Cao Xianming had been calculating for an entire night.
Daylight came, then brightened into the blazing white of noon.
His fingertips were still swiping frantically across the data Light Screen. The data Light Screens before him formed an interwoven net, countless symbols, lines, and numbers churning ceaselessly like boiling water.
Everyone watched him.
The room was full of Transcendents, yet no one spoke or dared to move.
From the moment Auntie Liu had mutated in the clearing last night, twisting into a monster, this room had become the only place in the entire camp where the lights still burned.
Chen Gen had summoned everyone inside, and then every gaze had fixed on the same person... Cao Xianming.
He was calculating.
Calculating what that thing actually was.
But time ticked by, the darkness receded, the horizon turned pale, and then the midday sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the window...
Cao Xianming never stopped.
His brows were tightly knitted, his gaze so focused it was almost vacant. None of the sounds around him had anything to do with his world.
Yang Yong leaned against the wall, his black sunglasses hiding every emotion in his eyes, but his fingers tightened around his throwing knife, bit by bit.
Too fast.
It wasn't that Cao Xianming was calculating too slowly. This time, it was simply too fast...
The Eerie was spreading too quickly, too quickly for anyone to react.
Auntie Liu had gone from normal to mutated in no more than half an hour.
What about the next one?
Who would be next?
And when?
The Survival Convoy had fought its way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Yang Yong had seen Cao Xianming's calculations work every single time.
With Eerie of this level, he could unravel the threads and reach a