Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 12 The Crime Doesn't Deserve This

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with your body?"

Pushing open the door, she looked at Mo Wunian, whose expression seemed a little off, and asked him with concern.

Not long ago, he went out and dragged all the corpses hanging from the rafters out to bury them, and also disposed of Xia Cai's remains.

After all, the other person was one of his soldiers when he was alive.

Although he almost killed him and that person after turning into a phantom image.

But it was only because of the afterimage that it turned into that form—perhaps also because of an obsession with itself.

One man rolled up his sleeves, dug a large hole, and filled everyone inside. Just as it was about to rain, he returned. The first thing he saw was Mo Wunian's pained yet conflicted gaze.

But the moment the other person saw me, the pain in their eyes instantly turned into determination—as if they were about to do something for me again.

"..."

He lowered his gaze, his eyes filled with darkness—if he could, he wished the other person would make a request of him.

Being saved at the risk of his life time and time again, and receiving preferential treatment repeatedly... only made him feel fearful and uneasy.

Seeing the other person enter, Mo Wunian quickly made room for them, patting the bed to indicate that they should sit down.

"It's okay, it's been fine for a long time. I feel like I'm okay again."

"Come and sit down too."

Seeing that radiant smile, Ge Shulin walked over and sat down beside the other person, behaving himself obediently.

Seeing this situation, Mo Wunian only felt a headache coming on—he had originally wanted to try to gradually extract some information from the other party and then slowly guide them.

But judging from this situation... the more cautiously I inquire, the more counterproductive it will likely be.

Or maybe he should just be direct. He believed that as long as he didn't ask any particularly personal questions, the other person would answer them.

"Little White..."

"It's the thing that kidnapped you back then... It looks very familiar..."

Upon hearing that this was the matter being inquired about, Ge Shulin nodded and then recounted his past in detail.

"Xia Cai, a member of the logistics department."

"She was also one of the few women in the team I led."

"She... has always been one of the most composed people in my team."

"...But I really didn't expect her to have those kinds of thoughts about me."

There was no other way; the battle was simply too urgent, so he could only focus most of his thinking time on how to deal with the Lord of the Formless Blaze.

His prevailing view at the time was to stop war with force, which naturally led to a bias against the weak.

The remaining time was spent observing whether each person's condition would affect the operation—remembering everyone's name under those circumstances already showed his serious attitude.

Not to mention that although he's in his twenties, he's still a complete novice when it comes to relationships.

Upon hearing this, Mo Wunian remarked—"As expected, handsome people lack self-awareness."

He was the same.

"This isn't your fault; it just goes to show that you can't force things when it comes to feelings."

"You've made everyone else so repressed that they've become yandere; you're really quite oblivious."

Suddenly, I remembered those amazing things that happened during my college years—like when I made a bet with someone that I'd win over the most beautiful girl in the department and marry her.

Just as they confirmed their target, they heard that someone had been stabbed by the most beautiful girl in the department.

It turned out that the school heartthrob had officially announced he had a girlfriend, and the department beauty had liked him for many years. In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and attacked him.

After that, he lost all interest in dating, and throughout college he became timid and submissive, never daring to pursue women again.

As Ge Shulin watched the other person's expression constantly change, unable to fathom the thoughts in front of him, he could only lower his head, grip the bed sheet tightly, and wonder if he had said something wrong.

But then her hand was gently grasped by another hand, and when she turned her head, she only saw those smiling eyes.

"What? Even a dignified general has become so sensitive?"

He patted Ge Shulin on the head and began searching his mind for the few plot points he had actually experienced.

Then the more I thought about it, the angrier I got, and the more I wanted to curse—damn copywriting team!

He had no idea what would happen next, and how the copywriter could possibly make it all work.

The general who fought and died on the front lines was branded with a crime that was "too numerous to count."

Although he admitted that the other party was wrong, the phrase "too numerous to record" can only describe facts or events, not people!

Not to mention, it's not even worth wearing that hat.

Another general he also admired during the mission was Ji Yan. He was even branded a deserter because of the way the document was handled.

He could sense that the copywriter intended to portray two generals as different yet equally outstanding, but unfortunately, his writing was so poor that he couldn't produce anything worthwhile.

This resulted in a lot of injustice being leveled against Geshulin, and the characterization of Ji Yan's fellow questline members was better than that of the main characters.

A perfectly favorable situation is only resolved when it turns into a losing one before the story unfolds properly.

"Stupid copywriting..."

The person both generals admired was about to shatter—he was already on his way to shattering.

I can't even imagine what kind of comments will appear in those comment sections?

"You don't need to call me by that old name anymore..."

"Right now... I'm afraid I'd be considered a sinner over there."

"..."

