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While unconscious, Sun Wukong had a dream. He dreamed he was soaking in a hot spring, his whole body warm and comfortable. Gradually, however, the hot spring changed into lava. The temperature around him kept climbing until the heat became unbearable, leaving him drenched in sweat.
A little while later...
"Aah!" The monkey's eyes flew open, and he threw back his head and screamed. His voice rang out like the squealing of a pig being slaughtered, piercingly shrill.
He looked down. Fuck, this is a vat of boiling oil! Looking around, he saw those two "savages." They were pinning his arms down, restraining him so he could not break free.
"Damn you! Let me go!" the monkey shouted at the two burly men of the Witch Race.
"Hmph! Normally, anyone entering the Ninth Layer of Hell gets three days to prepare before being put into the oil. But you had the gall to attack an Underworld officer, so we're frying you today, you damned monkey! Let's see you learn how formidable our Witch Race is!" the burly man on his left told him.
"The Witch Race? What Witch Race?" the monkey yelled.
The burly man of the Witch Race: "..."
A few seconds later, the fire beneath the vat was stoked higher, and the monkey's agonized screams grew louder. The oil in the vat bubbled furiously, frying Sun Wukong until he writhed in pain.
He had yet to "steal and eat" Taishang Laojun's Immortal Pills and the Queen Mother of the West's Flat Peaches, and had not acquired an indestructible body. How could he possibly withstand Hell's vat of boiling oil?
In the distance, Zhongshan Wolf watched the