Cao Xianming's face remained calm as he said evenly, "Don't worry. I calculated it. The Eerie we encountered last night wouldn't have attacked us."
"Except, of course, for one particularly unlucky person."
As he spoke, his gaze brushed almost imperceptibly over Yang Yong.
"Something in your vehicle attracted the Eerie. Watch out."
Yang Yong's heart jolted as if someone had punched him in the chest.
So all those Eerie last night were coming for the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace?
A chill shot up from his tailbone straight to the crown of his head.
He clenched his fists instinctively, his knuckles turning white.
Ever since the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace had awakened, he had never dared let it appear outside, keeping it inside his body to nurture it.
Was taking the furnace out this time and exposing it to the Blood Moon what had turned it into a source of attraction for the Eerie?
The more he thought, the more he panicked.
A layer of cold sweat had already seeped out across his back, sticking clammy against his clothes.
Yang Yong sheepishly released his grip and, his mind in turmoil, straightened Cao Xianming's collar where he had crumpled it. He still tried to bluff. "There's nothing special in my vehicle."
His voice sounded dry and hollow. Even he could hear the guilt in it.
The Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace was his greatest secret.
The moment the convoy stopped, he had already recalled the furnace into his body. There was no way he would let Cao Xianming discover it.
It was the foundation of his survival in this apocalypse. If it were exposed, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Drawn by the argument, Wang Ying and Zheng Xiaofeng hurried over.
"What are you two doing?" Wang Ying frowned, her gaze moving between their faces.
"Nothing." Yang