Cao Xianming quickly tapped the Data Model several times.
His fingers swept across the screen, each tap seeming to strike at everyone's heart.
He only needed a rough estimate of the probability. There was no need for precise data; an approximation would do.
Yang Yong waited a while.
In the kitchen, the only sound left was the crackle of firewood burning in the stove.
Cao Xianming raised his head.
His expression sent everyone's hearts sinking to rock bottom.
"From this moment on, there's a chance of an outbreak."
"It increases by ten percent each day."
"Until nine days from now..."
Cao Xianming's voice seemed to come from somewhere far away.
"Without outside intervention, the chance of the hidden danger inside the Whale Lord fully erupting will be one hundred percent."
At this news, even Mang Dabiao, a Snake Immortal who feared nothing, turned deathly pale.
His snake tail curled up involuntarily, his scales rising slightly. It was a snake's instinctive reaction to a deadly threat.
One hundred percent.
Increasing by ten percent each day meant that nine days later, the outbreak would be a certainty.
No lucky escapes.
No exceptions.
Just one hundred percent.
"Then what do we do?" Even Mang Dabiao's voice trembled. "What can we do next?"
Yang Yong sat there, looking at Mang Dabiao, then at Cao Xianming and Hu Xian'er.
All three wore grim expressions, and none of them spoke.
Clearly, none of them had an answer.
The women in the kitchen felt the oppressive atmosphere too. They all stopped working, not daring to make a sound.
The sweet potato porridge in the pot was still bubbling away, but its aroma now left them feeling stifled.
Yang Yong suddenly thought of Chen Gen.
Come to think of it...
I haven't seen him since I woke up.