Chapter 12 — The Mutation

The gray monkey started in fright and looked up at Zhang Qingyue, not knowing what had put him in such a temper. Zhang Qingyue sighed, took off his shoes, got into bed, pulled the quilt over his head, and slept. The monkey scratched its head, uncomprehending.

That night Zhang Qingyue tossed and turned, hunger gnawing at him, and only deep in the night did he drift at last into a fitful sleep.