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The night was deep, and within the assembly hall of Baifeng Village, candlelight flickered, reflecting the solemn or bewildered expressions on everyone's faces. Tang Yin stood in the center of the room, his gaze profound, his voice steady and low, peeling back layers of truth like unraveling silk.

"...In short, as long as we do this, we can reduce the number of humans," he said calmly, with an undeniable certainty.

Everyone held their breath, and the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Tang Yin slowly scanned the surroundings, his eyes landing on each person's face, as if scrutinizing or confirming something.

"Old Gao, Zhao Gang, and Qin Ming, who hold the power of speech, Qian Jin, whose position is delicate, Hualu, who calls herself Spider, and me, the Serpent's Blessed," he paused, gently tapping the table. "To the wolves, most humans are worth killing."

Zhao Gang frowned and said in a low voice, "So... if someone is poisoned..."

"The person responsible for cooking, Mrs. Chen Xiang, who is the only one who can be pinpointed as the target of poisoning, will definitely be suspected," Tang Yin said without a trace of emotion, as if merely stating an inevitable outcome.

The room was silent, with only the faint flickering of candlelight.

"Mrs. Chen Xiang, who calls herself Crow," he repeated softly, as if confirming a fact that had been overlooked.

Zhao Gang's face turned slightly pale, and his voice was low: "...Then, the reason you were almost poisoned was..."

Tang Yin glanced at him, a faint, ironic smile playing on his lips: "Just a coincidence."

He paused and continued, "However, because I had just revealed my identity as the Serpent, the effect of this tactic was multiplied."

The air seemed to grow colder, and everyone's expression became solemn in unison.

"If I had really been poisoned, the wolf would definitely not have attacked Mrs. Chen Xiang last night, but would have had her hanged at this time today," Tang Yin's tone was frighteningly calm, as if describing a trivial game of chess.

He paused for a moment, his eyes sweeping over everyone, their silence being the best answer.

"But as a result, not only did I not die, but Hualu also..." He narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice low, "...gained everyone's trust through her 'cannot die' power."

Hualu stood in the shadows, her expression unchanged, only her fingertips tightened slightly, as if suppressing something.

"Moreover, Hualu would definitely protect me through the Spider's Blessing, which means the wolf couldn't kill me last night either," Tang Yin sighed softly, his tone tinged with mockery. "The wolf should have considered killing Hualu as well, but, as she proved before, her situation in Baifeng Village is extremely difficult."

Wang Lina's fingers clenched the hem of her clothes, her eyes trembling slightly, as if she had thought of something.

"If they had to choose between hanging Wang Lina and Hualu, the one who would be hanged would definitely be Hualu," Tang Yin's voice was low, but carried a certain irrefutable logic.

"So, it would be better to hang Hualu during the day," he smiled slightly, his eyes bright, calm, and sharp. "Then, the target becomes the Crow's Blessed—Mrs. Chen Xiang."

Zhao Gang's face changed completely. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

"Let's temporarily ignore whether the priority here is appropriate," Tang Yin slowly raised his head, his eyes as deep as the night. "But for the two of them, even thinking that way is normal."

Silence reigned.

As the candlelight flickered, the shadows of the people swayed on the walls, like a silent judgment.

The candlelight flickered slightly, reflecting the solemn or uneasy expressions on everyone's faces. The air seemed to freeze, tense and suffocating.

Tang Yin's eyes slowly swept over everyone, his voice steady and calm: "Alright... let's get back to the main topic."

He paused, his tone low but every word like a knife's edge: "As long as the number of people killed exceeds the limit, they will be corrupted."

Tong Xiaoliang stood in the shadows, the smile on his face still frivolous, but his fingertips tightened slightly, as if subconsciously defending himself. Tang Yin didn't give him a chance to breathe and continued: "In other words, Tong Xiaoliang, you poisoned them with the awareness of being corrupted."

Everyone held their breath, their eyes locked on Tong Xiaoliang. But he just smiled lightly, tilted his head, and said lazily, "Oh my, Uncle Tang, aren't you being too arbitrary?"

Tang Yin ignored his sophistry, his voice still calm: "She couldn't have known that once someone was poisoned, with his status as a discarded heir of the Qian family, he would definitely attract suspicion."

He paused slightly, his eyes deep as an abyss: "...It is almost impossible for the wolves to all survive. Even pretending to be Blessed is useless; they will be hanged sooner or later."

