Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

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"From a female perspective, considering the darkness behind that era, the description is very objective..."

Zhang Manman was so captivated that she couldn't help wanting to take notes for inspiration, but in the end, she resisted and asked a question, "Has your way of looking at issues already transcended gender?"

In this report, Zhang Manman not only saw Su Jie's depiction of the era but also perceived Su Jie's own thoughts, which had reached an extraordinarily high level.

Beyond gender, and even beyond race and nationality.

"It's not that exaggerated. After all, I'm still human. To break through my own spirit and look at issues from a higher perspective, I don't yet have that qualification," Su Jie said with a self-deprecating smile.

Although he indeed held such views, he hadn't yet achieved the ability to stand at that height, and so he could only talk about it in theory.

He was still far from the level of Principal Ming Lun and the vice principal.

"At least you think in such a way; you have a goal for the future," Zhang Manman said with a mix of jealousy and admiration.

"Don't you have goals?" Su Jie countered.

"Of course, I do, but compared to your thoughts, my goals seem somewhat narrow. They're just about surviving, getting stronger, and then living a better life," Zhang Manman said, mocking herself.

"Don't belittle yourself. That is the essence of life," Su Jie said earnestly.

"Is that so?" Zhang Manman said. "The purpose of biological existence is to pass on one's genes continuously. Yet, it seems as though intelligence was an accident. Because of it, certain people choose to give up their lives for various reasons, whether out of depression or a sense of justice."

"Isn't that a bit contradictory?"

In Su Jie's eyes, Zhang Manman was originally a clear crystal. Now, however, she seemed to be gradually tainted with impurities.

She was confused.

While by Su Jie's side, she always became adept at contemplation, her mind clouded with an array of thoughts, making her heart no longer clear, but more like a person with rich emotions.

"Still your mind."

With a soft command from Su Jie, Zhang Manman held her thoughts in check, and the crystal heart shone once again with its brilliant transparency.

"Whew—"

Zhang Manman took a deep breath, staring into Su Jie's eyes, she asked, "What's going on? I didn't use to be so sentimental."

"It's probably because the gap in vitality between us is too great. Even if I restrain my aura, you can't resist it, and you use this as a means to temper your spirit," Su Jie explained.

"You knew?"

Zhang Manman had been staying with Su Jie, also because his constant emanation of all sorts of thoughts could affect her amidst the clarity, and she used this to hone her spirit.

"Well, friends tend to understand each other quite well," Su Jie said with a smile, nonchalantly.

"I feel like I'm understanding you less and less," Zhang Manman shook her head dejectedly. "Perhaps, you'll break through the prenatal stage soon, while I have to cultivate slowly."

While they were talking, both turned their gaze to Chen Tian Yuzi, who had taken advantage of Zhang Manman's inattention to grab Su Jie's report homework and was scrutinizing it intently, utterly engrossed.

Well, the only thing this guy was thinking about was copying homework.

That was a form of unique simplicity.

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In the afternoon.

The county office.

Zhang Muzhi summoned Su Jie and the others, briefly narrating Huang's invitation to the banquet, which turned out to be a complete success without much to mention. However, afterwards, Huang told him that he had gone to the county city to ask Liu to intervene.

"If Liu gets involved, we might suffer a great deal," Ma Bangde worriedly said, his shabby face showing urgency. "Should we run? I actually bought the positions of four county heads; we could go to another county office to take office."

Zhang Muzhi glanced at Ma Bangde and was silent, looking to Su Jie for an opinion—stay or go?

After all, if Liu really came, he would be out of options. Those were armed troops, and they were not comparable.

To Zhang Muzhi, even if Su Jie and the others could withstand bullets, they couldn't withstand cannons. With one shot of the cannon, all were equal.

"Liu will not come," Su Jie cut in decisively.

"Why are you so certain?" Ma Bangde was displeased. He knew of Su Jie and others' prowess, but he was just an ordinary man; a small bullet could end his life.

"Huang is Liu's main support, but he has been embezzling on his own. The previous county heads were also killed by him. If Liu were really going to come, he wouldn't have waited until now," Su Jie analyzed.

"Liu has already given up on Huang," Zhang Muzhi, a smart man, immediately realized this point.

"Exactly," Su Jie said with a smile. "Huang was smuggling opium for Liu, but he has cut off Liu's leg himself. Could Liu not know?"

Ma Bangde and others fell silent.

One capable of becoming a military commander would not be a fool and would surely know of Huang's self-serving deeds.

But why not come to punish?

With Liu's ability, he needn't care whether Huang held any dirt on him. He could simply annihilate Goose City outright; there was no need for complications.

But Liu did not come.

So there were a few possibilities:

First, Liu was preoccupied with other matters and had no time to deal with Huang.

