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"Qin Ming, run!"

Tang Yin roared back, his voice hoarse, filled with an unquestionable urgency.

But Qin Ming didn't move.

"Xiao Mie, shut up!"

The girl in his arms finally couldn't help it and burst into sobs.

Tang Yin's face changed, and he immediately freed his left hand to cover her mouth, forcibly suppressing her cries, but his pace didn't dare to falter for a moment as he continued to sprint forward.

The night was deep, and the fog swept through the entire mountain road like a tide, visibility almost approaching zero.

Tang Yin's heart pounded wildly, his ears filled with the sound of his own breathing, the wind, and… the chilling footsteps in the silence.

Where's Qin Ming? He should have caught up, right?

But behind him, there was no sound of his footsteps.

Tang Yin's heart sank.

"Let's end it here."

Qin Ming's voice came from the fog, carrying a hint of indescribable calmness.

What is he doing?!

Is he trying to… persuade Wang Lina?

Tang Yin turned his head sharply, but only saw a blurry silhouette.

"—I've always… liked you a lot."

Qin Ming's voice trembled slightly, but it was incredibly sincere.

However, Wang Lina's response was just four cold words—

"What's it to me."

"Bang—!"

The gunshot exploded, shaking the entire night.

Tang Yin's pupils shrank sharply, his heart leaping fiercely.

"呜呜呜…" Xiao Mie's cries vibrated muffledly under his palm, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Just bear with it a little longer, Xiao Mie," Tang Yin said in a low voice, his throat so dry it felt like it was about to crack.

Damn it… is this really the end?

Before, Tang Yin never had a real concept of the power of firearms.

In this era, discussions about the lethality of bullets were varied, but now, he finally deeply understood one thing—

Guns can indeed kill with one shot.

"—Where are you, Tang Yin—"

Wang Lina's voice floated from the fog, carrying a morbid delight.

Tang Yin held his breath, took a turn, and quickly hid in the shadows near Granny Rong's house, his whole body pressed against the cold wall, his heart beating violently.

He needed to adjust his breathing, needed to calmly think about the next escape route.

…As long as he continued uphill, passed through the landslide construction site, he could reach the Qian Corporation's residence.

But… could he really succeed?

"Come out quickly."

Wang Lina's voice was closer, carrying a hint of teasing gentleness.

"I'm here to save you—"

She chuckled, and the next second, her tone suddenly changed: "—Just kidding."

"Click."

The unlocked front door was slowly pushed open.

Tang Yin's pupils shrank sharply, his fingers clenched, and cold sweat slid down his neck.

He had clearly run with all his might, but she… still caught up.

As a local, her foot strength and familiarity with the terrain far exceeded Tang Yin's imagination.

She was like a beast hunting.

Xiao Mie held her mouth tightly, her shoulders heaving violently, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Her body was curled up into a ball, her fingertips turning white from the force, desperately suppressing her scream that was on the verge of losing control.

Just hold on… just hold on a little longer.

She staggered into the house, her figure disappearing behind the door.

Tang Yin pressed himself against the wall, held his breath, and silently counted the time.

One, two, three, four, five.

He slowly tiptoed, gently retreating, as if the slightest carelessness would startle the beast lurking in the darkness.

She shouldn't… have chased after him, right?

The dense fog swallowed the distant scenery, and also swallowed his unease.

Tang Yin slowly descended along the hillside, returning to the plaza, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

The plaza was empty at this moment, suffocatingly silent.

He didn't stop, turned around to take a detour, and headed towards the Qian Corporation.

Xiao Mie's body was very light, but the long escape had pushed Tang Yin's stamina to its limit.

He adjusted his position, changed to carrying her on his back, and continued to maintain a tiptoe pace, trying not to make a sound.

…The final outcome seemed to be with Xiao Mie after all.

He smiled wryly, a few complex emotions floating in his heart.

Was this fate?

No, don't overthink it.

The most important thing now is to survive.

Keep moving forward.

—However, Tang Yin was still too naive.

A light, airy voice came from the depths of the fog.

"…So fun~"

Tang Yin's heart clenched, his footsteps stopping instantly, and he looked up sharply.

At the entrance of the Qian Corporation, there was a figure.

In the swirling fog, a young boy was squatting there, holding a stick-like object in his hand, gently fiddling with something.

"You're much more fun than when you were alive, Uncle."

That thing… was a corpse.

