Yang Yong watched as the Convoy Supervisor, Lao Zhang, added seasonings. Apart from the usual oil, salt, and such, he also took out a small bottle and quietly added something else to the large pot. It seemed to be a white powder.
Yang Yong held the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors in his hand, and a strange energy gathered around his eyes.
Then he saw it clearly. The bottle was labeled "Sleeping pills."
No matter how he looked at it, something was wrong.
Soon, the fish was cooked, and its aroma drifted throughout the camp.
The survivors lined up excitedly, but among the Transcendents, only Big Lunk Zheng Xiaofeng took a bowl over, helped himself to a large serving of fish soup, and started eating.
Among the others, neither Old Cao nor Wang Ying made a move.
Yang Yong knew there was something wrong with that pot of fish, so naturally, he would not touch it either. Instead, he took out a packet of instant noodles and slowly ate them with half a bottle of water.
Twenty minutes later, people in the convoy began yawning. Many were so sleepy they could not stand it and returned to their tents, where they fell fast asleep.
Even the Convoy Supervisor, Lao Zhang, and the Convoy Assistant, Xiao Ma, were the same.
Yang Yong was genuinely taken aback. Lao Zhang had added the sleeping pills, so why had he eaten the food himself?
What kind of bizarre stunt was this?
Only after the entire convoy had fallen completely silent did its captain, Cao Xianming, who had stayed out of sight all this time, appear.
The only three people in the entire convoy still awake were Old Cao, Wang Ying, and Yang Yong.
The three gathered together, and both Wang Ying and Yang Yong looked at Old Cao questioningly.
Old Cao kept writing and sketching in a notebook, seemingly calculating something.
Yang Yong said nothing and simply watched quietly, but Wang Ying asked outright, "What did you knock all the ordinary people out for?"
Old Cao said nothing and held the notebook out in front of them.
Yang Yong and Wang Ying looked. It was densely covered in all kinds of probabilities, the most conspicuous of which was:
Probability of being double-crossed when trading with the Drifting Convoy: 100%.
Next came:
Probability of being attacked by an Eerie if we leave directly: 100%.
More probabilities of every kind followed. For almost every way of escaping their current predicament, the probability of being attacked by an Eerie actually exceeded 80%.
Yet the probability of being attacked by an Eerie if they stayed where they were was only: 20%.
There was one final sentence: There was an Eerie in the Drifting Convoy!
From now until dawn tomorrow, stay in your own vehicles. No matter what you see or hear, do not make a sound!!!
After taking back his notebook, Old Cao walked straight to his Off-Road Vehicle, shut the door, and covered all the windows with things, sealing himself inside.
Seeing this,
Wang Ying also returned to her Off-Road Vehicle without looking back and did the same.
Although Yang Yong did not know why they were doing this, Wang Ying's unquestioning willingness to follow the instructions gave him confidence.
After all, she was the one who had followed Old Cao all the way from the outbreak of the Weird Apocalypse and survived until now.
Although Old Cao's Sequence had no combat abilities, when it came to finding a chance of survival, its ability was truly extraordinary.
Yang Yong also ran back to his Van, shut the door, and covered the windshield and all the windows with pieces of cardboard before sitting inside.
It was now almost evening.
Yang Yong sat silently. He did not know how much time had passed when a chill suddenly rose from the depths of his heart. He felt as though he had become prey under a predator's gaze.
Just then, the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors inside him released a warm current of energy that swiftly shattered that icy sensation.
Yang Yong seemed to hear a scream ring out beside his ear. Then an intensely icy sensation swept over him.
Two powerful energies appeared outside, seemingly contending with each other.
One was extremely cold, while the other was extremely savage.
A rustling sound came, like a snake-like creature probing for scents with its tongue.
Yang Yong's hair stood on end, and his heart pounded wildly. He clamped a hand over his mouth, even sticking his middle finger inside and biting down hard.
He was afraid he would make a sound!
Although he could not see outside clearly, he felt as though something enormous was watching him.
Outside, there was the sound of something heavy pressing across the ground. The Van rocked almost imperceptibly, as though something had bumped it.
Yang Yong kept his mouth tightly covered, not daring to make a sound.
Something enormous seemed to be passing through the middle of the entire camp.
Then piercing screams rang out.
"What is that?"
"How can something that huge exist!"
"How could something like a mythical creature appear in this world!"
Then came the sound of something heavy entering the water, the rapid strokes of oars, and all kinds of noise, one after another. A battle seemed to have broken out outside.
Amid the clamor came the voice of Li Min, captain of the Drifting Boat Fleet!
"Fuck, I miscalculated! This time it's a giant snake! This thing is territorial! It prioritizes targets that threaten it! Shut off the mimicry, quick-"
His roar stopped abruptly, as though an invisible hand had forcibly cut it off in his throat. Only half a cracked note trembled in the damp air, followed by a brief, muffled grunt, before everything fell utterly silent.
Almost simultaneously, a shrill whistle tore across the river!
The sound was so piercing it seemed about to slash through their eardrums. Yang Yong's heart clenched.
It was the boat at the very front of the fleet. It was probably charging forward at full power like mad now. Even through the vehicle's door, the sound of water churned up by its propeller made his ears ring, and even the Van's metal body buzzed along with it.
The next second, an immense force slammed into the side of the Van!
Clang...
The sharp screech of scraping metal was unbearably piercing. The vehicle lurched violently to one side, its tires letting out a shrill scream as they scraped across the ground.
Yang Yong's pupils abruptly contracted, and every hair on his body stood on end. He clung desperately to the overhead grab handle, his knuckles turning deathly white from the force of his grip and the veins in his arms throbbing.
Fortunately, the impact lasted only an instant. The Van rocked, then finally slammed heavily back onto the ground, its rear end skewed to one side. It narrowly avoided overturning.
Immediately afterward, boom...!
A deafening crash erupted-the sound of something heavy slamming hard against the water.
This was bad!
An image flashed through Yang Yong's mind.
A snake's tail that blotted out the sky, its scales gleaming a cold, hard blue-green in the dim daylight, swept down viciously toward the fleet's fragile wooden boats amid a towering, foul-smelling gale.
Just how thick was that tail?
It was probably even thicker than the boats!
With a strike like that, the wooden boats probably wouldn't even have a chance to struggle. They would be smashed straight into pieces!
A possibility occurred to him!
Yang Yong's Adam's apple bobbed hard. A chill shot up his spine to the crown of his head, and he suddenly understood the line circled in red in Old Cao's notebook-100% probability of being double-crossed.
There was definitely a Transcendent Sequence capable of mimicking an Eerie's aura hidden within the Drifting Boat Fleet!
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