her, Hualu followed slowly. The girl was dressed in an elegant kimono, its hem swaying gently in the breeze. She was enveloped in the soft glow of the setting sun, seemingly gilded. Her head was slightly lowered, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow across her face.

"Ah... Tang Yin, thank you for your hard work." Hua Lu said softly, her voice gentle and reserved.

"I'm in good spirits." Tang Yin responded with a smile, his eyes inadvertently sweeping across the girl's slightly pale face.

Hualu raised her head, a hint of hesitation flashing in her clear eyes: "Reliable... I want to go to the grassy area below to take a look before dinner."

This sentence reminded Tang Yin of something. The last time he was repairing his car in the square, he had indeed not noticed them going to the grass. This detail flashed through his mind at this moment.

"Is there any grass down there?" Tang Yin couldn't help but ask curiously.

"...Well, actually, it should be called a cemetery." Hua Lu's voice suddenly became softer, as if she was talking about a topic that she didn't want to touch upon.

"The cemetery...is there anything there?" Tang Yin observed the changes in the girl's expression.

Hualu was silent, her slender fingers unconsciously grasping the corner of her kimono.

"...Ah, so, Hualu, your clothes have a bit of Buddhist style. Are you going to make an offering?" Tang Yin shifted the focus of the topic at the right time.

"...Well, the Hualu family is also a funeral home. Maybe there are Buddhist elements in the funeral." The girl spoke slowly, with an inexplicable loneliness in her tone.

Xia Hui's interpretation surfaced in Tang Yin's mind - a maid in the bedroom, guarding the dream. This identity also seemed to imply eternal sleep and the deep meaning of guarding the dreams of the dead.

"The Hualu family has fallen on hard times and can no longer shoulder all the responsibilities, so many tasks have been handed over to the Zhao family." Hualu continued, with a hint of helplessness in her voice.

"Have you been offering sacrifices to that cemetery since moving to Kirigakure Village?" Tang Yin asked tentatively.

"This is my own will. But, now..." Hua Lu's words stopped abruptly, and a hint of uneasiness flashed in her eyes.

"what happened?"

"I'm a little concerned." She turned her head to look in the direction of the Divine Valley, her frail figure looking particularly thin in the setting sun.

Tang Yin's heart skipped a beat. Could she possibly be sensing the signs of fog? It was said that some people with keen senses could indeed predict celestial changes through changes in air pressure and humidity.

"What's going to happen?" he asked softly.

"...It's nothing, it must be an illusion." Hualu shook her head and leaned gently against the pillar of the well. It seemed that she had changed her mind this time and was not going to go to the grass.

Xiao Mei seemed uninterested in the adults' conversation. She squatted at Hualu's feet, intently playing with a small stone she had picked up from somewhere. The setting sun cast a warm hue on her innocent smile, but it made Hualu's profile look even colder.

In the distance, the outlines of the mountains began to blur against the dusky skyline. A cool evening breeze swept across the square, bringing a subtle chill.

In the square, Xiao Mei was happily chasing her own shadow, her skirt fluttering with her brisk steps. Tang Yin watched this scene and couldn't help but smile gently, "This child is really energetic."

Hua Lu's eyes softened a little, and she said softly: "Well, she got lost in the Divine Valley. Everyone was afraid of her. Fortunately, this child is so cheerful." There was a hint of imperceptible pity in her tone.

"...How did she get lost on the mountain road alone?" Tang Yin frowned, his intuition told him that things were not that simple.

Hualu's voice suddenly became extremely gentle, as if she was telling an unbearable truth: "Perhaps her parents took her to the mountains to commit suicide, and then she escaped alone."

This answer shocked Tang Yin. He remembered Zhao Gang's words: many people indeed chose to end their lives here. The gloomy valley seemed like a giant altar, devouring desperate souls one after another.

"But why did you—" Tang Yin was about to ask why he took her in, but the words suddenly stopped. A thought flashed through his mind like lightning—purify the pollution.

Is this the duty she was given? This thought caused Tang Yin to feel an uncontrollable rage. But who could he vent this anger to? The people of Kirigakure who viewed Xiao Mei as a pollution? Or these deeply ingrained customs and superstitions? Or even those who were Xiao Mei's guardians?
At this moment, Xiao Mee's clear childish voice suddenly rang out: "Spin and spin~ Shine and shine~ Until the sky clears!" She sang while spinning in circles, her voice innocent and childlike, but inexplicably made people feel a little uneasy.

