diskusbooks #617 - Chapter 617
#617 - Chapter 617
Has Xiao Liang already found out?
Tang Yin's gaze quietly swept over Tong Xiaoliang, who was nonchalantly blowing on his hot tea, his eyes seeming to pierce through a person's skin at any moment, reaching deep into their heart.
**Whether he's human or a wolf, he must have already discovered that I'm a Guardian, right?**
A wave of anxiety washed over Tang Yin, but he still maintained his superficial composure.
He didn't speak, and even deliberately slowed his breathing.
How did this kid figure it out?
Tang Yin's gaze inadvertently shifted to Wang Lina.
She didn't let Tong Xiaoliang come upstairs alone just now… does this mean she also discovered Tong Xiaoliang's danger?
This seemingly carefree teenager is probably more difficult to deal with than anyone else.
Perhaps Tang Yin should check his identity.
…Damn it, this headache is terrible.
Just as Tang Yin was lost in thought, faint footsteps came from the stairs.
The Qin family's three members finally came downstairs.
Qin Ming walked in front, his expression as calm as usual, but his brow was slightly furrowed, as if he had something on his mind.
Chen Xiang followed closely behind, her face showing a hint of fatigue, but her eyes seemed gentle; while Qin Yi lowered his head, his lips tightly pursed, his whole body filled with suppressed emotions.
The three silently walked back to their seats, without saying a word.
Tang Yin's gaze fell on Qin Yi.
This young man, who usually had a cynical look, now had a serious face, and at first glance, he actually resembled Qin Ming somewhat—no wonder they are brothers.
…The atmosphere is too oppressive, I'll go make some dessert.
Chen Xiang broke the silence, her voice gentle, but with a hint of weary sigh.
After a moment, Chen Xiang brought out a snack that Tang Yin had never seen before—a bowl of steaming gray-brown paste, with a fragrant aroma.
What is this?
Tang Yin frowned and couldn't help but ask.
Ah, is it barley porridge? How nostalgic.
Wang Lina answered first, her tone with a hint of reminiscence.
Tang Yin took a spoonful and put it in his mouth, the taste was surprisingly sweet and moist, but the most prominent thing was the aroma—warm and rich, as if it could dispel all the coldness.
Xia Hui added in a low voice: "…This is roasted barley flour, food made by roasting barley flour and then adding hot water."
As the aroma filled the room, the tension between the people seemed to be diluted little by little.
The atmosphere slowly eased, and low conversations started again.
Unknowingly, time had slipped to five o'clock in the afternoon.
However, Zhao Gang still hadn't returned.
Tang Yin took the initiative to stay and help Chen Xiang wash the dishes, but was met with Qin Yi's undisguised hostility.
Don't stare at me like that.
Tang Yin sighed, dried a plate casually, his tone with helplessness.
I'm not going to make a move on a widow whose son is already in high school.
Chen Xiang was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently, turned around and patted Tang Yin on the shoulder: "Tang Yin, you should go back first today."
However, Qin Yi's tone was barbed: "Just fall headfirst into the paddy field."
Tang Yin didn't take it seriously, waved his hand: "Hahaha, goodbye."
After leaving, Tang Yin's mood didn't lighten.
He always felt that something was wrong… what exactly did this mother and son talk about upstairs today?
In the deep fog, the coldness grew stronger.
Tang Yin walked forward while thinking.
As the fog spread, Tang Yin had just stepped onto the path when he unexpectedly met three students.
Tong Xiaoliang stood in front, his hands in his pockets, smiling wantonly, as if he had expected Tang Yin to appear; Gao Mei stood aside with her arms folded, her face cold, her eyes complicated; Qin Ming stood silently at the end, his head slightly lowered, a hint of fatigue between his brows.
Ah, Uncle Tang, did you finish so early today?
Tong Xiaoliang spoke first, his tone light, as if he was chatting, but Tang Yin could feel his sharp eyes staring at him.
…Let's finish talking and go back earlier.
Gao Mei's tone was indifferent, as if she didn't want to say much.
Qin Ming stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Sorry, can I take up a little of your time?"
Tang Yin stopped and looked up at him: "Do you need something from me?"
Qin Ming nodded slightly, his tone very calm: "First of all, I must thank you."
He spoke briefly, but with sincerity.
Thank me?
Tang Yin raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised.
You stopped Qin Yi yesterday, right? He already told me.
