Ruyi’s Demon-Subduing Chronicles: The Dangkang
My rich, pretty roommate had a boyfriend who was five-foot-three, weighed 187 pounds, and always had a greasy shine on his face.
She guarded against me at every turn, terrified I had designs on him.
I told her her boyfriend was a pig, and she snapped that I was just calling the grapes sour because I couldn’t have them.
But what she didn’t know was that her boyfriend really was a pig.
Soul-Whip 6: Gobi Terror
I went out northwest to haul coal in a big rig.
That morning, we were lined up waiting to load our trucks.
All of a sudden, we heard someone shouting.
“Oh no! There’s someone buried under the coal pile!”
A bunch of us ran over to help.
But even after we dug all the way to the bottom of that mountain of coal, we didn’t find so much as a shadow of a person.
The worker who had shouted was starting to panic.
Stammering, he tried to explain, “That’s not right. I saw it clear as day.
There was a pair of wrinkled human hands sticking out from under the coal pile!”