Candlelight flickered, reflecting the faint smile on Tong Xiaoliang's face. He lowered his eyes, like a spectator watching a play, but his nails dug deeply into his palms, revealing a hint of suppressed tension.

"However, for some reason, they are unexpectedly united," Tang Yin continued, his tone steady but with hidden sharpness. "They can choose sacrifices, launch suicide attacks, pretend to be Blessed, or actively violate the rules."

His voice paused slightly, with a sharp inquiry: "Tong Xiaoliang is that kind of character."

Tong Xiaoliang's smile froze slightly.

"In other words, he is prepared to be hanged because of Mrs. Chen Xiang's last words," Tang Yin slowly concluded, his eyes like torches.

The air was as suffocating as the calm before a storm, and everyone's nerves were stretched taut.

"However," Tang Yin's lips curled into a sneer, "if Hualu can be hanged today, they will kill me at night, plunging the banquet into chaos, and perhaps they will have a chance to survive."

Tong Xiaoliang blinked lightly, as if he had finally found a breakthrough, and chuckled: "Uncle Tang, it's all just your one-sided story~"

His tone was light, but a dark emotion was hidden in the depths of his pupils. "Who can guarantee that you and Sister Hualu aren't the wolves?"

Tang Yin narrowed his eyes, sneering in his heart—they had exhausted their tricks.

"And..." Tong Xiaoliang shrugged, his tone casual, "Maybe Mrs. Chen Xiang's finger gesture has other interpretations?"

"—Xiaoliang, enough."

Wang Lina's voice broke the silence.

Tong Xiaoliang was slightly stunned and turned his gaze to her.

Her eyes were complex, filled with exhaustion and a hint of... liberation.

"It's too tormenting," she said with a wry smile, her voice hoarse.

Tong Xiaoliang was silent for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a meaningful smile: "Then..."

Wang Lina slowly raised her head, her lips trembling slightly, and then—her eyes suddenly sharpened, her tone cold and resolute: "Let's start a massacre!"

The air froze like an explosion at that moment.

Everyone's pupils contracted slightly, and their hearts skipped a beat.

Everyone was genuinely expecting it, right? After exposing the wolves' identities and conspiracies, the wolves would surrender and admit defeat.

They shouldn't resort to desperate struggles or even attack humans, right?

They shouldn't attack humans in public, right—?

The air seemed to be frozen, and everyone was immersed in the illusion that the ending was about to arrive.

Who would have thought that Wang Lina had even prepared a gun?

Tang Yin's pupils shrank sharply, and his heart felt as if it had been clenched tightly. In that instant, he realized he had made a fatal mistake—he had too much faith in logic, too much faith in the wolves' survival instincts, but he had ignored that a beast truly driven to desperation would choose to perish together.

The first gunshot exploded!

The buckshot erupted, sweeping across the lower seating area, and the killing intent swept through the entire room like an invisible tide.

"—Zhao Gang!"

Tang Yin's exclamation caught in his throat.

Zhao Gang's body lunged forward, instantly blocking the incoming barrage. That body, which had always been like cast iron, was now as fragile as paper, torn apart, pierced through, and torn out with large pieces of flesh!

Blood splattered in a horrifying arc, and the warm liquid splashed on Tang Yin's cheeks, carrying a sickeningly sweet smell.

The corners of Wang Lina's mouth slowly rose, her eyes filled with insane excitement. She chuckled, then burst into wild laughter: "Ahahaha—"

Her laughter was shrill and twisted, like the revelry of a ghost from the depths of hell.

The second gunshot followed closely!

The muzzle spat flames, and the bullet was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, aimed directly at Old Gao—

He roared and punched Tong Xiaoliang, but was met with a merciless bullet.

"Bang!"

Old Gao's face was instantly blown away, and he fell backward like a broken puppet, blood and minced meat splattering everywhere.

Tong Xiaoliang gently blew on the muzzle, his eyes frighteningly cold: "Next—"

Tang Yin's ears were ringing, and his blood seemed to be frozen. Through the blood mist, he saw a pair of eyes as sharp as those of a raptor—

Qin Yi!

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"—Run away—"

Qin Yi's roar tore through the air, like a desperate cry!

Wang Lina suddenly raised her gun, the dark muzzle aimed at Qin Yi, who was rushing towards her.

