Socially Anxious Flying Carpet

With a flourish, the man made the flower in his hand disappear.

With another flourish, a carpet actually appeared in his hand, rolled into a thick bundle.

What was he going to do?

Everyone could not help wondering.

Weren't they supposed to be transporting supplies?

What was he going to do with a carpet?

It was very strange.

Then.

They watched Zou Wei toss the carpet onto the ground, and it actually floated up on its own.

Then Zou Wei pointed at the pile of supplies. The carpet flew straight toward it, rolled around the supplies, then flew into the air, spun in a circle, and flipped over. The supplies on the ground landed securely on the carpet.

Only then did Yang Yong realize.

The carpet was a Curio too!

It could fly!

And it could carry so many supplies!

If it were used as a vehicle, wouldn't it be even better than a car?

As though he could see what Yang Yong was thinking, Zou Wei explained.

"This is the Curio 'Socially Anxious Flying Carpet.' Please try not to stare at him. If you look at him too much, he'll get socially anxious."

What?

Even a carpet could get socially anxious?

What would happen once he did?

It would have been better if Zou Wei had said nothing. Once he spoke, almost everyone's eyes turned toward the carpet.

Who knew what was going on with this carpet, but after everyone stared at him for too long.

He actually stopped flying and lay flat on the ground without moving.

Seeing the steam train drawing closer in the distance, Zou Wei called out several more times, "Everyone, stop staring at him!"

But it was no use.

Now everyone was intensely curious about the carpet. How could they possibly not stare at him?

Especially Yang Yong. Although he knew the Curios in this world had all sorts of unfathomable functions and unbelievable flaws, a carpet going on strike because of social anxiety was truly beyond comprehension.

Listening carefully to the clanging coming from inside his body, Yang Yong suddenly wondered whether Wang Ying's saber would have some inexplicable trait like this once it was forged.

Yang Yong shook his head, telling himself to stop letting his thoughts run wild.

The Socially Anxious Flying Carpet remained on strike under everyone's gaze.

Zou Wei took out another flower, then made it disappear again.

This time, he conjured a huge black cloth.

He draped the black cloth over the flying carpet.

Once everyone could no longer see the flying carpet, sure enough, he rose unsteadily into the air again, carrying the supplies as he wobbled toward the steam train.

Zou Wei finally let out a breath of relief and said to Cao Xianming, "Captain Cao, until we meet again."

"Wait."

Cao Xianming suddenly stopped him and asked, "Mr. Zou, that train... it's a Curio, certainly, but what's its flaw? It seems you don't want to stay aboard all the time."

Zou Wei paused, looked back at Cao Xianming, and gave a meaningful smile.

"Never stopping is its flaw. Once you board, you can't leave unless you die. And... the train has its own 'destination.' No one knows where it will ultimately go. We passengers have merely boarded a train with no way back."

With that, he lingered no longer. He hurried after the flying carpet, and together they leaped into a carriage of the steam train just as it passed.

The carriage door closed.

Without stopping at all, the steam train billowed white steam and rushed toward the distant mountains once more, vanishing into them.

Cao Xianming watched the direction where the train had disappeared in silence for a moment, then turned and addressed every member of the convoy:

"Did you all see that? A Curio isn't necessarily a blessing. Sometimes, a seemingly powerful vehicle can also be a moving prison."

He adjusted his glasses, his tone turning serious. "Everyone, set off as soon as you've finished eating! We've stayed here for a day. Those rats are almost upon us!"

Yang Yong was taken aback by these words too. What was going on?

The rat swarm from Mo Family Village still hadn't given up?

What was the deal?

Why did these mutated creatures hold such grudges?

Whether it was the giant snake before or the rat swarm now, they all held grudges like this.

What Yang Yong did not know was.

To those mutated creatures, human Transcendents were like potent medicinal treasures.

By eating human Transcendents, their mutations would grow increasingly complete.

Of course, this rule also worked in reverse.

Human practitioners of Sequence Transcendence could also hunt mutated creatures. Eating their meat helped increase transcendent power.

It was just that, at this stage.

Many convoys still did not know this.

At this stage, everyone's first thought upon seeing an Eerie was to flee.

Although mutated creatures were a little easier to deal with than Eerie, killing them was still rather difficult unless it was a large convoy with several combat Sequence Transcendents.

After all, almost no creature capable of mutating was weak.

It was precisely this trait.

That determined why mutated creatures would pursue practitioners of Sequence Transcendence relentlessly once they discovered them.

After all, no one could resist the temptation of evolving again.

Soon, everyone finished eating, and the convoy set off.

At night, the Blood Moon appeared, strengthening both Eerie and mutated creatures.

The convoy had to leave quickly.

Yang Yong returned to his cab. The clanging inside his body grew more frequent and louder.

He knew Wang Ying's new saber was almost finished.

He just did not know what changes this new saber would bring.

He glanced at the pitch-black night outside the window and the faint, unsettling rustling coming from the distance, then tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

The road to survival was still very long.

This escape lasted longer than any before it.

Under Captain Cao Xianming's leadership, the convoy wound this way and that, constantly circling.

From the looks of things, it seemed there were Eerie not only pursuing them from behind but also up ahead. It felt quite abnormal.

This trip lasted a full three days and nights.

Yang Yong ate, drank, and relieved himself in the truck, but that was not the worst part.

The worst part was having no way to rest.

He was alone in his truck, with no one to take over driving. He could only force himself to keep going.

Sometimes Yang Yong wondered whether he should follow Zheng Xiaofeng's example and pick someone from among the survivors to drive for him.

But after thinking it over carefully, he decided against it.

He had so many secrets. If he happened to pick someone with ill intentions, wouldn't he be done for?

Throughout those three days, the clanging inside the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace never stopped.

It seemed the saber he was forging for Wang Ying this time would be very powerful.

Once the convoy stopped, Yang Yong leaned back and fell fast asleep.

After three days and nights without a wink of sleep, he had truly reached his limit.

Fortunately, after opening his apertures, his body could absorb Blood Moon Energy on its own, constantly strengthening his flesh. With his former constitution, he would never have lasted this long.

Yang Yong slept deeply. Taking advantage of this time, the convoy quickly settled into rest and reorganization, with all preparations proceeding in an orderly fashion.

Elsewhere, Cao Xianming sat alone in his tent when a dark figure emerged from the shadows without warning.