I'm not mentally ill, I'm a master of a thousand faces!

Chapter 370, The Meaning Behind Absurd Humor

At this moment.

Filming is still ongoing.

The film "Let the Bullets Fly" is full of humor and wit, and it is a perfect example of this.

Behind the humorous moments.

The absurdity and darkness hidden within.

The wife died, and Liu Jialing's scenes were finished.

Then Master Tang died, leaving him with most of his backside hanging in the air. It's said that a dying man's words are kind, and this wavering fellow finally made his choice.

He said.

Let's go.

You can't beat Huang Silang.

If you fight Huang Silang, you'll only end up dead.

You can't fight against these old interest groups.

There's no need to waste your precious life on something like this.

Your struggle has now come to an end, and we have so much money.

I have five more appointment letters for county magistrates here, just enough for the five of you to become county magistrates.

Go away, and don't come back.

Then the advisor died.

His scenes were now finished.

The deaths of the characters in "Let the Bullets Fly" were not heroic.

Only absurdity

The shock of the absurd to the point of being bizarre

"I'm reluctant to leave. I'll watch the last scene before I go."

After finishing his scenes, Ge You didn't rush to leave this world, which was still in the realm of "Let the Bullets Fly".

He felt an overwhelming sense of reluctance to part with it.

Suddenly, I realized that so much time had passed here.

But it also feels like half a lifetime has passed.

I've spent half my life in this world where bullets fly.

His humor is absurd and whimsical, but behind this absurdity lies a desolate landscape.

How many bowls of noodles did Liu Zi eat?

The people don't care.

They just wanted to watch the show; they didn't care about the truth.

When Liu Zi disemboweled himself.

There was only one bowl of noodles in the bowl.

The public will just say "oh".

It turned out there really was only one bowl of noodles, and then they dispersed in a panic. This is probably what they call a mob.

A scathing satire of the mob.

This filming method impressed those present.

Most people don't think there's anything wrong with it.

Because that's just how it is.

Because that's what a mob is.

Others are high above, while the people are lowly.

This kind of biting criticism is often hidden behind humor.

Ge You still wants to watch.

Liu Jialing also wants to watch it.

I want to see what kind of ending they will have in the end; perhaps it's already written in the script.

But in the end, we still have to see.

I wanted to see Huang Silang's fate for myself.

We can't lose.

How would I say I lost?

Huang Silang was full of confidence and had wiped out most of Zhang Mazi's men.

What can he use to fight me now?

"You have nothing now, what makes you think you can fight me? You're dead meat, County Magistrate! Hahahaha! Fight me? In your next life!"

At this point, Huang Silang was extremely arrogant.

They had impregnable fortifications and cavalry support that they could call upon.

It can be said that he has gathered all the elements that should lead to victory.

It can be said that victory was already a foregone conclusion at this point.

He couldn't figure it out.

What can possibly stop me from winning?

Apart from Zhang Muzhi himself, no one believed he could win.

Even those brothers, most of whom are still loyal to Zhang Muzhi to this day.

I don't believe it either.

They also didn't believe that Zhang Muzhi had any factors that would allow him to win.

We can't win.

"It seems Mr. Huang is now confident of victory. Well then, I, Zhang, congratulate you in advance."

Zhang Muzhi smiled slightly and said, "Although the odds of winning are slim, I am confident that I still have a 10% chance of success."

A 10% chance of winning.

That's practically the same as courting death.

Huang Silang laughed heartily, preparing to reap the rewards of victory.

"Believe in the victory I lead."

At this moment, Zhang Muzhi looked at Li Yun.

Li Yun neither confirmed nor denied this.

I've read the script.

It was indeed your victory.

But can we say that the victory was led by you?

Even Li Yun wanted to know the answer to this question.

The climax of Let the Bullets Fly.

This is also the moment when Zhang Muzhi's divinity shines brightest.

What method will he use to win?

Because of anger.

Use anger.

Gun in hand, follow me.

Zhang Muzhi's statement was about guiding the masses.

A vast ocean of mobilizing the masses.

It was launched from the perspective of armed struggle, and the fruits of victory were achieved.

He distributed guns to the people.

But the ignorant masses did not follow them at first.

They dare not.

Therefore, there needs to be a sage like Zhang Muzhi to guide them.

The sage has compassion.

Great people are great.

Leading the ignorant masses to victory.

This is the hymn sung in the original version of Let the Bullets Fly.

A love letter to a great man.

But Li Yun.

I don't want it to be like this.

Or rather, the love letter in my mind is not like this.

My "Let the Bullets Fly" game.

Fly for a while.

Originally, when Zhang Muzhi shouted "Gun in hand, follow me!" no one responded. It was only after a series of persuasion efforts that the ignorant masses were willing to follow.

"We are not slaves!"

Somehow, someone in the crowd shouted out this sentence.

Even Zhang Muzhi's face showed a hint of surprise.

These people, aren't they all going with whoever wins? Aren't they waiting for my guidance?

"We are not slaves!"

"Kill Shiro! Kill Shiro!"

"Give me back my son's life!"

The people are numb.

They were numb.

But at this point they became angry.

When anger flows through them.

This was an emotion that no one, including Huang Silang and Zhang Muzhi, could have imagined.

They are different from those in the script.

Yes.

This is not a script.

This is the choice Li Yun made.

It's not just the awesome lead actors who are immersed in their roles, but also the extras; they are also part of this world.

They can also take the lead.

They are also capable of making their own choices.

Li Yun then handed over this right to the extras.

You represent the masses, a group that is ignorant and backward within the elite, and that needs great people to guide, pity, lead, and sacrifice for them.

People always view them from a superior perspective.

But Li Yun is not an option.

Li Yun doesn't have that innate sense of superiority that comes with being part of the elite group. I climbed up from the bottom and I might become Huang Silang.

Why can't I become Zhang Muzhi?

What happened next for them.

What kind of choice will they make?

The answer is anger.

It will make me angry.

Huang Silang has been tyrannical for so many years, and the two major families have been exploiting this place for so many years, selling Chinese people to the United States as laborers. Their sins are insatiable.

It's all in their bones.

The people's path does not need to be deliberately guided.

Life will find a way out.

At this moment, in Li Yun's eyes, all the people in front of him dressed in coarse linen clothes had become Zhang Muzhi.

Heroes also come from the masses!

(End of this chapter)