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 completely contorted, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Chen Zhiyuan's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched tight.
Xinxin was the most frenzied. She kept clawing at her face, leaving bloody scratches, and did not stop even when flesh and blood lodged beneath her fingernails.
Yu Chenglin's face was filled with terror, his pupils dilated to their utmost.
Xu Yi was smiling, but his eyes were full of tears.
Zhong Xueran looked utterly lost, her regret and despair on full display.
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 with the "Ghost 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 and at a loss, there was no meaning to any of it.
Meanwhile, the river had slowly risen and flooded into the Opera House. By now, it had spread over the floor tiles and soaked the soles of their shoes.
Qin Manjiang glanced down. The singing on the Opera Stage continued, while the surrounding paper figures 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 gradually sank.
He gave Xu Yi, who was beside him, a shove.
"Hey! Wake up!"
Xu Yi smiled through his tears, still