Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 85 The Legend of the Blind Man

And so, the plan to bring the legendary Undying King back to the battlefield officially began.

After being discharged from the hospital, it took me half a year to get used to my senses. From initially bumping into walls wherever I went, I can now sense people arguing from 800 meters away, which is a qualitative leap.

After he was no longer worried about these things, he spent several more months pestering and finally convinced Ji Yan and his group to let him try helping out on the rear lines.

Although... his handwriting now looks like a dog's crawl.

Losing your sight definitely has an impact.

Moreover, ever since he returned to the military camp, he has noticed that small items would occasionally appear at his door.

Sometimes it's food, sometimes it's medicine, and sometimes I even receive flowers—

Anyway, he felt both helpless and touched, and he had to find each person one by one to thank them.

Ye Guijun, who has been taken care of by the other party for so long: No need! Really, no need!

Mo Wunian, who is blind but always has an accurate sense of spotting people: That won't do, keep it.

Although the people around him always try to stop him from going to the front line, he will prove that he has the ability and will not be a burden: he will start from the bottom and work his way up, so don't underestimate him!

Here I am, baby. Six months of intensive military training—don't be afraid with me here! ( )

The military headquarters receives a frontline application every day: ...

Yan Yan, who was truly trained and tested according to the strictest regulations: ...

The veteran, who was completely overwhelmed by Mo Wunian: ...

The recruits, their confidence shattered: ...

Finally, someone who had once again secured a spot on the front lines smiled with satisfaction.

A year or two is but a fleeting moment in his dark world.

Anyway, after returning to the front lines, people kept asking him why he was so persistent. Whenever this happened, he could only helplessly put down his pen, ponder, and then speak.

"So that we can see more people moving towards tomorrow."

[To prevent this fate from repeating itself]

He could already guess what Mo Wunian might have gone through: repeatedly trying to pull others back in a hopeless cycle, only to be powerless to do so...

Such despair is indeed... If it were him, he would probably have gone mad long ago.

No wonder the other party is always thinking about having more power and fame. If he hadn't been strong enough to protect the people around him in the past...

Those who look north, those who look south, and even those who are jealous of flames will all leave because of this...

As for reputation? Without sufficient prestige to support his actions... how could he possibly change the outcomes?

Mo Wunian was truly searching for that elusive glimmer of hope amidst despair.

However, now that Mo Wunian is here, as long as he is still alive, those things will absolutely not be allowed to happen.

"Mo Wunian... Mo Wunian..."

He could sense a very unusual connection between that name and himself; it felt like himself, yet it wasn't himself—

It is both a grave of the past and a new future.

"Mo Wunian...may you rest in peace."

Leave the rest to him.

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"It's been over two years, I know this road by heart..."

"It really won't be like at the beginning, where I kept hitting walls."

"Avoid fire... there's really no need for you to be so close to me."

Walking down the street, I shook my head helplessly, turned my head to the side, and sensed the sigh of the person next to me who was already taller than me.

"……Um"

Noticing that the person next to him had moved a tiny bit further away, but only a tiny bit, he could only roll his eyes—eyes that were practically useless—and remain silent.

Where did this child learn these bad habits?

He always refuses to admit his good deeds. Several years ago, during the Battle of Yunling Valley, he led his team to hold off the main force for three days while his commander was killed in action, which was such a great achievement, yet he still doesn't want to acknowledge it!

Did he even consider switching careers and joining the medical department entirely, thus going astray?

Fortunately, he noticed early and managed to catch the kid before he could shirk his responsibility and ask him about the situation.

He was shocked to learn that the reason he was doing this was because he had lost his sight while saving the other person and felt unworthy of it!

This really made him laugh, and he had to give the other person psychological counseling overnight to make them change their mind.

Sigh, I guess if things don't work out in the future I'll have to become a psychologist.

"By the way, have you bought everything? I heard this military get-together is going to be quite big."

"Almost all departments have to participate."

"Yes, I've bought everything. I can go back anytime."

