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

Chapter 592 The Number of Wolves
"Xia Hui, calm down!" Wang Lina rushed forward, trying to comfort the already collapsed Xia Hui. Her voice trembled, but she still tried to remain calm.

"How do you expect me to calm down?! Why? Why did it have to be like this?! This is just—ugh!" Xia Hui's hysterical cries were suddenly interrupted by a burst of retching. Whether it was the lack of oxygen from shouting too much, or from staring directly at the bloody corpse, she didn't even have time to cover her mouth before she doubled over and vomited violently. In the thick fog, her suffering figure looked particularly pitiful.

"We couldn't help but scream. Don't be ridiculous! How could we just be killed by a legend?" Zhao Gang clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. His young face was filled with anger and resentment.

"You already knew that?" Tang Yin suddenly turned to Zhao Gang, his eyes sharp. His voice was low and cold, as if it could penetrate the thick fog and reach people's hearts.

"Ah?" Zhao Gang was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't react.

"Did you know this would happen?" Tang Yin's face was filled with grief and indignation as he stared at Zhao Gang and demanded. Every word he spoke was like a sharp knife, piercing Zhao Gang's heart.

"I don't really know anything. It's just that there was a legend a long time ago that people would die if there was fog." There was a hint of bitterness in Zhao Gang's voice, and his eyes drifted towards the thick fog in the distance.

"That was an accident," Qian Jin suddenly interrupted, his voice clearly panicked. Cold sweat had already formed on his forehead, gleaming faintly in the morning light.

"I thought so too! I just believed the elder's explanation! It turned out to be all lies, hey!" Zhao Gang's voice suddenly rose, full of anger and questioning.

"What are you calling a lie! What do you mean by this? Um, do you want to say this is the resurrection of the wolf!?" Qian Jin's voice began to tremble and his face turned pale.

"Don't play dumb! Whether it's a monster or a god, how could it escape so easily?! It must be the elders who let the beasts attack us!!" Zhao Gang's roar echoed in the mountains.

"Stop talking, both of you." Hua Lu's voice, though gentle, carried an irresistible authority. She slowly pushed through the crowd of onlookers, gracefully approaching Zhou Zhengxiong's body and kneeling. The ends of her long hair brushed the bloodstained ground, yet she didn't appear at all disheveled.

"It's our fault that he didn't complete the banquet preparations. We should have treated our guests well." Hua Lu's voice was as soft as a breeze, yet it sent shivers down everyone's spine. Her eyes flickered with a strange light.

"At least we should let the guests embark on the road to the underworld peacefully." She continued, with an almost pious tenderness in her voice.

"Let me cleanse your pollution." As soon as the words fell, Hualu made an incredible move.

"W-what?" Tang Yin's eyes widened, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes. Hua Lu had actually brought her face close to the bloody pile of flesh. Thick fog swirled around her, as if drawing a curtain over this bizarre scene. Tang Yin felt his heart nearly stop, his throat constricted, unable to speak. This seemingly gentle woman's actions at this moment were terrifying.

"Get out of the way!" A sharp cry pierced the still air. Xia Hui rushed over like a gust of wind, interrupting Hua Lu's strange movements. Her eyes were red, her facial muscles twitching with extreme excitement, and her whole body exuded an aura of madness.

"Hey, what do you want to do? Don't move!" Zhao Gang subconsciously reached out to stop him, but Xia Hui reacted faster.

"Don't stop me!!" Xia Hui screamed hysterically, her expression terrifying, her voice filled with a chilling madness. This near-out-of-control state made everyone present, including Tang Yin, hesitate for a moment. She seized the opportunity and rushed towards Zhou Zhengxiong's body. Blood quickly stained her clothes, but she paid no attention, frantically searching among the shattered flesh.

“Absolutely, definitely there is!!” She muttered to herself as she searched, her voice trembling with a mixture of hope and despair.

Tang Yin watched her movements and suddenly understood something. "I'll help too!" he shouted, ignoring the blood on his clothes as he joined the search. Xia Hui didn't respond, but she didn't stop him either. Although she seemed to have lost her composure, Tang Yin could sense that her rationality was still somehow controlling the madness, preventing her from completely falling into the abyss of panic.