The person on the ground was completely unrecognizable, a bloody mess, twisted into a ball, as if they had been wantonly abused.

Blood spread across the ground, mixing with the moist soil, emitting a nauseating stench.

And that boy—

Tong Xiaoliang.

He had a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were terrifyingly empty, as if he was admiring a carefully crafted work of art.

He slowly stood up, gently flicked the shotgun in his hand, his gaze lingering on Tang Yin for a moment, then his smile deepened.

"So, next."

His voice carried undisguised joy, like a referee presiding over a game.

"The next one should be Uncle Tang standing over there, right?"

Tang Yin's breath caught, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

Was he a wolf, or…

No, no matter what, now was not the time to think.

Tong Xiaoliang tilted his head slightly, as if he had seen through all of Tang Yin's thoughts: "Ah, if you turn around and run now, Xiao Mie should get shot first, right? Uncle Tang, you wouldn't do that, would you?"

Tang Yin's footsteps froze.

Xiao Mie was still on his back, her hands gripping his collar tightly, her fingertips trembling slightly.

If he turned around and ran, he might have a chance of survival, but Xiao Mie…

Tong Xiaoliang's smile became even brighter, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"Why don't you just charge over here?"

His voice was light, with a hint of almost pleading request in his tone.

"Just like Old Gao and Uncle Qian, that would be more fun for me."

Tang Yin's fingertips tightened slightly, and all the nerves in his body were stretched to the limit.

He could clearly see Tong Xiaoliang's face, and in this deathly silent night, his expression was like a beast that had broken free from its shackles, finally revealing its true nature.

He no longer needed to hide.

The Tong Xiaoliang's pretense of ease in the second half of the banquet had completely collapsed.

As a wolf, he couldn't do as he pleased, he had to constantly lie, he had to hide his identity at all times.

But now, he no longer needed to pretend.

He finally… released himself.

Tang Yin's heart was beating almost uncontrollably, but his gaze was more calm than ever before.

He knew he only had one chance.

The corpses lay scattered on the ground, blood seeping into the soil, shrouded in the night mist, like a silent massacre ritual.

Qian Jin's body fell at the door, his posture twisted, a pool of blood slowly spreading beneath him.

But judging from the shattered muzzle of the gun and the traces of struggle, he had clearly not died without resistance.

He had fought.

Perhaps to buy time, perhaps to let Hua Lu escape.

At the last moment, he showed his courage and backbone.

However, Tong Xiaoliang just smiled lightly, like admiring an interesting toy, casually fiddling with the corpse.

"I don't like shooting people in the back, it's not fun shooting Sister Hua Lu's back at all~"

He stated the facts in a joking tone, as if it wasn't him who had just shot and killed someone, but some unimportant person.

Tang Yin's fists clenched, his nails digging deeply into his palms, his breathing rapid and heavy.

He knew he couldn't stop Tong Xiaoliang.

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But at least, he could make the final exchange.

"…Let Xiao Mie go."

Tong Xiaoliang's eyes flickered slightly, then he revealed a meaningful smile.

"That's not easy to do~ After all, to the Wolf God, she should be like the leader of the Yellow Spring people, right?"

He dragged out his tone, his eyes flashing with some kind of excitement, as if he was telling a joke that only he could understand.

"Forget it, if she voluntarily returns to the Yellow Springs, I'll let her go."

Tang Yin's heart sank.

Was Tong Xiaoliang… also bound by the curse of the Canon?

He took a deep breath, slowly put down Xiao Mie on his back, squatted down, and said in a low voice:

"…Run to the cliff below the hillside, and then climb down to the stream below, can you do it?"

Xiao Mie's eyes were wet, tears swirling in her eyes, her voice trembling: "Brother Tang Yin…呜呜呜…"

Tang Yin reached out and gently rubbed her hair, his voice gentle and firm.

"…Don't worry, everything will be fine."

He knew that as long as he died, everything would be reset.

Then… there would be a death rewind, right?

This was his only chance.

He raised his head, his eyes looking through the mist, staring directly at Tong Xiaoliang, his tone frighteningly calm:

"Go!"

Xiao Mie gritted her teeth, tears falling down her cheeks, and finally turned and ran down the hillside.

However—

"Just kidding~"

Tong Xiaoliang smiled lightly, raised his gun, and aimed at Xiao Mie's back without hesitation.

Tang Yin's pupils contracted sharply, and anger exploded in his chest in an instant.

