Fire?
At Yu Chenglin's words, Qin Manjiang and Yang both quickly considered his plan.
But even if this ghost really feared fire, with the rain coming down so terrifyingly hard, visibility was already completely lost beyond ten meters in this dark, rain-soaked night.
Could they even light a fire?
And set themselves alight to become fireballs, at that?
If Yu Chenglin had not looked so genuinely earnest and anxious, Qin Manjiang would have thought the old man was tricking them into getting themselves killed.
"How do we light it?"
Yang asked.
Delighted, Yu Chenglin shouted, "Come over here! I have lamp oil!"
Qin Manjiang frowned and wanted to stop Yang, but Yang was already charging toward him.
Yu Chenglin had clearly come prepared. He knew this ghost's origins, weaknesses, and abilities inside out. Combined with his attitude toward the Jade Cicada, it was already beyond doubt that he had an ulterior aim.
No... I have to stop Yang.
Qin Manjiang immediately followed.
By the river, rain poured down in torrents. When it struck Xinxin, it was kept outside the golden light, but the moment it struck Yan Xiao, his body went limp and turned into paper!
But this was not entirely without its benefits.
The densely packed paper figures crawling out of the ground were also soaked by the downpour. They lay sprawled on the ground, mingled with the muddy water, unable to move.
"Yan Xiao! Are you all right?"
Seeing that the downpour had flattened all the paper figures, Xinxin was just about to turn around and claim some credit from Yan Xiao, only to find that he, like all the other paper figures, had been soaked by the rain. His full, three-dimensional body was slowly becoming a sheet of paper!
No... he'll die at this rate!
Xinxin