If it were Zhou Zhengxiong, he would definitely have that thing with him. Tang Yin thought as he carefully groped among the broken bodies. The thick fog still swirled around, adding a touch of eeriness to this strange scene.

"Tang, Tang Yin, what are you doing?" Wang Lina's voice was filled with obvious fear and confusion.

"Camera! If it's him, maybe he can capture some clues!" Tang Yin did not stop what he was doing and continued searching.

"Ah!" Wang Lina exclaimed, as if she finally understood their intention.

Tang Yin's fingers kept touching the shattered flesh, and the sensation reminded him of the previous death—the method of murder was exactly the same as before, the victim's body inexplicably mutilated, as if ravaged by some wild beast. Suddenly, his fingers touched something rough. Was it hair? This meant the head must be nearby.

"Don't let your imagination run wild." Tang Yin forced himself to concentrate. The camera should be hanging around his neck. If he continued groping in this direction, he would suddenly feel the touch of a belt.

"Found it!" Tang Yin shouted excitedly.

"Where is it?!" Xia Hui turned around immediately, her eyes flashing with anxiety. Tang Yin pulled hard, pulling a shattered high-end digital camera from the flesh and blood. The camera's casing was stained with blood, but Xia Hui seemed completely unconcerned. She snatched the camera and roughly cracked open the deformed casing.

"Monster—monster—how could it be—" Xia Hui trembled and spoke incomprehensibly while quickly removing the memory card. Then, she casually threw away the broken camera, turned, and rushed out of the crowd, disappearing into the thick fog.

"Wait, where are you going?! Ah, that's enough, Brother Gang, I'll leave the rest to you!" Wang Lina sighed and hurried after him. Everyone was left standing at the bloody scene, staring at each other, unsure of what to do. The thick fog continued to flow silently, as if mocking the people trapped in this dilemma.

The thick fog, like a giant curtain, slowly engulfed Wang Lina and Xia Hui. Those left standing silently at the bloody scene, a suffocating heaviness hanging in the air.

Qin Ming frowned, as if thinking about something. His young face was full of solemnity.

"Do you have any idea, Qin Ming?" Tong Xiaoliang asked softly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"It's not really a clue, but..." Qin Ming's voice was low, his eyes drifting towards the nearby mobile home, "There's no toilet in the mobile home."

"." Tang Yin's heart was shocked, and he instantly understood Qin Ming's hint. Yes, if you want to be convenient, you can only go out. For those who don't know the importance of pre-banquet preparations, this is the inevitable outcome. A deep sense of self-blame surged in his heart - if he had chosen to live in a mobile home by himself at the time. Zhou Zhengxiong's death was his fault to some extent. But now there is no time to regret. The thick fog was still flowing silently, as if mocking his regret. "." Hua Lu walked towards the corpse silently, but before she got close, Zhao Gang pressed her shoulder.

"You don't have to do this." There was an irresistible firmness in Zhao Gang's voice.

"But." Hua Lu hesitated to speak, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

"I don't want to rely on you inexplicable elders, nor do I want to be relied upon by you." Zhao Gang's tone was cold. "Things will only get worse from now on. Besides, the Hualu family is already in a difficult situation, right?" He paused, his voice softening slightly. "Just put your hands together, that's enough."

Zhao Gang's tone wasn't exactly calm, nor did he hint at any worry. Tang Yin didn't quite understand what he meant by "hardship," but he could sense that Zhao Gang was protecting Hua Lu in some way.

"I understand," Hualu replied softly, then clasped her hands together and began to pray. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips moved silently, as if she was saying some ancient prayer.

"Tsk." Qin Yi looked at Hua Lu coldly, a look of displeasure hanging from his face. Qian Jin, having missed his chance to show off, stood there, motionless like a statue, his eyes gazing blankly at the thick fog in the distance.

"Qin Yi, Xiao Liang, take everyone back, wash your hands and prepare for dinner." Zhao Gang's voice broke the silence.

"I understand." Qin Ming nodded and turned around first.

"Don't order me," Qin Yi muttered dissatisfiedly, but still caught up with the team.

"Sister Hualu, let's go." Tong Xiaoliang said gently.

"Qian Jin, let's go." Qin Ming turned around and glanced at Qian Jin who was still in a daze.

"I don't need you to lead the way." Qian Jin finally came back to his senses, a hint of unnaturalness flashed across his eyes, "Let's go, Hualu."