Second, Liu was already finished, but the news hadn't reached this region yet, so neither Huang nor they knew about it. For a better reading experience, visit M(VLEMPYR).

Third, the so-called Liu was just a figure fabricated by Huang. After all, Ma Bangde, having traveled near and far, heard Liu's name but couldn't be sure exactly who he was. He knew of Liu's existence only after inquiring in Goose City, having only known about the dangers of the city beforehand.

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Fourth, does Huang really hold a trump card that deterred Liu from laying a hand on him?

A few of them discussed it and felt that the first and fourth possibilities were more likely.

However, whatever the case, they did not need to worry about Liu's downfall.

"So what do we do now?" Old Seven asked, "How do we defeat Huang?"

Zhang Muzhi said to Su Jie, "I have an idea, what do you think, brother?"

Su Jie: "Let's hear it."

Zhang Muzhi: "I will set up six 'Wanmin Umbrellas' at the city gate, distribute silver and weapons on the streets, and give the people the power to resist. Then, with a wave of our arms, we can move them to overthrow Huang."

Su Jie watched Zhang Muzhi quietly.

For quite a while.

Zhang Muzhi's scalp tingled slightly, "What's wrong?"

Su Jie smiled, "Nothing, it's a good plan. Let's do it. But I reckon we'll need to use that body double."

Zhang Muzhi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Good, then that's what we'll do."

So, in the next five days, Zhang Muzhi and the others scattered silver and threw out guns and ammunition, all of which were picked up by the civilians.

Yet the silver they picked up was collected back by several carts sent by Huang, and the civilians on both sides of the streets dared not hoard it.

But the firearms were secretly kept by the civilians.

This unsettled Huang.

"Picking up silver is greed, seizing guns is rebellion. Do those lowlifes want to start an uprising?" Huang fumed in anger and unease, knowing if those lowlifes truly went mad, he would have no way out.

At that moment, atop the city gate, Zhang Muzhi revealed a confident smile, "Alright, we now have a sixty percent chance of winning. Second Brother, Fifth Brother, Fourth Brother, ride with me in the streets and call to arms!"

"Third Brother, Seventh Brother, go with Sister Hua and bring Huang's body double here. He's our insurance."

"Little brother Sun Mingyi, will you follow behind us?"

Su Jie nodded, "No problem."

The plan unfolded.

As Su Jie expected, even with their group of "Goose City people" joining in, the civilians in the city did not follow them; instead, they turned into shrinking turtles.

In the end, the ones who followed them to Huang's bunker were a flock of geese.

"Whoever wins, they help," Zhang Muzhi wasn't surprised, but he did feel somewhat disappointed, as if he now understood the reason behind the failure of the XH Revolution twenty years ago.

If this mindset didn't change, even if he got the city's civilians to take up arms and join them, all they could overthrow was just Huang.

[That's enough, at least, it allowed the people of Goose City to make a move to resist.]

In front of the bunkhouse, the gates were tightly closed.

Zhang Muzhi and others did not cease firing, the sound of gunfire echoing throughout Goose City.

Su Jie and his people could have broken in, but they didn't, because this wasn't about individual heroism, but to inspire the civilians to rise up and rebel.

"Has the body double arrived?" Zhang Muzhi asked as Hua approached.

"He's here, Big Brother." Third Brother and Seventh Brother brought Huang's body double over.

"Good."

Zhang Muzhi immediately ceased fire, bound Huang, and took him back to Goose City's square with great fanfare, making sure all the civilians saw and then publicly executed Huang in front of them.

Instantly, everyone in the city knew Huang was dead!

Although it was only Huang's double who perished, in everyone's eyes, the one who died was the real Huang, and the one inside the bunker was the double.

Thus, the wealth inside the bunker belonged to them!

In an instant, everyone was shouting that Zhang Muzhi was the upright official, charging toward Huang's bunker, holding firearms, baring their chests, and the mass of people made the family retainers inside Huang's bunker realize the severity of the situation.

So, they too joined the ranks of the "rebels."

Huang: "..."

It seemed as if everything had settled.

Finally, the "double" Huang was brought before Zhang Muzhi, his face no longer arrogant, just anxious.

"...Without you, it's very important to me."

Zhang Muzhi's gaze was calm, as though he held no deep hatred towards Huang, but in the end, he still calmly spoke those words.

Huang's heart trembled, then he returned to his own tower.

"Scholar." Zhang Muzhi stopped the obsequious martial scholar, pointing to Huang on the tower, "Give him a gun and let him die with dignity. If he refuses dignity, help him find it."

"Understood!" The martial scholar hurriedly ran into the bunker.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and the martial scholar found his dignity.

Zhang Muzhi murmured, "Sixth, I have finally avenged you."