Cao Xianming glanced over everyone, the corners of his mouth curving into an imperceptible arc.
He seemed to thoroughly enjoy this sensation of shocking everyone.
Once he had his fill of the thrill, Cao Xianming flicked his fingertips, and the light screen suddenly transformed into a three-dimensional spatial model.
The model contained lakes and transparent walls; it was shockingly the exact region where they currently stood!
"This is a model of the new world we are currently in?"
Yang Yong blurted out, his face covered in astonishment.
"Right."
Cao Xianming was very satisfied with his reaction, smiling as he explained, "According to the model's deduction, this place is not a new world at all, but rather a small space, or to put it, an independent Small World."
"Its range is not large; perhaps we have already walked a third of it."
Cao Xianming's expression abruptly turned serious, "According to calculations, the nights in this world are extremely dangerous. Only by constantly moving can we avoid unknown eerie attacks! Daytime, on the other hand, is relatively safe."
"In the coming days, we must adjust our rest schedule, switching to resting during the day and driving to travel at night."
Before his voice even faded, the light screen transformed once more, clearly displaying three lines of bolded warning text on it:
Do not answer eerie words!
Do not do what the eerie says!
Do not let the eerie get into the vehicle!
Seeing the final line, Cao Xianming, Wang Ying, and Zheng Xiaofeng all three uniformly looked at Yang Yong.
The survivors in the motorcade had long since spread the word that last night, it was precisely Yang Yong who had outright killed the Red-Clothed Female Ghost.
Putting oneself in another's shoes, if it were them, let alone killing it, they might not even necessarily have escaped alive from under the hands of that eerie.
Yang Yong had previously stated that he belonged to the Artificer Sequence, and last night's battle undoubtedly proved his artificer capability, showing it was indeed of great use.
Wang Ying rubbed the long saber at her waist, her gaze burning as she stared fixedly at Yang Yong.
Among the few Transcendents in the motorcade, only she and Yang Yong used weapons. Furthermore, Yang Yong's ability to upgrade weapons happened to strike directly at her pain point.
The saber in Wang Ying's hand was the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber she had named herself.
This saber possessed a peculiar characteristic: no matter how severe the damage it sustained, as long as it was fed blood to drink every day, it could slowly repair itself back to normal.
Previously, during the battle against the Slit-Mouthed Woman, a section of the long saber had broken off, and that was how it had recovered.
Yet the shortcoming of this saber was equally fatal-it was not hard enough.
As long as it encountered a slightly stronger eerie, the blade would chip or even directly snap.
Wang Ying had worried about this for a long time, yet she could not bear to change sabers.
After all, this was a naturally born Curio with infinite growth potential.
In this Apocalypse, such a treasure was definitely hard to come by.
Now, Yang Yong's appearance allowed her to see hope.
"Yang Yong!"
Hearing the sound, Yang Yong raised his head, only to see that the open-and-aboveboard tomboy Wang Ying unexpectedly revealed a trace of awkward bashfulness.
He himself felt nothing of the sort and went straight to the point: "Provide your own materials, make a move once, ten bags of rice, no bargaining!"
"Are you crazy? So expensive?"
Before Wang Ying could speak, Cao Xianming right beside her was the first to blow his top, unleashing a barrage on Yang Yong before finally forgetting to remind him of one thing.
"Wang Ying saved your life previously!"
Yang Yong's expression stiffened.
He was not someone who forgot debts of gratitude, so after a brief moment of contemplation, he straightforwardly and decisively said, "Sister Ying saved me, so this time I'll make a move for free! However, you still have to prepare the materials yourself."
"Good!"
Wang Ying agreed without the slightest hesitation, turning around and rushing straight back to her off-road vehicle.
A moment later, she walked back holding a strip-like object.
Yang Yong initially thought it was an iron bar or hard wood, until Wang Ying unwrapped the cloth strips wrapped around it, revealing the object inside, causing his pupils to constrict.
That was a bone, its entire body presenting a warm, jade-like luster.
Had it not been for the clear joint textures, Yang Yong would have almost thought this was a piece of top-grade jade.
"This is the leg bone of a Man-Eating Black Goat."
Seeing him stare intently at the bone, Wang Ying hastily explained, "We ran into this beast earlier and it took nine bulls and two tigers of effort just to finish it off!"
"Can this thing upgrade my saber?" Wang Ying looked toward Yang Yong with eyes full of anticipation.
Yang Yong curled his lip, in his heart actually yearning to agree, but this bone had already been clutched in his hand for dozens of seconds; according to past rules, the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace should have popped up with a prompt long ago.
Yet at this moment, there was not the slightest bit of movement.
Could this broken furnace have gone silent again?
Yang Yong silently repeated "Furnace, come out" several times in his mind. His throat was nearly dry from it, yet he still got no response at all.
Only then did he suddenly remember.
Yesterday, the furnace had swallowed that Red-Clothed Female Ghost and refined a One-Yang Wind-God Banner for him.
With the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace's tortoise-slow charging speed, he had no idea when he'd be able to use it again.
But right now, Wang Ying was eagerly waiting for him to upgrade her Blood-Drinking Mad Saber!
What was he supposed to do?
Yang Yong thought it over for a long while before reluctantly looking at Wang Ying, who was standing beside the convoy leader, Old Cao. He gave an awkward laugh. "Sister Ying, you see... I can't use my ability for the time being. I just used it yesterday, so it needs to 'upgrade' a bit, you know."
As he spoke, he hurriedly raised the One-Yang Wind-God Banner in his hand, afraid Wang Ying wouldn't believe him. "My ability really is out of commission right now. Once it recovers, I'll definitely make one for you first thing."
Wang Ying was easygoing. She didn't get annoyed; she simply wrapped that piece of bone carefully again and handed it back to Yang Yong. "All right, hold on to it for now. I use the saber every day, so whenever you've recovered, I'll bring it over."
"Sure thing!" Yang Yong readily agreed.
It soon grew dark, and the convoy set off again.
Yang Yong hurried back onto the bus.
On nights in the apocalypse, only by keeping the wheels turning could they barely avoid the ubiquitous eerie attacks.
Before setting off, Cao Xianming had already calculated the route thoroughly and even demonstrated it to the several drivers three times.
Even so, there was still a risk.
If they ran into an unexpected situation along the way and had to change course or something, the entire convoy could only relay messages by shouting at the top of their lungs.
In the end, it was because supplies were too scarce.
If only they had a few walkie-talkies, things wouldn't be so chaotic.
Unlike last night.
They hadn't been on the road long before the eerie came knocking.
Thanks to Yang Yong's record of killing the Red-Clothed Female Ghost the night before,
there was none of last night's oppressive atmosphere on the bus tonight.
Everyone thought that as long as they didn't stop, respond, or open the door, everything would be fine.
But.
The eerie was unpredictable!
No one knew how much longer they would have to stay in this godforsaken place. The bus's fuel dwindled with every bit they used.
To save electricity, they hadn't turned on the lights inside the bus at all.
In the dimness, two survivors felt stifled, so they simply pushed open the windows and rested their arms on the sills, chatting idly.
Neither of them noticed that just outside, pressed close to the side of the bus, a deathly pale arm was slowly reaching out of the darkness, inch by inch.
The arm moved very slowly, its fingertips trembling slightly as it groped bit by bit toward the window. It was just like a hunter lurking in the shadows, patiently waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
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