Qin Ming looked directly at Tang Yin, his tone gentle, but his eyes seemed to be testing him.
Tang Yin shrugged and gave a helpless smile: "Oh, did he even tell you about this?"
It's nothing, don't mind it.
Qin Ming waved his hand, his brow furrowed, his tone with a little gratitude.
Thanks to what you said, he calmed down.
Although your way of expressing it was a bit… inappropriate.
I'm really sorry,
Tang Yin smiled, his tone with a hint of teasing.
In that situation, I couldn't think of any other words that could anger him.
I understand.
Qin Ming nodded, but his eyes became deeper.
What are you talking about?
Gao Mei stood aside and couldn't help but interject, her eyes full of doubt.
Is it a small yellow joke?
Tong Xiaoliang interjected, a smirk on his lips.
…Don't guess randomly,
Tang Yin sighed.
His straightforward nature is indeed quite good, but whether it's in the banquet or outside the banquet, he doesn't have a very clear position.
Yeah,
Qin Ming nodded, his tone with a hint of helplessness.
That's why I wanted to tell him to think before acting, but Mom…
What did she say?
Tang Yin asked, his tone with a hint of inquiry.
Qin Ming was silent for a moment, then shook his head, his voice lowered: "…She just said some nonsense, but it should be able to calm Qin Yi down."
**It seems he doesn't want to talk about this topic.**
Tang Yin thought to himself, so he didn't continue to ask, but changed the topic: "Well, in short, you guys just said these things at that time?"
That's it,
Qin Ming's tone was steady, but with a subtle alienation.
I hope you don't suspect us.
That's right!
Gao Mei suddenly interjected, raising her chin, her tone with a hint of provocation.
Brother wouldn't do bad things!
Instead, you are more suspicious!
Ha,
Tong Xiaoliang chuckled, his eyes fell on Tang Yin, his tone with a bit of teasing.
But in Uncle Tang's eyes, Xiaomei and I are also suspicious, right?
Tang Yin didn't answer, his eyes swept over a few people, a faint smile on his face, but his vigilance became higher and higher.
That's all I wanted to say.
Qin Ming interrupted their conversation.
His expression was very serious, as if he was deliberately drawing some boundaries.
What's the matter, it's me who is useless, I'm clearly an adult.
Tang Yin smiled wryly and ridiculed himself, his tone with helplessness, but his eyes thoughtfully swept over the people present.
Ha, now only Xiaomei's grandfather has the ability, there's no way around it, when the fog rises, everyone is powerless.
Tong Xiaoliang shrugged, his hands in his pockets, his tone casual, but with a hint of heaviness.
Tang Yin raised his eyebrows and looked at him sideways: "So you can also say such serious things."
Okay, let's go back.
Qin Ming interrupted the conversation between the two, his eyes calmly looked at Tang Yin, his tone with a meaningful reminder.
Tang Yin, be careful too.
Tang Yin nodded, just as he was about to say goodbye, he noticed a scorching gaze staring straight at him.
He turned his head and found Gao Mei standing in place, staring at him intently, her eyes as cold as if they could penetrate the thick fog.
Already tried, what does it mean?
Gao Mei suddenly opened her mouth, her tone calm, but it made people feel a sense of oppression.
Tang Yin was slightly stunned, and the alarm bells rang in his heart.
What is she talking about? Tried it?
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he suddenly realized—could it be the lines he used to fool Qin Yi last night?!
…Ah, that, did Xiaomei hear us talking next door yesterday?
Tang Yin tentatively opened his mouth, while trying to make himself appear more natural.
This would explain it, after all, Hualu also eavesdropped on that conversation last night.
However, Tong Xiaoliang smiled with interest, and asked in a light tone: "We three went back very early yesterday, did you go back alone to find him afterwards?"
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As soon as these words came out, Qin Ming and Tong Xiaoliang both showed puzzled expressions, obviously completely unaware.
Gao Mei did not respond, but just stood there silently, the atmosphere suddenly became subtle and tense.
…Xiaomei?
Tang Yin tentatively called again, with some anxiety.
However, the next second, he immediately regretted it.
The corners of Gao Mei's mouth suddenly curved strangely, like a smear of cold arc, her voice lowered a few degrees, with an unspeakable chill: "Is that so, so it's a rebirth? You've restarted several times, right?"
In an instant, Tang Yin's heart shrank suddenly, and cold sweat slid down his back.
