Yang's face was ashen, his lips trembling.
Yan Xiao kept shaking his head, saying no over and over.
Shen Hai's entire face was contorted, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Chen Zhiyuan's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched tight.
Xinxin was the most frantic. She kept clawing at her face, leaving bloody scratches, and did not stop even when flesh and blood lodged beneath her nails.
Yu Chenglin's face was filled with terror, his pupils dilated to their limit.
Xu Yi was smiling, but his eyes were full of tears.
Zhong Xueran looked utterly lost, her regret and despair laid bare.
Nie Yunzhen curled into a ball, hugging her shoulders tightly and trembling all over.
Everyone present had unbearable memories stirred up by that eerie singing.
Only two remained unmoved.
One... was Mei Sijun, whose body was currently shared by the "ghosts in the opera."
The other was Qin Manjiang.
Qin Manjiang sank into bewilderment.
He saw a blank expanse. There was nothing there, and nothing remained.
He did not know who he was or what he was supposed to do. Bewildered, at a loss, without any meaning.
Meanwhile, the river had slowly risen and flooded into the Opera House. It had now spread over the floor tiles, soaking the soles of their shoes.
Qin Manjiang glanced down. The singing continued on the Opera Stage, while the paper figures around them let out all manner of sobs and wails. A whimpering wind rose over the river, carrying the paper figures' mournful cries as it circled through the Opera House.
The river... was rising higher and higher.
Yet Qin Manjiang's heart was sinking.
He shoved Xu Yi beside him.
"Hey! Wake up!"
Xu Yi smiled through his tears, still unable to wake.
Qin Manjiang reached out and shoved Xinxin on his other