Everyone's expression changed.
Vampires?
Were they like the ones in legends?
Afraid of garlic?
Afraid of silver?
Could they live forever without aging?
Yang Yong's mind wandered despite himself.
Wang Ying asked directly, "Has your analytical ability recovered?"
Cao Xianming shook his head, his expression darkening slightly. "No."
"I've tried over the past few days. Whenever I use an ability beyond a first-tier Sequence, an eye appears in my mind."
"Just one look makes my blood surge and leaves me wanting to cough up blood."
Everyone fell silent.
Zheng Xiaofeng scratched his head and said in a deep, muffled voice, "I-I'll do whatever you say."
"If you say fight, I'll fight."
Cao Xianming concluded, "From our current position, we're still three days away from the Wild Wolf Gang."
"For the next three days, everyone needs to stay in peak condition."
"I'll keep gathering all the information I can on the Wild Wolf Gang."
"Meeting adjourned."
The tent flap was pulled open.
Sunlight spilled inside.
Yang Yong walked out of the tent, the back of his left hand warming slightly.
That strange eye blinked softly.
In the distance, the mountain forest lay deep and secluded, with gusts of chilling wind.
An ambush against the Wild Wolf Gang was quietly taking shape.
And the mysterious eye on the back of his hand, the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace inside him, the White Bone Ring in his hand, and his newly awakened Eye Aperture...
All these unknowns waited quietly in the darkness to erupt.
Over the following days, Cao Xianming practically racked his brains dry.
He had to make up stories for the iPad that loved melodramatic romances while frantically gathering information about the outside world.
But as he sorted through that information, a report surfaced that instantly darkened his expression-
The Wild Wolf Gang's