Nearly two years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Ji Yan has turned 16. Although he still retains some of the naivety of three years later, a mature and steady aura has quietly blossomed, and the gap between them is no longer so obvious.

He glanced at the list in his hand, crossed out the last item, nodded, and smiled at Mo Wunian, who was now shorter than him.

But when he met those eyes that had lost their luster, he could only look away indifferently, unable to utter another word.

"Let's go back then, it's almost evening."

"Hopefully, this pre-battle meeting won't cause any more trouble than the last one..."

"Nan Chui is really something... he filled 99% of the lottery boxes with first prizes..."

"Then I drew a 'Thank you for your patronage' card, and blatantly lied, insisting it was the first prize..."

"The other group of people are the same... they deliberately cheat in games just to lose to me... they're unbeatable..."

"I'm just blind, not stupid."

Recalling the experience of the last gathering, he felt speechless: especially when he couldn't keep up the act any longer and exposed everything, causing an uproar among those around him, he knew it definitely wasn't Nan Chui's idea alone.

Ji Yan, who also offered suggestions: ...

Watching Mo Wunian chatter incessantly the whole way, he felt utterly helpless, but there was nothing he could do about his teacher, so in the end he could only let that person be happy.

In the past six years, he has never stopped that person from doing what they truly wanted to do.

"You two are back! Did you buy everything you wanted?!"

"I've ordered it. I've spoken to a few stores, and it should be delivered soon."

"How are the preparations for the military camp going?"

"Everything's fine now! We've been waiting for you!"

Responding to the returning soldiers, my cousin had already taken care of her business. She looked up, sensing the commotion within the ranks, smiled, and then tugged at the sleeve of the person next to her.

"Let's go, this party won't be long..."

"A new round of battles is about to begin."

"It's a rare chance to relax."

The time was indeed almost up, and he estimated that the target of this recapture operation should be the stone statue that had been circling in Beiluoye for who knows how long:

A resurgence of the climax always needs to be suppressed.

But Geshu Lin, at least, had the guidance of the horn, and it seems he knew that to completely defeat his opponent, he could only wait for the chosen one three years later...

However, upon closer reflection, it doesn't seem surprising at all:

A monster that has taken countless comrades from you has finally revealed a weakness in front of you; even the smallest hope will tempt someone to try.

Not to mention, they had been in a winning position until the rain started.

"..."

Thinking about this, his feelings became somewhat complicated: after all, he was just someone with a slightly better omniscient perspective, and he had no confidence whatsoever in persuading that person.

If he didn't know how that battle would end...

He estimated that his choice was no different from that person's.

They might heed Ji Yan's suggestion to leave some men behind for defense, but they will definitely still lead the elite troops to charge forward.

"Teacher? What's wrong?"

"You looked like you were in a lot of pain just now."

Seeing the sudden change in the expression on the person beside him, Ji Yan looked over with some worry, but as expected, he received only one response.

"……fine"

"Let's go, the event should be starting soon..."

No sooner had he uttered those words than Ji Yan's terminal rang. He watched as the person beside him casually picked it up, glanced at it, frowned slightly, and then apologetically explained the situation.

"……Feel sorry"

"Something came up at the medical department, and they need me to go there and handle it..."

"I might be free a little later."

"……well"

"I know you're all grown up now and have things to do."

"Go ahead, go ahead, finish your work early and see if you have time to spend with me."

Over the years, he had gotten used to the other person being called away during their rest time; he had experienced this before he went blind.

I haven't encountered it since I went blind, and I don't know what happened.

He patted the person next to him on the shoulder, gave a few brief instructions, and then walked into the military camp.

"Hey! Brother Wunian, you've finally arrived!"

"I've been waiting for you forever, you're the only one missing!"

He was elbowed by Nan Chui as he charged at him, but it was definitely just a joke and not enough to knock him to the ground.

Just as I was about to reply, I heard a scream.

"Nan Chui! How many times have I told you!"

"You're about to be a team leader, how can you still be so reckless!"