Mo Wunian didn't know what to say. Should he tell the other person that his guess was indeed correct?

"Xiao Bai, although I know nothing about that war and don't know exactly what happened..."

"But... I've known you for a few months now, so I have a general idea of ​​what kind of person you are."

"Even if there were some mistakes in command, it certainly doesn't warrant being labeled a sinner."

He's never really liked those kinds of rhythms—perhaps he used to complain about the plot or criticize the characters to some extent.

However, after personally interacting with each person, you'll discover many differences from the original storyline. You'll learn a lot that wasn't explained in the game.

After experiencing it firsthand, he wanted to face everything with his own attitude.

He sighed softly, then looked firmly at the other person.

"From what I understand, the Lord of the Formless Blaze absorbs weapons and continuously grows stronger."

"And under the influence of the retrograde rain, illusions will become a real existence."

"The realization came too late; in that situation, there was no way to retreat..."

Ge Shulin stared at the person before him in disbelief, his eyes wide, his mind a complete blank. But Mo Wunian had indeed leaned down and moved closer to him.

"But how can someone who leads from the front, willing to burn himself to protect the country, not be worthy of the title of general?"

"Geshulin—this is the first time I've seriously called your name."

"...You better pull yourself together, kid!"

More than anyone else, he wanted the other person to go back to how they used to be! Heaven knows how painful it was for him to see the other person so cautiously trying to please him!

You see, whether it's the person seen in the Ji Yan PV or the PV that appears during the storyline—in his mind, that person should be as arrogant as they were when they first met.

He was filled with remorse; he felt he deserved to die!

He held him in his arms, leaning on his shoulder, his face showing a mixture of amusement and distress.

"..."

Feeling that warmth, I seemed to be touched. But the next moment, the sound of rain falling on the floor could be heard in the quiet room.

"...Mo Wunian"

"It's raining"

Seeing that the other person had broken free and was heading towards the door, he didn't care about anything else and hurriedly followed.

Seeing Ge Shulin standing silently in the rain, he was about to say something when he only saw some white figures appear there.

"..."

He almost forgot that almost all the rain here is upstream rain.

Looking at the group of white figures moving in an orderly and well-organized manner, and then at the people who were almost soaked through in the rain, I went back to my room to get an umbrella, and then stood in the rain as well.

At this moment, Geshulin once again fell into a hallucination—but this time he did so willingly.

"With General Geshu here, we're sure to win this battle..."

"That's for sure... General Geshu is very strong..."

"This time we will definitely be able to reclaim our lost territory... and protect Jinzhou..."

Standing in the middle of the crowd, he saw himself high above—the same self he was before he set off for the war.

He had already won countless battles before this, and now only this one was needed to achieve their long-held goal—everyone thought they would win this time.

But then, that torrential downpour that flowed against the current appeared...

I initially thought it was just like any other place, nothing more than an illusion.

He ignored the warning from the medic who was with him, and pointed his sword straight into the distance, the bright red tassel standing out even more against the rain.

But this time he misjudged the situation: his team was surrounded by countless illusions, which turned into reality, resulting in heavy losses.

But being on the front lines, he knew that if he didn't stop the rain from spreading, the consequences would be far more dire than what they were already facing.

"There are too many remnants... We can't hold on any longer..."

"We can't finish this off... The defenses have been breached..."

"Can we really still win...? We're dead... We're all dead..."

Everyone around was crying; blood and tears mingled with the rain, burying countless people.

His own unwavering command to uphold the law led to the deaths of countless people.

"Will the general return... in three days..."

"It's been three whole days! An army of tens of thousands... only this much is left..."

"The adjutant is dead... the lieutenant general is dead... even the squad leader has announced he will not return from the front lines..."

"There's no hope! No more reinforcements will arrive!"

"Nothing can be defended... Everyone will die here..."

"Woo..."

He witnessed what had happened during the three days he was away: after he left, the swirling rain behind him exhibited the same effect as before.

The remaining people had to deal with an average of a dozen or even dozens of remaining elephants just to barely repel the attack.

Most people didn't share this sentiment; countless others collapsed to the ground in grief and anger, their remains fading into nothingness. They turned their weapons against the very land they had once sworn to protect...

If things continue like this, this intelligence might not even be able to be brought back to Jinzhou for future preparations.

Turning his head, he saw the military doctor who had previously advised him talking to another person.

He couldn't hear their conversation clearly; he only saw the short-haired man firmly pat the other's shoulder, pick up his sword, and walk out...

The more he looked at that person's figure, the more familiar it became to him. Gradually, he watched the figure change little by little, transforming into something else entirely...

"I have never regretted walking through the long night."

"Ji Yan, I'm leaving you to it."

"!"