A Core Ship From The Start

"Have you guys never thought about moving?"

"Sigh, the High Monk may not know, but it’s not like we haven’t considered leaving this place. However, every time we get ready and just try to leave town, we end up getting lost and can’t find our way out... It seems like the Fox Spirit is hell-bent on claiming my son’s life..."

"Mr. Wang, there’s no need to worry."

After hearing the whole story, Sun Wukong and Duanmu Huai exchanged a glance before speaking up.

"The people before were simply lacking in magical powers, and that’s why they followed the tricks of that Fairy. For us, this kind of minor Demon is hardly worth mentioning. Just wait until tonight is over, and by tomorrow morning, I guarantee you will see the corpse of that Fox Spirit!"

Although Sun Wukong spoke with righteous indignation, Mr. Wang, having heard many such promises, could only manage a wry smile of thanks. He prepared a sumptuous vegetarian feast for the two and, of course, didn’t forget to promise a handsome reward if they could eliminate the Fox Demon and save Young Master Wang.

For Duanmu Huai, a vegetarian meal wasn’t intolerable; after all, along the way, he had been feasting on Demons and was feeling a bit ’heated.’ Having some vegetarian food to cool down wasn’t such a bad idea. When night fell, the two made their way to the separate courtyard and were greeted by sporadic gusts of chilly winds—it seemed like the perfect setting for a ghost story...

The Servants led them to Young Master Wang’s room, where, just as expected, they saw Young Master Wang lying on the bed, looking as emaciated as a drug addict, skin and bones. If it weren’t for the slight breathing, one might have thought he was a mummified corpse.

"Master, what should we do?"