"Hey... Beiwang, stop hitting me..."

"It hasn't been fixed yet..."

After sensing the direction, he realized it was indeed to the north. Somewhat helplessly, he went over and separated the two, trying to calm them down.

"It's no big deal."

You all know my situation.

"What activities have you prepared this time? Don't cause a lot of trouble like last time—"

Seeing the speechless expressions on the faces of those around them, Bei Wang and Nan Chui could only awkwardly look away and cough a few times.

"Cough cough cough... Brother Wunian definitely won't do it this time!"

"That kind of thing definitely won't happen again this time!"

You'd better be telling the truth.

He sat down with them, and he could sense that the things on the table resembled a card game.

"Come come come"

"This time I brought my own wine... Whoever loses has to drink it as a penalty."

"Hey, Nan Chui's finally decided to bring out some wine this time..."

"Then I must slaughter you without leaving a single piece of armor!"

I gathered with a few people, the cards were dealt quickly, I smiled slightly, and the activity began—

"No... let's play one more time!"

"...I refuse to believe I can't beat you all..."

"I was just unlucky this time... Next time, it definitely won't happen again..."

Nan Chui, Bei Wang, and a few others stared in silence at the pile of empty bottles around the man and the utterly drunk Mo Wunian.

"...Are you sure the probability we've calculated is primarily based on that person?"

"How many times has he lost... has he ever won?"

"...It seems like I've never won, and the odds don't seem wrong."

"Logically speaking, he should have been dealt the best cards..."

"Why are you doing so badly every time..."

Bei Wang looked suspiciously at Nan Chui, who was still fiddling with the machine, and voiced his doubts. The others nodded in agreement, indicating that the other party might have made a mistake again.

"...Are you kidding me?"

"It's already set to the highest level... Is Brother Wunian really that unlucky?!"

After repeatedly checking, Nan Chui was truly speechless: he never expected that person's luck to be so bad, not even getting a good card with a 99.9% probability.

"...What are you talking about?"

"Let's fight! Finish this drink before we have another!"

Mo Wunian can actually hold his liquor quite well; after all, as a former office worker, he often had to accompany his superiors.

But he really couldn't handle drinking so much in one go! Who knew he'd lose every single game he played for so long!

A delirious person casually picked up a bottle of liquor from the side, about to take a swig, when he suddenly realized he had already finished it.

He drank it all by himself.

"..."

"I'm going out to buy something..."

"Wait!!! It's so dark outside, it's not a good idea for you to go out and buy it in your condition..."

"If all else fails, go get a box from next door, and you can just draw any punishment you like..."

"The girls' group next door probably won't go too far."

Bei Wang quickly stopped the other party's behavior, then gestured for Nan Chui to go over there and take action. He looked down at the already drunk Mo Wu Nian and sighed helplessly.

"..."

It's fortunate that the other party didn't go on a drunken rampage, otherwise, apart from one or two people, who could have stopped them?

"Here it is! Here it is!"

"Just pick one at random."

Mo Wunian, already drunk: Receive command—

She reached in with her small hand and pulled out a small piece of paper. She checked it...

"Should we ask General Geshu if the other party has someone they like...?"

"That's easy! It's just for beginners, I'll be right back."

“?xN”

Everyone was shocked upon hearing this name. Bei Wang quickly snatched the note and read it; it was indeed true.

"...Nan Chui, where did you get that box?!"

"...Sister Xia Cai..."

"……no"

The next moment, everyone felt a gust of wind brush past them. They looked up abruptly and found that one of the drunkards had vanished. Instantly, the scene fell silent.

"...What do we do next?"

"General Geshu, it's not appropriate for us to go there..."

Someone spoke with a hint of helplessness and panic, glancing first at where Ge Shulin was, then turning to look at Bei Wang and Nan Chui, who were still lost in thought, unsure of what to do.

"What else can we do?! Go find Ji Yan!"

"Only he can persuade that person!"

The roar became the final sound of the game; as expected, yet another unexpected event occurred.