Four people hid behind the stone door, watching the fireball outside burn fiercer and fiercer.
Nick was baffled, turning his head to ask Bai Youwei, "How did it catch fire?"
Bai Youwei, nestled in Shen Mo's arms, gestured with her chin toward the outside, "It's all on the mural."
"Aren't the murals just a bunch of little people dancing around a campfire?" Nick couldn't understand, "The murals in the Sun Temple, many people have studied them, and indeed some were inspired by the murals to try attacking the Demon God with fire, but the fur on the Demon God is hard to ignite, which is why later everyone started using more direct methods like bombs."
Nick thought and thought; he prided himself on being clever, yet he couldn't figure it out.
"How did it suddenly catch fire?" he muttered, then asked Bai Youwei, "Did you splash it with gasoline?"
