Brush, brush, brush...
At the center of the Ghost Eye Machine Room, Bai Mo sat beside the desk, wielding a stylus, and flourished on the tablet, writing down his thoughts on Qinghua Rain and the conclusions he deduced using the text of Sequence Six.
From time to time, he used Divine Sense to assign tasks to the Ghost Eyes within this machine room.
In various pools all around, batches of Ghost Eyes were wriggling, consuming sugars, accepting tasks, conducting deductions, and returning the results to Bai Mo.
Brush, brush, brush...
Bai Mo jotted down yet another deduction result.
"Hey, this feeling is pretty good, actually."
The entire hall of Ghost Eyes resembled a hall full of Immortals, sitting in rows and columns, receiving tasks distributed by Bai Mo, and then buried in intense calculations.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside the hall.
"Ying, ying, ying!"
"Ao, ao, ao!"
"Ying, ying, ying!"