Tong Xiaoliang also turned around almost at the same instant, his gun locked on the same target—

However, the dying Old Gao, in his last moment, suddenly threw a punch, hitting Tong Xiaoliang hard!

"Ugh!"

Tong Xiaoliang's body slammed into the table, and the muzzle shifted slightly for a moment.

Tang Yin stared blankly at everything, his ears filled only with the sound of boiling blood.

"Qian Jin! Tang Yin!"

Zhao Gang's voice, through the surging chaos, forced its way into Tang Yin's brain.

He was already lying in a pool of blood, his face pale, but his eyes were still firm: "—The rest is up to you."

Those words finally brought Tang Yin back from his shock.

Qian Jin also suddenly came to his senses, a hint of desperate desire for survival flashing in his eyes.

Tang Yin grabbed Hualu and Xiao Mian's hands, and reached out to Qin Ming with the other: "Run!"

There was no way to confirm the result of the third gunshot, no way to think about whether the dead were still breathing—at this moment, all they could do was escape this slaughterhouse that was about to be washed in blood!

Tang Yin's position was near the exit.

He ran with all his might, and the moment he crossed the threshold—

"Bang!!!"

The fourth gunshot tore through the night again!

Unfortunately, there was no time to look back now!

The fog grew thicker, surging up the hillside like a tide, swallowing the remaining light. Tang Yin's breathing was rapid, and his heart beat like a drum in his ears. He ran with all his might, but the gunshots behind him were like the Grim Reaper's countdown, making him dare not stop.

"Hiss—!"

A short scream broke the night. Tang Yin turned his head sharply and saw Hualu stumble, falling heavily on the gravel road. A look of pain appeared on her face, and her palm scraped a bloody mark on the rough ground.

"Damn it..." Tang Yin's heart tightened, gritting his teeth and reaching out to pull her up, but the killing intent behind him was like a shadow, not giving him any chance to breathe.

There was no time to hesitate!

He bit his teeth hard, directly grabbed Hualu's arm, forcibly pulled her up, and continued to rush forward.

The next second, a figure chased up from behind. Qian Jin's face was pale, but his eyes were particularly firm. He pulled Qin Ming, rushed to Tang Yin's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

Without words, they had already formed a tacit understanding.

Qian Jin decisively bent down, picked up Hualu, and ran away. Tang Yin also learned from his actions, picking up Xiao Mian with one hand and pulling up Qin Ming, who was still in shock, and ran wildly!

The fog grew thicker, as if a giant beast was swallowing their vision. The gravel under their feet was loose, and they were running almost by instinct, rushing up the winding mountain road.

The wind whistled in their ears, their chests heaved violently, and their legs were burning with pain, but no one dared to stop. Death was chasing closely behind them, and any hesitation would make them the next corpse to fall.

"—It's okay, let me run myself!"

After running for an unknown amount of time, Qin Ming finally shouted, panting.

Tang Yin immediately released his hand upon hearing this. Qin Ming staggered, but quickly stabilized his steps and continued to rush forward.

"Where are we running to now!" Tang Yin roared, his voice echoing in the fog.

"The Qian Corporation's base!" Qin Ming gritted his teeth and said, "That's the safest building in Hidden Mist Village!"

Tang Yin's heart shook, and he realized Qian Jin's intention—he should have taken Hualu to the base. If they could meet there, maybe there would really be a glimmer of hope...

However, at this moment—

"Ah ha."

A low laugh, like a poisonous snake, coiled around his ears.

Tang Yin's pupils shrank sharply, and he instinctively bent over!

"Bang—!"

The gunshot exploded, the bullet tore through the air, bringing a scorching gust of wind, and whistled past the top of his head!

Too close!

Tang Yin's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and his heart almost stopped beating.

He rolled to the side, quickly raised his head, and finally saw the figure slowly raising the gun through the mist—

Wang Lina!

The corners of her mouth were raised in a crazy smile, her eyes were cold, as if she had already regarded them as prey destined to die.

"Sister Lina!! Why!!"

Qin Ming's roar erupted in the night, deafening!

His voice was full of anger and disbelief, as if he didn't want to believe the facts before his eyes.

Wang Lina did not answer, only the muzzle in her hand, still firmly locked on their direction.

Tang Yin knew that this shot was just the beginning.

They had nowhere to escape.