Chapter 56

Seeing Zhang Yueshan's big reaction, Yin Yin Nanfeng let out a sneer.

"Sit down, could it be that anyone who has a Zhang Qilin tattoo on their body and good sword technique is a member of your Zhang family?"

"Besides, this storyteller didn't say that the Miao leader's Zhang Qilin tattoo appeared suddenly."

"This shows that it's different from your Zhang family's tattoo."

Zhang Yueshan looked at her and said: "Do you believe this storyteller so much, thinking he knows everything?"

Yin Yin Nanfeng gathered her hair, full of charm.

"Whether he knows everything, I'm not sure, but he certainly knows that your Zhang family's tattoo is not ordinary."

"Since he knows, if this Miao leader has a special identity, Mr. Zhang will definitely say it!"

Zhang Yueshan looked at Yin Yin Nanfeng suspiciously.

He always felt that after Yin Yin Nanfeng had the idea of inviting Zhang Lin to tell stories at the Crescent Hotel, her perception of Zhang Lin had changed.

Could this be the legendary fickleness of women?

Although Zhang Lin felt this Miao leader had a special identity, Zhang Lin would not take the initiative to ask Zhang Lin about it.

The Zhang family of the Northeast had long since scattered, so it was entirely possible for one to appear in a Miao village in Guangxi.

The audience was cheering for Chen Pi’s retribution.

Yet, Old Lady Huo could not help but sigh.

"Sigh, this man Chen Pi... he is a complicated case."

"Once you have lived long enough, you realize there is no such thing as absolute good or evil in this world."

"When Blackie Six was tomb raiding in Old Old Changsha, he didn't shy away from murder and looting."

"But this storyteller promoted the past deeds of Blackie Six by the Jinshajiang, elevating his reputation as a hero."

"It has caused the most despised madman of the Nine Gates to be noticed and liked by so many."

"It truly is as they say: a storyteller’s tongue can turn black into white."

Old Lady Huo had lived a lifetime; though she understood these truths, she could not summarize them so succinctly.

This was, in fact, the power of propaganda.

People often only empathize with things that appear true, good, and beautiful.

Anything, as long as a touch of artistic color is added to it, will have its very nature transformed.

Blackie Six’s affairs by the Jinshajiang were, to put it bluntly, internal gang conflicts.

They were filled with blood and darkness; if the audience had to learn about them on their own, they would surely scroll past without a glance.

But after Zhang Lin’s artistic processing, the internal gang strife was suddenly imbued with a tragic, romantic hue!

If it could be done for Blackie Six, it could certainly be done for Chen Pi!

Don’t look at how the audience currently grinds their teeth in hatred for Chen Pi.

As long as Zhang Lin told the story of Chen Pi’s youth, when he would kill a man for a hundred coins along the coast,

these people would immediately change their perspective on him.

Some might even feel that the later, indiscriminately murderous Chen Pi was actually a pitiable man.

This was the charm of storytelling, and the ultimate goal Zhang Lin pursued as a storyteller!

It was to control the audience’s emotions at every moment, making them cry or laugh along with his story!

Only in this way could the storytelling points in his system grow faster!

……

Knowing that Chen Pi had been blinded by the Miao leader and handed over to the authorities to be locked up,

and that even the Eight Treasures Box had been confiscated by the authorities as a cultural relic,

Chen Pi had gone to such great lengths, only to end up with nothing and lose a pair of eyes to boot.

The audience felt it was deeply satisfying!

At this moment, someone began to call out.

"Mr. Zhang, this Chen Pi has done so many evil things, this bit of retribution is not enough!"

"I agree, he killed so many people, slaughtering villages and wiping out families; just losing his eyes is letting him off easy!"

"If you ask me, he should have paid with his life. To think he was released after only a few years—it’s truly unfair."

Hearing the audience chime in one after another to condemn Chen Pi,

Zhang Lin smiled and then said, "Old Chen Pi is actually quite lucky. For such a major incident, he only lost his eyes."

"To be able to walk away unscathed even after being locked up—perhaps this is the karmic reward for the only good deed he did in his youth by the coastal river."

Hearing this, the audience was shocked!

Chen Pi could do good deeds?

The sun must be rising in the west!

Chen Pi was clearly a guy who would shake an egg until the yolk broke; slaughtering villages and families was his daily routine.

No one believed such a person could do good!

Could it be that the Nine Gates had such high standards for picking people that they could spot the only glimmer of light in a villain, which is why they placed Chen Pi in the Lower Three Gates?

Seeing the audience full of curiosity,

Zhang Lin said, "I told you all before, Chen Pi had two legendary deeds in his life."

"One was the treasure theft at the Mirror Palace; although he lost his eyes, he still made it out alive."

"The other was his heroic act in his youth, at a dilapidated temple in the coastal region, where he hung a sign: 'One hundred coins to kill a man'!"

"Human nature is complex. You might as well listen to what this great villain of the Nine Gates was like in his youth."

"Perhaps after hearing this, you will change your view of Chen Pi?"

These words instantly ignited the audience’s contrarian spirit.

They wanted to see what kind of good deed a man so treacherous and murderous could possibly do.

And how it could be something a storyteller would talk about with such relish!

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