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"Damn it! How dare you ruin my plans!" The Demon Face King roared, caught off guard by Sun Wukong's transformation, leaving him momentarily unable to respond.
Lin Qiye rushed to Yang Jin's side to assess his injuries.
Yang Jin's face was pale, and his breath was weak, but fortunately, his life was not in danger.
Lin Qiye let out a sigh of relief and looked up at Sun Wukong, his eyes filled with gratitude and shock.
The Demon Face King let out a shriek as his body transformed into a cloud of black mist, vanishing into the night.
Sun Wukong put away the Ghost-faced Man, scratched his head, and grinned. "Heh heh, just a little trick, nothing to worry about."
He walked over to Lin Qiye and patted him on the shoulder. "It's good that Yang Jin is okay."
Lin Qiye hoisted Yang Jin onto his back and said firmly, "Let's go."
Sun Wukong steadied himself, taking a deep breath as his complexion gradually returned to normal.
He exhaled a breath of foul air; the golden light around him faded as he staggered a few steps, having consumed too much vital energy.
He approached the barely conscious Yang Jin and pulled out a golden pill from his pocket, offering it to Lin Qiye.
The porcelain vase was entirely snow-white, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance.
Lin Qiye took the pill, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. Sun Wukong paused briefly, concocting a lie to obscure the true origin of the pill, before placing it into Yang Jin's mouth.
The pill melted instantly, transforming into a warm current that surged throughout Yang Jin's body.
Yang Jin straightened up and moved his limbs. "I feel so much better, Brother. It’s like... like I’ve just had a good sleep; I’m full of energy." A glimmer of surprise crossed his eyes; the effect of this pill was truly remarkable.
Lin Qiye looked at Sun Wukong in disbelief, his curiosity about Sun Wukong's origins deepening.
Zhao Kongcheng and Hong Ying approached, having witnessed Yang Jin's rapid recovery firsthand, their shock palpable.
Both Zhao Kongcheng and Hong Ying were astonished by what they had seen. Zhao Kongcheng stepped closer to Sun Wukong, an inquisitive look in his eyes. "Who... who exactly are you?" He extended another invitation. "Your strength is incredible; why not join us Night Watchman and help combat the mysterious forces to protect this world?"
Sun Wukong scratched his head. "I, Old Sun, am just an ordinary... high school student." His gaze flickered, unable to meet Zhao Kongcheng's piercing stare.
Zhao Kongcheng furrowed his brow, pondering for a moment before nodding. "I understand. If you change your mind, feel free to come find me."
Sun Wukong smiled and patted Zhao Kongcheng on the shoulder. "Absolutely."
Zhao Kongcheng left with Hong Ying and the other Night Watchman. Lin Qiye watched their retreating figures before turning to Sun Wukong. "Thank you, Sun Wukong."
"What’s there to thank? We’re friends," Sun Wukong grinned widely and then vanished into the night with a swift movement.
Hong Ying and two other guards helped Yang Jin into the car. Zhao Kongcheng walked to the window, casting a deep glance in the direction where Sun Wukong had disappeared, his eyes filled with contemplation. He then took his seat in the driver's position, started the vehicle, and drove away.
In a dimly lit forest, Sun Wukong's figure reappeared.
"This aura..." Sun Wukong furrowed his brow as he extended a finger to gently touch the remnants of black mist on the ground. "It's familiar, yet slightly different..."
From the shadows emerged a mysterious figure clad in a black robe and wearing a mask. "Did you fail?" His voice was low and hoarse, devoid of any emotion.
"I underestimated that monkey's strength..." Demon Face King lowered his head, a hint of fear creeping into his tone.
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