It seemed it was already far too late for anything.
Yu Chenglin desperately needed someone to share his success and joy. He talked nonstop, roared nonstop, his state bizarre in the extreme.
"Hey... didn't you say ghosts transformed using Jade Cicadas all had weaknesses? Like water turned to ice-although it can resist draining away, it fears the scorching sun."
Qin Manjiang suddenly asked Mei Sijun in a quiet voice.
Yu Chenglin snapped his gaze toward him. A mocking expression appeared on his completely distorted face, and he laughed without restraint. "Hahaha... yes! You can sing the [Pure Heaven and Earth Divine Mantra], just like I did to Zhao Qigong. He couldn't resist it. Like ice and snow meeting the sun, he could only melt away unwillingly... but only if-"
The exaggerated grin on his face was utterly loathsome as he shouted at Qin Manjiang and the others, "There are fewer than five!"
"Why do you think I insisted on getting five Jade Cicadas?"
"I want perfection!"
"Only five Jade Cicadas can break free of the Taoist's incantations in the opera!"
"You... can wait to die!"
"Hahahahaha..."
His terrifying, exaggerated laughter even drowned out the downpour and the sounds of the burning Giant Ghost, but everyone had run out of options...
Because what he said was true.
Was this the end?
The crackling blaze and the rushing rain mingled with Yu Chenglin's terrifying laughter, sealing off the last path to survival.
The time Yan Xiao's Scalpel had bought them was almost up, too. Death was closing in.
But just then, Qin Manjiang suddenly tugged at Mei Sijun's clothes, leaned toward his ear, and whispered, "Sing the [Pure Heaven and Earth Divine Mantra]. Trust me."
Yu Chenglin made no attempt to hide his mockery, looking down at Qin Manjiang as though saying...