"What do you think of Zhang Jie?"
"Oh."
Sun Wukong chuckled, "I thought you would ask about my situation."
"You do have issues, but they lie in your strength, so I don't need to ask," Chu Xuan said perceptively. "But Zhang Jie is different. He's been through five scenarios and is just a bit stronger than Li Xiaoyi, having caught up within these three years of redemption."
No matter how he thought about it, it didn't make sense.
"Nightmare on Elm Street 1, Scream 2, Final Destination 1—these three movies are the kinds Zhang Jie experienced on his own. Based on his experiences, his physical strength isn't strong, which I can understand, since all these events defy scientific explanation."
"Having gone through these, he should have strengthened his spirit."
"However, in Alien and Biohazard over these three years, he showed no manifestation of spiritual strength, but instead acquired a Desert Eagle with endless bullets—only normal bullets, not spiritual ones."
