Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"Ah—"

Ma Bangde, drenched and soaking, poked his head out from the car door and immediately spotted the surrounding robbers, his face filled with terror as he screamed loudly.

"Honestly, where have you hidden the money?" the masked robber with the Nine of Bamboo mask on squatted in front of the car door, took out a clock, placed it beside him, and asked Ma Bangde, "When time is up, if you don't tell me, you'll get to 'eat peanuts.'"

"Ah!"

"Crying counts as time too."

Ma Bangde yelled, extremely scared, but his crying abruptly stopped under this threat.

"Just say whatever you know."

At this moment, the governor's wife spoke up with her delicate voice, which contrasted with Ma Bangde's panic, appearing composed and calm in the face of danger.

But Su Jie understood that this was because the governor's wife had her own assets—her beauty.

As for her, Ma Bangde's life and death were of no concern.

It was merely a matter of sleeping with one or more robbers—she did not care about her own body and was always ready to trade it for benefits.

"Madam, may I ask your family name?" The Nine of Bamboo robber also seemed interested, as truly genuine women like her were rare in these times.

"I am the governor's wife," she said coyly.

For her, husband and wife were like birds sharing the same woods, flying separately when disaster struck—let alone that she herself did not care for her husband, Ma Bangde.

And understanding this, the students felt even more disgusted with the governor's wife.

Hideous, despicable.

Such a woman rightfully deserved to be condemned by everyone.

But Zhao Xinglong suddenly spoke up, "Don't just look at the surface—what made her become what she is today?"

"It's this era."

Zhang Manman sighed deeply.

"She must be one of the representative figures of talented women in this era."

"Both hateful and pitiable."

Meanwhile, Su Jie shifted his gaze back to the Nine of Bamboo robber.

Every action and word did not resemble those of a rough bandit but rather someone who seemed to have been forced into banditry by some circumstances.

Perhaps, this person was the main character of their lesson!

"My apologies! My apologies!"

The Nine of Bamboo robber bowed with his hands clasped, then looked toward Ma Bangde again,"Is this gentleman the governor?"

"No! No!"

Ma Bangde immediately shook his head. EnjoythestorybyreadingonM|V|LE%MPYR.

Unlike the governor's wife, he was on thin ice.

Having nothing valuable and no money to buy his life, and even if some bandits had preferences for men, they might not find him interesting. Therefore, he absolutely could not admit he was the governor.

If he admitted he was the governor, and these bandits fancied his wife, his death would be certain.

Refusing to admit it might spare his life.

"Ding!"

Just at that moment, the alarm clock went off, its shrill sound resonating.

Simultaneously, other bandits also aimed their guns at Ma Bangde.

"We have money! We have money!"

In an instant, driven by a strong desire to survive, Ma Bangde introduced himself to the bandits, replacing the already deceased Tang, claiming that the mayor had died, and he could take over as mayor to help make money.

In the end, the bandits, including the leader known as "Nine Tubes" removed their masks.

"That bandit, actually wanting to take over the mayor's position, truly audacious beyond belief." A student exclaimed in shock but then realized, "It's true, in this chaotic era, does it really make a difference who the mayor is?"

"It's all for money."

Zhang Manman said, "I don't know if you noticed, but when that bandit showed interest in becoming mayor, her expression changed, from being playful at the beginning to becoming deeper, as if contemplating what benefits she could derive from this affair."

Su Jie just felt a bit sad, "For her, being the mayor's wife would be much more enjoyable than being the bandit chieftain's wife."

"Madam, would you like to go?" By now, the bandits had already negotiated with Ma Bangde, and even asked the mayor's wife.

"Let's go then." The mayor's wife's tone became coquettish again, even displaying a bit of slight happiness, as if she had accepted the scenario.

This made the students observing all this fall silent once again.

Indeed!

In this era, chaos is the main theme.

Sadness, then, is the helplessness found in the anger of those observing history later on.

Zhao Xinglong led the students, following behind the bandits, during which they also overheard the conversation between the mayor's wife and the bandit chieftain, learning some details.

For instance, the mayor's wife had already been widowed four times.

But when the mayor's wife spoke, she was still laughing, seemingly not taking her four deceased husbands seriously at all, which while highlighting her heartlessness, also raised concern for the bandit leader amongst the observers.

"This man is named Zhang Muzhi." Zhao Xinglong revealed the bandit leader's name.

"Zhang Muzhi, Muzhi... This name doesn't sound like that of a bandit, and this man's appearance is resolute, yet reveals a touch of kindness. Anyone who meets him would not think he's a bandit." Zhang Manman commented lightly, "The face is the mirror of the heart, and this is even more true for martial artists; he does not seem like the kind who commits all sorts of evil."

Zhao Xinglong glanced at Zhang Manman and said, "Zhang Muzhi, he would be from the generation of your family's great-great-grandfather."

"Huh?" Zhang Manman was stunned, "Teacher, please don't joke. There's no one named Zhang Muzhi in our family genealogy."

"Genealogies can't always be trusted, especially since most of the genealogies that have been preserved were revised during the Ming and Qing Dynasty and hold no reference value.

In this era, it was common for some people to be left out, not having their names written in the family genealogy," Zhao Xinglong explained slowly, "The history manifested in the Taixu Illusory Realm, its characters, are derived from collected real information and cannot be wrong; his genes belong to your Zhang family lineage."

Born into this world,

perhaps never leaving a name in history, nor deeds, but the universe had already recorded their traces of existence.

Ordinary people might not notice, but the Taixu Illusory Realm of Ming Lun is capable of extracting all information from the universe, thus materializing it from the ethereal into the tangible.

Since Zhao Xinglong said that Zhang Muzhi was related to the Zhang family, there must be a blood relation.

Thus, Zhang Manman accepted this setting as well.

Meanwhile, Zhang Muzhi also introduced his son, Xiao Liuzi, to the mayor's wife.

Upon learning that Zhang Muzhi had a son, the smile on the mayor's wife's face disappeared, becoming deeper, even with a hint of suspicion, "You face life and death and still bring your son along?"

Zhang Muzhi spoke cheerfully, "This is my comrade's son, he died, and now Xiao Liuzi is my own son."

"This Zhang Muzhi, he's the real protagonist, isn't he?" Su Jie suddenly asked Zhao Xinglong.

"Oh? What makes you say that?" Zhao Xinglong's lips curved slightly.

"His martial skills are not bad. In this era, to become a bandit, aside from skill, one also needs to have courage," analyzed Su Jie, "Moreover, he possesses a gentleness that ordinary bandits lack, his real affection for that little boy, the tenderness in his eyes, it isn't feigned."