Fire?
Hearing Yu Chenglin say this, Qin Manjiang and Yang both quickly considered his plan.
But even if this ghost really feared fire, with the rain coming down so terribly hard, in this darkness and this downpour, they could no longer see anything clearly more than ten meters away.
Could they even light a fire?
And set themselves alight to become fireballs, at that?
If Yu Chenglin had not looked so 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.
Yu Chenglin brightened and 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 everything about this ghost's origins, weaknesses, and abilities. Coupled with his attitude toward the Jade Cicada, it was already beyond doubt that he had an ulterior objective.
No... I have to stop Yang.
Qin Manjiang immediately followed.
By the river, torrential rain poured down. When it struck Xinxin, it was kept outside the golden light, but when it struck Yan Xiao, his body immediately went limp and turned into paper!
But this was not entirely without benefits.
The densely packed paper figures crawling out of the ground were also soaked by the downpour. They lay flat on the ground, mingled with muddy water, unable to move.
"Yan Xiao! Are you all right?"
After seeing all the paper figures beaten flat by the rain, Xinxin was just about to turn around and claim some credit from Yan Xiao, only to see that he, like all the paper figures, had also been soaked. His full, three-dimensional body was slowly turning into a sheet of paper!
*No... he'll die at this