This madman…!

What was he thinking?!

Was this his true nature? Or the Canon's distortion of him?

In the moment when his thoughts fell into chaos, Tang Yin's body had already reacted instinctively.

He lunged out!

"Bang—!"

The gunshot exploded, and the fire flashed in the mist.

The violent impact instantly tore through Tang Yin's nerves, his whole body feeling like it was pierced by countless hot needles, a burning pain sweeping through his limbs and bones.

He looked down and saw his clothes torn by shrapnel, blood quickly soaking through the fabric.

…Not dead?

Tang Yin gasped for breath, his consciousness gradually returning in the midst of the pain.

Was it the effect of the fog, or was the caliber of the bullet too small?

He barely raised his head and saw Tong Xiaoliang frown slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with the effect of the shot.

But the smile on his face was even stronger than before.

His whole body felt like it was being repeatedly stirred with a dull knife inserted into his flesh, the pain dense and dull, almost causing Tang Yin's consciousness to completely fall into darkness.

His legs were getting heavier and heavier, even standing steady became difficult, and the intense stinging pain crawled along his nerves, as if it wanted to dismantle his bones piece by piece.

Tong Xiaoliang stood not far away, the mist blurring his outline, but Tang Yin could still see that young but twisted face.

"What are you doing, Uncle Tang… Do you want to die to protect that child?"

"Uncle Tang, you have to play with me."

His tone was light, even with a hint of coquetry, but there was no smile in those eyes, only pure malice and excitement.

"Since you don't want to play with me, then turn into a corpse and play with me."

He raised his gun, the muzzle slowly aiming at Tang Yin's forehead.

Tang Yin was almost out of strength to even raise his hand to resist.

"—Do you want to break the agreement, Xiaoliang?"

The sudden voice broke the silence.

The mist churned, and a slender figure slowly emerged.

Tang Yin barely raised his head, his vision was already a little blurry, but he still clearly saw—

Tong Xiaoliang's body stiffened.

His face still carried that cruel smile, but the light in those eyes had completely gone out.

He was dead.

The wolf that walked out of the mist was holding not a gun, but a cold weapon.

Wang Lina.

She was holding a sharp kitchen knife in her hand, the blade deeply embedded in Tong Xiaoliang's head, blood slowly dripping down the handle, staining her pale fingers.

"I said, Tang Yin is my prey~"

Her tone was calm, even with a hint of carelessness, as if she had just completed an unimportant task.

Tong Xiaoliang's body maintained an upright posture, as if he hadn't realized that he was already dead.

Then, his knees softened, and he fell down like a puppet with its strings cut, splashing a patch of bright red blood.

Wang Lina didn't even look at him, just casually pulled out the kitchen knife, shook off the blood on the blade, and threw it away on the ground.

Tang Yin stared at her vigilantly, quickly calculating his chances of survival in his heart.

However, Wang Lina just smiled slightly, and slowly pulled out a brand new weapon from her sleeve.

This woman was full of weapons.

Tang Yin's heart sank.

He suddenly realized that his understanding of her was terribly lacking.

Wang Lina tilted her head, her long black hair slipping over her shoulders, her smile becoming more meaningful.

"Tang Yin, there's no one else here now."

Her voice was very light, but like a cold needle, it pierced straight into Tang Yin's nerves.

"Just the two of us in our own world, well, it feels just like this."

Her tone sounded a little bored, as if she had lost interest in the follow-up to this hunt.

Tang Yin's throat was terribly dry, his chest heaving violently, he didn't even know if he could last another minute.

Wang Lina narrowed her eyes slightly, "Can't even speak?"

He took a deep breath, "…Why?"

Wang Lina's eyes flickered slightly, and then a faint smile appeared.

"Ah, you can still talk? That's good, that's good."

Tang Yin's fingertips tightened slightly, his voice low and hoarse, "Why did you do this?"

Wang Lina looked at him quietly, "It's just something that can't be helped, I have to do it."

Her tone was still calm, as if stating an inevitable fact.

Tang Yin felt a dull pain in his chest, his eyes fixed on hers, "...I thought you weren't this kind of person."

Wang Lina didn't speak.

Tang Yin's voice was low and tired, "I don't understand what kind of rule or legend this is, but I always thought that no matter how terrifying it was, you would resist until the very last moment."

Wang Lina looked at him quietly, the smile on her lips gradually disappearing.