Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 80 Hallucination

Time flies like an arrow; three years have passed in the blink of an eye. During these three years, Mo Wunian has never stopped, participating in countless battles, almost without fail. And his reputation, like the rising sun in the east, has gradually climbed to its peak.

Anyway, there's a rumor in the army: if you encounter any problem you can't solve, just stand at the entrance of the broken camp and shout "Help me! Mo Wunian!" and a short but incredibly capable person will appear before you.

It's that person who's only 1.7 meters tall and hasn't grown any taller yet: ?

Moreover, it's not just his reputation within the military that has soured; he's also become extremely well-connected at the hospital.

Hospital: Dude, what brings you here again?

Mo Wunian (severely injured): I can't get there!

Every time I see that wounded man, I'm always at the forefront of the Night Return Army: ...

Ji Yan, who has gradually grown and begun to show his talent: ...

The tiny child who barely reached his shoulder has grown up, increasingly resembling the image in his memory, and already showing signs of becoming a general.

It's really fulfilling—after all, I raised them myself.

Of course, he couldn't have been without worries during those three years. In any case, two things still bother him to this day:

Firstly, he's already an adult and almost twenty! Yet he's still so short, even a centimeter shorter than before! Is it even possible for him to grow taller?!

He doesn't want to be this tall for two lifetimes!

Secondly, as time went by, his nightmares became more frequent and severe. He used to manage to find moments of peace, but now he is frequently awakened by terror shortly after falling asleep, tormenting his mind and body night after night.

It's fortunate he's a cultivator, so he doesn't need much rest; otherwise, he probably would have collapsed and died at his desk long ago.

But over time, he was also driven a bit neurotic by the torment—he went to the hospital countless times behind Ji Yan's back to get medication.

But he couldn't remember the details of his dream. Unlike previous dreams where he was killed, in his later dreams he could only see a sea of ​​blood, but the person wasn't himself—

But others

He seemed to see countless people who had passed through his life vanish before his eyes; he couldn't grasp any of them, and could only watch them all fade away.

Don't let them die.

Don't let them die anymore.

Don't let them die because of you anymore.

Those three sentences seemed to be etched into his bones, reminding him again and again.

But who are they? Why did they die? Why did they die because of him?

He knew nothing.

Even now, in his dreams he can only see a sea of ​​flowers, a tombstone, and a person.

Then, after making eye contact with myself, I woke up with a start.

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"Mo Wunian, how many times have you come to the hospital this month?"

"Psychotropic drugs are addictive and should not be used excessively."

Didn't you go to the psychologist I introduced you to last time?

Sitting in the room, looking at the man sitting opposite him sighing helplessly, Mo Wunian could only scratch his head helplessly and shrug his shoulders.

"Dr. Wei... I went to see the doctor you recommended..."

"But it's still the same as always."

"I only came because I couldn't bear it anymore, and the reason I came the previous times was to treat my wounds, wasn't it?"

The man named Wei An looked at the person in front of him who was completely unaware of the problem and truly didn't know what to say: He really wanted to teach this person who didn't cherish life a lesson.

"You've become so mentally unstable! If this continues, you won't be far from starting to hallucinate!"

"Give yourself a break..."

"If you continue like this, I will no longer keep it from Ji Yan and the others."

Someone who's been threatened yet again: ...

"Dr. Wei, you can't do this..."

"I'm resting too..."

"Besides, Ji Yan is in the prime of his career... I shouldn't bother him with my little matter..."

"If he found out, he'd probably be sticking to my side again."

"That's all I can ever reach in my life, but he can't..."

"If you want to rise any higher, you'll have to share a bed with General Geshu."

Wei An stared speechlessly at Mo Wunian, who was still laughing it off: Sometimes I really want to take apart that guy's brain and see what else is inside him besides that student.

Based on his current demonstrated strength and accumulated prestige, he could easily be considered the second-in-command in the military.

Why is this child so insecure?

"Cough cough cough... What are you saying, what are you saying..."

"I wouldn't dare to mess with General Geshu..."

"But speaking of which, it seems like another war is about to break out... and it looks like it's going to be quite large..."

"After all, I heard from the military that the overall commander this time is General Geshu..."

Upon hearing this, Wei An frowned, his gaze sweeping over Mo Wunian. Seeing the undisguised exhaustion on the other's face and the shocking scars on his left hand, he spoke again.

Don't tell me you're going again.

"You forgot what I just told you?"

"...I must go this time."

"I've told you before not to worry too much about Ji Yan."

"His abilities are among the best in the military... not to mention he's your student."

"Even if you have a contract with him... I remember he's almost fourteen, isn't he?"

"He's going to be fourteen..."

Upon hearing this, Mo Wunian, who had originally wanted to defend himself further, suddenly found himself speechless: "In the blink of an eye, that person is already fourteen years old..."

Don't let him die because of you.

"..."

"what happened?"

He shook his head calmly, without telling the other person what had just happened.

After all, he was used to seeing handwriting and such every now and then.

"fine"

I am aware of my situation.

"You know I don't even write my will before the war."

"I'm still looking forward to that child's fourteenth birthday."

"It's a good opportunity to take out some old photos and make a comparison."

You'd better know that.

Wei An rolled his eyes at Mo Wunian. Although he appeared to be disgusted with him, he was actually quite worried about this reckless person.

After all, this person has been a major client of the hospital for the past three years (crossed out).

"That's natural"

"Besides, the flowers are said to bloom beautifully this year."

"I want to go see it again."

After a brief exchange, just as I was about to continue the conversation, my communication device suddenly vibrated. I lightly touched the screen, my gaze quickly sweeping over the newly received message. My expression changed slightly, but I seemed unsurprised.

"Sure enough, it's here..."

