Oni Yunjie's voice grew increasingly urgent, and the lights in the secret room flickered in time with it.
The shifting light made Fang Cheng's mind swim. In a daze, he seemed to see the towering Shadow of the Ghost God rising behind Oni Yunjie.
Two blazing flames burned where its eyes should have been.
At that moment, Fang Cheng clearly felt the Shadow of the Ghost God's gaze fall on him—or, more precisely, on his chest.
The strange markings Evil God Sauce had left there.
The markings began to grow hot, quickly turning scorching. Then came a pain like his skin was being seared by fire.
This was probably the sealing process. Fang Cheng dampened the pain and sat cross-legged on the floor without moving.
It lasted for about half a minute. At last, the pain disappeared, and the Shadow of the Ghost God behind Oni Yunjie vanished as well.
Fine beads of sweat dotted Oni Yunjie's forehead. She smiled at Fang Cheng. "We did it."
Fang Cheng's heart leaped with joy, but then something felt wrong.
It was too quiet. There wasn't a sound anywhere.
Besides, Oni Yunjie had said he needed to suppress the Evil God, but he hadn't done a thing. Had they really succeeded that easily?
Even their combined strength probably couldn't match his. Could the two of them really have dealt with the Evil God on their own? Did that make any sense?
Fang Cheng yanked open his shirt. The strange markings on his chest, shaped like a pair of eyes made of tentacles, were still completely intact.
Suddenly, something soft and heavy pressed against his back.
Yuguang Kaori wrapped her arms around Fang Cheng from behind, then stuck out her pink tongue and began licking gently up his neck.
At the same time, Oni