"Y-you're humans, not monsters?"
"Ah, then could you buy my matches? If I can't sell these matches, Granny will beat me to death when I go back."
The White Bone Demon accepted Tang Sanzang's warm, broad hand. Once he had pulled her up, she hurriedly gathered the matches scattered across the ground and began pitching them again.
"What are matches? These things?"
Sandy curiously picked up a match. Naturally, nothing like matches existed in this era.
"Uncle, and you too, bald big brother, these matches are a specialty of our White Bone Ridge. Whenever heavy snow seals off the mountain, no one here can get a fire going. Only our matches can help everyone light their firewood and keep warm."
The White Bone Demon widened her eyes and explained adorably.
"Whenever that happens, Granny sends little monsters like us out to sell matches."
"???"
Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing were full of question marks.
"You're a little monster? Your granny cast a spell over this area? Ordinary things can't start a fire?"
They immediately noticed a problem. This rosy little girl before them was actually a monster? And from her account, they seemed to understand why none of their earlier attempts to start a fire had worked.
A little match-selling monster?
"A monster?" Tang Sanzang was startled too.
"Yes, yes! Uncles and big brothers, I'm a little match-selling monster! If we can't sell our matches, Granny will beat us to death when we go back. Please be kind and buy my matches to light a fire and keep warm. Otherwise, it's going to get colder and colder, and you might freeze to death!"
The Little Match Girl innocently admitted that she was a little monster, completely unaware that Sun Wukong had already appeared behind her.
**"Hah! Where did you come