Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 180

On the other side of the cave, Wukong was trying to bring his camera closer to his ear so that his imaginary
audience could see how he inserted and again retrieved his Jinkubang from his ear. John Green’s right. “The
world is not a wish-granting factory.” Otherwise his followers would be watching this video live. Xuanzang
can wait. The Buddha would keep him safe. Someone would go save him in the end even if he doesn’t.
“Guys, you see how it works? It’s cool, isn’t it?” He didn’t see it coming. Or in a way he did. The next
moment, Wukong blacked out. And a set of teeth sank into his master’s flesh across the cave.