"Go home early." Wu Heng smiled and nodded.
The group of youths did not seem inclined to make things difficult for the vendors who were leaving.
"Yeah, you. Hurry home and drink your milk, you two good little babies!" Amid a burst of laughter, the youths flipped Wu Heng off.
Wu Heng paid them no mind. With Lini helping him push the cart, he left the area.
Seeing Wu Heng's reaction, the youths found it boring. One of them turned the motorcycle's headlight back toward the market and took another look inside, wanting to see who else might come out.
He was positioned at a corner, so the light only illuminated one small section.
He vaguely saw the face of one vendor caught in the beam. When the vendor turned his head, his face seemed to distort slightly, and his eyes and mouth appeared to shift a little.
But upon closer inspection, everything looked normal again. The man was simply packing up his stall.
He turned the headlight back, assuming it had been an illusion.
As Wu Heng walked down the road, he had already noticed that among those youths was a demon-level being.
However, it seemed to be asleep, with the youth's human personality controlling its thoughts.
Its state was unusual. It was not a demon possessing a human; rather, it existed as the main body, as though the human personality was merely a derivative—a protective shell.
In other words, it was a demon born into the human world that had yet to awaken its demonic consciousness!
Satan's son? Interesting. Wu Heng thought.
A kilometer was not far, and the two soon arrived at the old tube-shaped apartment building known as Mandala Apartments.
When Lini turned her head, she happened to spot a burly yet hunched man. Deep-set eye