"It's really a novel song. I also heard it when the radio was playing in Baifengzhuang." Tang Yin said, recalling that the first time he heard this song was when he stood here last time.

Hualu's eyes grew deeper. "This ballad praises the mountain that gave birth to us... The incarnation of Qianming Shen is an ancient ballad about the teachings left by His Majesty Qianming Shen."

Tang Yin remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

"The guardian beasts of the Thousand Bright Gods are one snake, two monkeys, three crows, and four spiders." Hua Lu began to sing softly. Her voice was clear and melodious, yet it carried a hint of indescribable beauty.

"If the evening mist rises, a wild feast is about to begin. Raccoon dogs carry meat from wild animals and run around looking east and west." The singing voice floated over the square and spread to the distance with the rising evening breeze.

Tang Yin held his breath and listened, feeling that every note struck his heart clearly.

"Unclean people will return to the underworld." Hualu continued to sing, and her voice suddenly turned low.

"This world cannot tolerate people from the underworld." The singing became increasingly gloomy, as if it came from a whisper in the depths of hell.

"One person a day, the punishment is hanging." There was a hint of sadness in Hualu's voice, as if she was telling an ancient and bloody prophecy.

At this moment, a gloomy female voice suddenly sounded beside Tang Yin's ears, causing him to tremble all over.

"Until the weather clears up."

The moment he looked in the direction of the sound, Tang Yin felt his heart nearly stop. The afterglow of the setting sun spread a blood-red hue across the sky, and Wang Lina, standing behind him, was completely drenched in this crimson.

But it wasn't just the reflection of the setting sun—her entire body, from her collar to her trouser legs, even her usually clean hands, was stained with shocking blood. Dark red stains spread across her white blouse like enchanting flowers.

"...Thank you for your hard work." Hua Lu's voice remained calm, as if the scene before her was nothing out of the ordinary.

Wang Lina raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, but accidentally rubbed more blood on it. "I'm so tired..." Her voice was full of fatigue.

Tang Yin opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words. His mind raced, trying to comprehend the surreal scene before him. "...Wang Lina, what's wrong with you?" He finally found his voice, trying to keep it steady.

"...Ah, sorry, are you scared?" Wang Lina tilted her head and smiled innocently. This smile formed a sharp contrast with the bloodstains on her body, which made people shudder.

Hua Lu's eyes swept over Wang Lina, with a look of understanding in her eyes, "You dismembered the beast, didn't you?"

"That's right. Old Gao Zhijie caught a big one this morning. The tendons and bones are very difficult to handle." Wang Lina replied casually, as if she were discussing the weather. Tang Yin then remembered that Zhao Gang had indeed mentioned asking Wang Lina to help Gao Zhijie. "That's amazing, Wang Lina! Can you dismember a beast?" Tang Yin tried to make the conversation sound natural, even though his voice still trembled slightly.

Wang Lina scratched her head embarrassedly, "Well, ha, practice makes perfect." Her movements caused a few drops of blood to drip from the ends of her hair.

"Come to think of it, there's blood all over your clothes." Tang Yin couldn't help but point out this obvious fact.

"...I didn't expect that at first, it was just that my hand slipped this time." Wang Lina looked down at her clothes, with a hint of regret in her tone.

"Luckily I brought the same clothes with me, so it's okay." She said with a smile, but against the backdrop of the bloodstains, the smile seemed extremely strange, sending chills down one's spine.

"By the way, just call me Wang Lina. No need to be so formal." She suddenly suggested in a cheerful tone.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!" Hualu suddenly made a series of strange noises, startling the other two.

"Huh!? Was that flower dew just now!?" Wang Lina widened her eyes and looked at the flower dew in disbelief.

"No." Hua Lu denied it expressionlessly. This reaction made Tang Yin secretly complain in his heart - she actually said no.

"Then Wang Lina, you can also call me Tang Yin. There's no need to be so polite." Tang Yin decided to continue the conversation.

Wang Lina's eyes lit up, "Ah, is it really possible? Then Tang Yin, let's talk about your story while we eat later." Her tone was full of anticipation, as if she had completely forgotten her current bloody appearance.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!" Hua Lu burst into strange sounds again.

Tang Yin and Wang Lina stared at each other, speechless for a moment. The sun gradually set, dusk fell, and the air was filled with an inexplicable, eerie atmosphere. The cries of crows from the distant mountains added to the eerie atmosphere. Blood had already solidified on Wang Lina's clothes, glistening darkly in the twilight, like a distorted abstract painting.