His eyes were fixed on Gao Mei's face, that distorted smile was like the whisper of a demon, lingering in his ears.
…!
Qin Ming's face changed suddenly, and he sternly reprimanded: "Xiaomei!"
The next moment, Gao Mei's expression seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, and she returned to her usual cold appearance.
She blinked, tilted her head to look at Qin Ming, her tone with doubt: "…Oh, what's wrong?"
Qin Ming took a deep breath, stepped forward and took her hand, his tone gentle but unquestionable: "Let's go, let's go back together."
Wait, what was going on just now?
Tang Yin's face was gloomy, his eyes fixed on Gao Mei.
His intuition told him that the moment just now was definitely not an illusion.
Uncle Tang.
Tong Xiaoliang suddenly stood in front of Tang Yin, with his usual smile on his face, but his tone was a few degrees lower, with an undeniable force.
This is our secret, it shouldn't have anything to do with the banquet, don't get to the bottom of it, go back to sleep.
…What do you mean?
Tang Yin frowned, his voice low.
Are you talking about Xiaomei's appearance just now?
Tong Xiaoliang didn't answer, just approached his line of sight step by step, his smile unchanged, but it made people feel a sense of oppression.
The thick fog slowly spread between them, as if isolating all the truth.
During yesterday's banquet, Xiaomei suddenly became very strange, right?
Tang Yin's voice was low, as if he was talking to himself, but his eyes were straight on Tong Xiaoliang's face.
That's right, it was when Hualu mentioned the word "God".
Tang Yin clearly remembered Gao Mei's strange change at that moment, as if her entire expression was swallowed by some indescribable emotion.
Don't get to the bottom of it.
Tong Xiaoliang's tone was a little impatient, but he concealed it very well.
He raised his head and gave Tang Yin a meaningful smile: "Goodbye, Uncle Tang, cheer up tonight too~"
His action of turning and leaving was very casual, but this light sentence was like a bomb, accurately falling into Tang Yin's heart.
**Cheer up tonight too… Xiao Liang has indeed seen through my identity.**
Tang Yin stood in place, watching the three of them gradually disappear into the thick fog, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.
Who should I trust?
No, who is the normal person?
It's really complicated and bizarre.
A gentle voice sounded behind Tang Yin, interrupting his thoughts.
Tang Yin turned around sharply and saw Hualu standing in the fog, tilting her head to look at him, with a faint smile on her face.
It's you who is complicated and bizarre, right?
Tang Yin's tone sank, his brows slightly furrowed.
What are you doing here!?
You went home very late yesterday.
Hualu walked up gently, her eyes with a bit of concern.
I was worried that you wouldn't have time for the taboo.
Tang Yin was stunned for a moment, then felt a little dumbfounded: "So it's for this?"
Speaking of which,
Hualu's tone suddenly became thoughtful.
Gao Mei's illness doesn't seem to be completely cured yet.
Not completely cured yet?
Tang Yin keenly captured the key point of this sentence, and his eyes suddenly became serious.
…Well, Gao Mei had a mental illness when her parents died.
Hualu lowered her head, her voice lowered a little, as if she was recalling something she didn't want to mention.
Some people even said that she was possessed by the wolf god.
…Possessed by the wolf god?
Tang Yin's eyes narrowed slightly, his tone with a hint of surprise.
I've only heard of being possessed by a fox… but it's not impossible.
The wolf god will not possess humans.
Hualu raised her head, her tone very firm, her eyes with a complex emotion.
Is that so?
Tang Yin narrowed his eyes, his tone with a bit of hesitation.
I don't seem to understand very well…
Well, no, that, how should I put it,
Hualu paused, as if she was considering her words.
If this kind of thing happens frequently, it will be troublesome.
Her expression became a little dignified, and she said softly: "Whether it's the wolf god or other guardian beasts, they are close to the existence of gods.
Even the Yellow Spring Wolf, its godhood is at the same level."
Before summoning a great god to descend, a corresponding ritual must be prepared.
God will not possess people so easily.
Hualu's voice was soft, but with a kind of irresistible majesty.
Tang Yin nodded, thoughtfully.
So that's how it is, if those famous gods could possess humans at will, it would be strange…
He suddenly felt that although Hualu's words made sense, they seemed to hide some important information.
His eyes stayed on Hualu's face for a moment, without speaking, but he was secretly alert in his heart.
The fog was getting thicker, and all the truth seemed to be obscured behind layers of mist.