"What do you mean?" Du Moyu felt like he'd struck gold. His eyes were practically glowing. He suddenly had a feeling that sticking with the man before him might really give him a chance of surviving.
Jiang Cheng cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. "He can only guess if he has options to choose from. I smudged the soles of the other two paper figures, so there are more than ten female paper figures hanging up. He can take his time guessing."
"More than ten to choose from..." Du Moyu's face lit up with excitement. "That's thrilling!"
Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes, genuinely happy for Zhou Qing.
But Du Moyu's mood soon shifted, and his voice grew much lower. "Oh no!" He suddenly looked at Jiang Cheng, as if a thought had just struck him. "Did you bring back that fire striker?"
"No," Jiang Cheng answered honestly.
"There's a saying that only fire with a source can reveal evil spirits. The candle you took belongs to that kind of fire, but... but the fire striker does too!" Du Moyu couldn't help sighing. "If he uses it, he might be able to break the deadlock."
Du Moyu wasn't blaming Jiang Cheng at all. He was already grateful that Jiang Cheng had thought of him, and Jiang Cheng had indeed done a great deal for him.
But there were some things he had to face on his own. He couldn't avoid them.
Just as Du Moyu was about to ask Jiang Cheng to help his two remaining teammates as much as he could, Jiang Cheng rubbed his chin and nodded. "Oh, so that's what you're worried about. Don't worry."
"Hm?" Du Moyu felt there might be a way out after all.
"It's like this: I deliberately left that fire