"...By the way, is tonight's dinner also animal meat?" Tang Yin asked, as if suddenly realizing something, his eyes unconsciously glancing at the congealed bloodstains on Wang Lina's body. In the twilight, those dark red marks seemed to wriggle, giving people a chill.

Wang Lina's eyes lit up, like stars suddenly blooming in the night sky, "Of course! We'll have a big dinner tonight~" Her tone was filled with unconcealable excitement, and she gently patted her chest with her hands.

"That's great! I'm really looking forward to it, Hualu!" Tang Yin turned his head to look at Hualu who was standing beside him. The latter was looking at him with an unreadable look.

Hua Lu lowered her head slightly, her long bangs covering half of her face. "Mr. Tang Yin, please call me Xiaohua?" Her voice was as light as a feather, with a slight tremor, as if she had made a great decision to say this.

After stumbling out Tang Yin's name, Hua Lu seemed to have exhausted all her strength and fell into a strange silence. In the twilight, her slender figure seemed particularly lonely.

Wang Lina pursed her lips, hesitant to speak. Her gaze lingered on Tang Yin for a moment, as if she were contemplating something. Suddenly, a sly glint flashed in her eyes. "...Tang Yin, would you like to see a beast being dismembered? Using a large hunting knife to chop its flesh into tiny pieces?" Her tone held a hint of seduction, but in this bloody dusk, it gave people an indescribable sense of strangeness.

Hua Lu suddenly raised her head, "...Mr. Tang Yin." There was a hint of urgency in her voice.

"Yeah." Tang Yin responded and looked at her.

"Shall we go over there and take a look?" Hualu pointed to a shadow in the distance.

"Where?" Tang Yin looked in the direction of her finger.

"...cemetery..." Hua Lu's suggestion was like a gust of cold wind, making the temperature around her seem to drop a few degrees.

Wang Lina frowned, "Hey, Hualu, why did you take him to that meadow?" There was a hint of vigilance in her tone.

"...Wang Lina, it's you who issued this strange invitation to a blood feast. Even if it's the work of the Hidden Mist Village, don't forget that blood is connected with pollution." Hua Lu rarely spoke a long string of words, with worry in her voice.

Wang Lina suddenly showed a cunning smile, "Hualu, the sex you are thinking about is also very dirty?" Her words made Hualu's face turn red instantly.

"You, you, what nonsense are you talking about? I don't have that idea." Hua Lu waved her hands in panic, her usual calmness gone.

"Don't be shy, Hualu, you're just a reserved person, right?" Wang Lina continued to tease, with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"How is that possible!" Hua Lu's voice rose an octave.

"Don't worry, men like sexy girls the most!" Wang Lina's words made Hua Lu exclaim.

"Ahhhhh..." Hua Lu covered her face, as if trying to hide herself.

"What a pity! Even when it comes to sex, I am far better than you, Hualu!" Wang Lina announced proudly.

"How could it be? It's so cunning." Hualu muttered softly.

Tang Yin looked at the interaction between the two girls with a bewildered look on his face. "What are you talking about?"

At this moment, a childish voice suddenly interrupted the conversation, "Brother Tang Yin, are you popular?" Xiao Mee appeared in the square at some point, and her innocent eyes suddenly made the weird atmosphere a little more relaxed.

"What did you say?" Tang Yin was stunned by this sudden question.

"Xiao Mei, what are you talking about?" Hua Lu interrupted hurriedly.

"Ah, Hualu, are you giving up the competition? Then I won't be polite." Wang Lina seized the opportunity and cast a meaningful look at Tang Yin.

"There is such a good thing!" Tang Yin said excitedly.

Wang Lina took a step forward, her bloodstained skirt swaying gently in the breeze. "You're quite my type, Tang Yin. If you lived here, I'd have more things to look forward to when I go back to my hometown, right?" Her voice was as soft as honey sprinkled in the sunset.

"...Ah...Wang Lina, when you are not around...there are opportunities everywhere..." Hua Lu suddenly said such a meaningful sentence.

"No way!? That's not good!" Wang Lina exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, Tang Yin decisively changed the subject, "Xiao Mei, how about we play a running game?"

"Wow." Xiao Mee responded with cheers.

They chased and played in the square, their laughter echoing in the empty space. Tang Yin felt a sweet feeling in his heart. The feeling of being favored by girls was really a delight.

However, amidst this joyous atmosphere, a strange fog silently rose from the ground, like ghostly fingers, slowly creeping up every corner of the square. The fog seemed to hold some unknown secret, quietly brewing.

(End of this chapter)