Fire, Fire, Fire. Burn, Burn, Burn
In the scroll laid out for them all to see was a long list of names and characters. San Zhe recognised them as the ancient writings that the Other World used. There were some people who were so obsessed with the game that they would spend their life to learn it, and communicate with the locals with it. He had not thought that Lord Yaksha was one of them though.
"What does it say?" he asked Yaksha.
"Burn the things around us," Yaksha answered.
"What?" San Zhe asked in confusion.
"It does make sense," Cheng Xiu said to him.
"Does it?" San Zhe sent her a skeptical look. He always felt that when Lord Yaksha talked, Cheng Xiu just agreed without even thinking about it.
"If we take into consideration of the fact that there is no witch here, there is no one who knows how to read the words in this book, then what would you do if you have twenty barrels of alcohol and lit Troches with you?"
San Zhe stared at her for a while. "Um…"