In the dense fog, the figures of the group gradually receded, leaving only the broken body lying quietly in the morning light. The bloody smell filled the air, intertwining with the mist to form a chilling scene. Tang Yin took one last look back at the scene, and an indescribable bitterness welled up in his heart. What happened this morning was probably just the beginning of a greater mystery.

"I'm sorry, Tang Yin." Zhao Gang's voice was apologetic, his gaze fixed on the shattered corpse. Morning light shone through the gloomy sky, casting mottled shadows on the bloodstained ground. Zhao Gang's hands trembled slightly, his face pale. Clearly, handling corpses was not his forte, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"It's nothing. Just leave it to me." Tang Yin took a deep breath, forcing himself to look directly at the horrific scene before him. He squatted down, trying to figure out the best way to carry the body. The smell of blood filled the air, mixed with the damp mist, making him nauseous. This suffocating feeling reminded Tang Yin of the first time he saw a corpse, but now there was no time for reminiscing.

The door panels of the mobile home refused to come off, and the rusted screws refused to budge. Desperate, the two men searched the construction site for a replacement. Construction debris piled high, with scattered wood and broken bricks scattered everywhere. Finally, they found a discarded plank that was still intact. Its surface was rough and uneven, with a few rusted nails still on its edges. The dark brown rust shone eerily in the morning light.

As they carefully lifted Zhou Zhengxiong's body onto the plank, Tang Yin noticed Zhao Gang's expression darken even further. The remains of the body stained the wood, and dark red blood slowly flowed along the grain, painting a chilling pattern on the ground. Tang Yin suppressed the churning in his stomach as he and Zhao Gang lifted the plank and walked towards the Divine River.

Thick fog drifted over the river, shrouding the dark waters like a hazy veil. The water exuded an inexplicable chill that seemed to penetrate deep into one's bones. With a dull "plop," the body sank into the water. This time, Tang Yin clearly heard the sound of the body falling into the water, a sound that was particularly harsh in the still morning air.

After a brief farewell to Zhao Gang, Tang Yin returned to his hut. Standing at the washstand, he carefully cleaned the blood from his body. Cold water dripped down his arms, but it couldn't wash away the lingering gloom in his heart. The mirror reflected his exhausted face, a hint of unspoken worry in his deep eye sockets.

When he returned to the square, he found that everyone had gathered near the cafeteria.

"Have you washed your hands?" Granny Rong stood hunched at the cafeteria entrance, concern glimmering in her cloudy eyes. Her face was even more haggard than usual, and the wrinkles beneath her eyes seemed to hold countless stories.

"Yes, they've been washed." Tang Yin showed his clean hands and tried to force a smile.

"You've worked so hard." Grandma Rong's tone had softened significantly, and a hint of kindness appeared on her weathered face. "Young people, eat more, otherwise you won't be able to hold on." There was a kind of foresighted warning in her voice.

"Okay, Grandma Rong, how about you?" Tang Yin noticed that the old woman's calloused hands were shaking slightly.

"I don't have much of an appetite." Granny Rong shook her head, her voice full of fatigue. Her skinny fingers twisted unconsciously, and her eyes wandered.

"If you can eat, try to eat as much as possible." Tang Yin comforted softly, although he understood that it would be difficult for anyone to eat peacefully in such a situation.

"Hmm," Granny Rong mumbled, then suddenly jolted, her gaze fixed on a nearby rock. The fear in her eyes made Tang Yin's heart tighten. Following her gaze, his breath instantly stopped.

"This is--" There were blood-stained marks on the stone wall, and three crooked spiral diamonds looked particularly strange in the morning light.

"There are three wolf gods." Granny Rong's voice was low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor. Every word seemed squeezed from the depths of her throat.

"What do you mean?" Tang Yin asked, even though his intuition had already sounded a danger alarm.

"I'll tell you when the time comes." Grandma Rong's answer was still ambiguous, but the worry in her eyes was real.

"I understand. See you later." Tang Yin suppressed the uneasiness surging in his heart and turned to leave. His mind raced—there were more people than last time. I heard the Wolf God had at most three men, but this time, an entire army was attacking? How was the number determined? There were so many differences from last time. So many questions swirled in his mind, but he couldn't find any answers.

(End of this chapter)