"I have to go now, there's something urgent in the military. We'll talk again when I get back."

He waved goodbye to Wei An, casually tossed his medicine into his spatial storage, and replied to messages as he walked. He dashed into the military camp and immediately encountered several familiar faces.

"I'm not late, am I?"

"It's not too late, no need to rush."

Take care of your health.

He stopped and looked at Luo Hongbin, nodding slightly. Then he sat down and began to inquire about the current situation.

"Are you ready to retake Yunling Valley?"

"Yes"

"After all, Yunling Valley is a strategically important place, and not subjugating it would definitely not be a good thing for Jinzhou."

"We are now fully prepared for war, with General Geshu in command. We are hereby ordered to make our respective assignments."

"Isn't it easy to assign them? We've worked together for so many years..."

"We have unanimously decided to have you remain to guard the northern defense line."

"what?"

Sitting in his chair, ready to get up, pack his things, and head to the front lines, he was suddenly jolted by the water he had just drunk. He quickly looked up at the group of people and asked in surprise.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"That building was only newly constructed a year ago...all the equipment is top-of-the-line."

"Not to mention that their main task was to transmit intelligence."

"Where am I supposed to stay? In the past..."

In the past, he should have been sent to places where there were monsters to fight! Going to that location is like being stuck on high ground in a certain four-character game!

Just as he was about to get up and directly question the arrangement, Luo Hongbin's next words instantly interrupted his spellcasting.

"This is General Geshu's order."

"...?"

The words he was about to say were swallowed back, and he could only blink, looking around in utter confusion at the others who were even nodding in agreement.

"...Isn't General Geshu usually not involved in these distributions?"

"I don't know the specific reason either, I only heard that after General Geshu investigated the state of medical resources, he came out with a gloomy face and issued this order."

"..."

Could it be that he suffered too many injuries and used up all his resources, which is why he did this? If so, he could have easily concealed his wounds and used his talent to heal them...

In any case, the pain a thousand times greater was enough for him to control the negative buffs that came with using his talent.

You don't have to worry about hurting others because of this.

"...I'll go and have a talk with General Geshu."

"No need, that's roughly what we were thinking too."

"..."

Looking at the silent Mo Wunian, Luo Hongbin couldn't help but sigh again. He really didn't know how to evaluate this short, young boy who always wanted to shoulder the greatest burden.

"It's fine for you to stay there."

"You're naturally skilled at analysis and intelligence gathering. With your assistance, we might be able to transmit even more intelligence to the surrounding areas, thus saving even more people."

"From there, you can also better provide support to the surrounding area."

"Can……"

He tried to make another effort, but the others ignored his words and turned their heads away to do their own thing.

Mo Wunian: ...

Damn it! I'm going to take you to the authorities in Jinzhou!

That's what he thought in his heart, but since the arrangements were already made, he couldn't change anything: a higher rank can crush a lower one, the minority must submit to the majority… He was already overwhelmed with pressure.

"I see"

I will follow instructions.

"It's good that you understand."

"Speaking of Ji Yan..."

"I knew something was missing... Turns out you haven't mentioned your students yet."

"what……"

"That kid is no less capable than you. He's currently the captain of a squad, and his main task is to roam the battlefield and gather intelligence."

"Besides, he'll be fourteen soon, so you don't need to worry about the treaty anymore."

"Is that why I care about him?! It's because of..."

His future will be ruined in my hands.

"..."

His pupils dilated suddenly, his whole body trembled, and he stared intently at what was behind Luo Hongbin, his brows furrowed.

Don't make a decision you'll regret.

"What's wrong, Mo Wunian? You don't look well."

"……fine"

He shook his head, forcing himself to remain calm, but his gaze never left the figure in the doorway: the person was short, with short, jet-black hair, standing quietly, their eyes calmly fixed on him.

That was himself.

"...I'll go back and make preparations first."

"Contact me if you need anything."

After understanding the situation, he quickly left the military camp. He could still see that figure following behind him, haunting him like a ghost.

He pressed his temples, darted back to his room, slammed the door shut, and abruptly turned to face the person with the exact same features as himself, demanding an answer.

"Mo Wunian! What exactly do you want?"

"It's not enough that it's been tormenting me every time I fall asleep for three years."

"What are you doing at this crucial moment!"

It was fortunate that no one else was around; otherwise, seeing Mo Wunian acting crazy at thin air might have scared them so much that they'd drag him to a psychiatrist.

Don't let him die because of you.

Don't repeat my fate.

Let him walk towards the future he is meant to take.

"I hate riddle tellers more than anything! Just tell me what you know, and let me guess what's on your mind!"

He was already in a bad mental state, and seeing the calm and collected person in front of him still speaking in riddles, he got so angry that he rushed up to the person and tried to grab them.

But the next moment, everything before him suddenly became blurry. All that remained was a life-sized mirror, reflecting only his confused and bewildered gaze; nothing else.

"Hallucination...?"

Coming to his senses, he realized that he had been hallucinating, mistaking the person standing in front of the grave in his previous dreams for Mo Wunian and bringing that image into reality.

He hurriedly pulled out some pills from his storage space and swallowed them. Only then did he feel his rapid heartbeat gradually calm down.

"...Was it really an illusion?"

Sitting in the chair, he was still shaken by what had just happened; he hadn't expected it to come to this.

But he still didn't feel that anything was wrong. If he hadn't been pushed to his limit and almost attacked, he probably wouldn't have noticed.

So was it a hallucination... or a warning?

He closed his eyes, too afraid to fall asleep, and simply covered his head, shaking his head.

The scene in the dream became even clearer at this moment—

A sea of ​​flowers, a grave, a stranger, a tree.

A rope, a journey home.

Ultimately... it misled people.