Finally, the monk asked Zhao Xun, "Did you find a weapon that can kill ghosts?"
Since they had both attacked with fire but gotten completely opposite results, the difference had to lie in the fire itself.
It seemed unlikely that two fire-based special abilities would differ so drastically, so he was more inclined to believe Zhao Xun had found a weapon in the game that could kill ghosts.
After all, the game rules had never specified what the weapons would look like.
Tangible or intangible, physical or magical-anything was possible.
"No," Afro said, shaking his head repeatedly before Zhao Xun could answer. "The boss and I have been together the whole time. We never found any weapons. This is his special ability."
"I just want to know," Little Green said, the most agitated of them all, her eyes wide and her face filled with indignation, "how can two fire-based special abilities be so different?"
"Well, the boss is the boss because he's different from everyone else!" Afro said as though it were obvious. "There could be several kinds of fire-related special abilities. His is just stronger than yours. What's so strange about that?"
Little Green's face flushed bright red. She was clearly furious.
The others paid no attention to Little Green's feelings, though each had their own interpretation of Afro's words.
Still, no one pursued the subject. Someone else's special ability was private, after all, and its owner had every right to withhold the details.
The gray-haired man looked at Zhao Xun. "I have a great idea. Your fire is so powerful that you could just burn the whole Ghost House down. Then we wouldn't have to risk our lives hunting for clues. We could burn all the ghosts to death."
"No." Zhao Xun rejected the idea immediately. "Don't forget