Yet the instant Zhu Bajie lit the match, an image appeared once more in the ruined temple, illuminated by its flame.
The image even carried the sound of playful laughter, clear as silver bells.
Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, and Sandy all looked over. The footage showed the Seven Little Match Girls frolicking happily in the snow.
The seven little girls were like sprites upon the snow, their happiness spilling out through the images.
At that moment, Tang Sanzang was overwhelmed with guilt.
These happy little girls had been carefree little monsters, and Sun Wukong had just... just beaten them to death.
"So these matches show scenes from the little monsters' lives when you light them. What amazing matches."
As the match burned out, the images of the Seven Little Match Girls cut off abruptly amid their silvery laughter. Zhu Bajie had forgotten to light the fire and naturally noticed what was strange about these matches.
"Quick, destroy the evidence. Sandy, gather up all these matches. Don't let anyone who comes after us light them."
Zhu Bajie instantly recalled how they had been caught out earlier and hurriedly looked at the matches scattered across the floor.
"All right, all right."
Sandy thought of that too and hurried to gather the scattered matches.
Watching the two of them, Tang Sanzang wanted to speak, but held back.
Perhaps I'm afraid of this being exposed too?
"Right, once we light these matches, the evidence will be gone. Still, with this damned weather, who knows when the snow will stop? Master, I'll keep three matches."
Once the matches were piled together, Zhu Bajie seemed to think of something and picked out three more, putting them in his pocket.
Tang Sanzang nodded lightly.
"All right, light the fire, Sandy. Master's nearly frozen stiff."
With everything ready,