Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 32: Meeting Two Generals in One Day

Looking at Geshulin, who had recovered to his peak fighting strength, he lowered his gaze, unsure of what to say.

After all, he had simply abandoned them and run away. Although he claimed it was for their own good, he still felt a pang of conscience.

Standing opposite him, he slowly raised his gaze, but the next moment he froze, as if struck by lightning. He felt as if the blood in his body had solidified, unable to utter a single word—those eyes burned with an undisguised possessiveness, a mixture of madness and obsession. He had never seen such an expression before.

Perhaps it had been there before, but never as undisguised as it is now.

"Yes...it's been three years."

"We meet again"

Why are you trembling?

Only after being reminded did he realize that he was trembling involuntarily, his mind screaming wildly—

run! Run!

This thought quickly took hold of his mind; he didn't know why, but it just made him run: if it were someone else, they probably would have already slipped away.

But ironically... the person who made him issue this warning was that person.

"..."

He remained silent, turning his head away. Seeing this, Geshu Lin burst into laughter, a laugh that seemed particularly sharp and piercing at the moment. He closed his eyes tightly, a rare urge to escape rising within him, an attempt to shut out all this turmoil. To escape it all.

"Mo Wunian... what are you hiding from?"

"Is it because you felt guilty after being deceived?"

"Or do you think you can get rid of me?"

"Did you go and leave with that person next to you?!"

Turning around abruptly, I saw the person slowly approaching. Though their steps were slow, the oppressive feeling surged like waves, and fear grew wildly within me: I felt like I'd seen this person's demeanor in some articles before!

He regretted it; he should have run away when he had a premonition.

As he tried to retreat, a firm and strong hand gripped him tightly, pinning both his wrists firmly to the rough tree trunk with a single hand, rendering him completely immobile.

He was subdued without even having the strength to resist.

Is this kid really that strong at his peak? Oh no, something terrible has happened!

She tried to struggle, but as soon as she exerted force, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist.

"Hiss... Little White, you..."

"Still thinking about running away?"

Too close…the distance was too close; he could almost feel the other person's breath on his neck: rapid and warm.

The height difference between him and that person was too great, leaving him completely in their shadow. The long white hair blocked his view, forcing him to look up and stare into those golden eyes.

"Brother... calm down..."

"Be rational, bro... let's talk this out..."

After his struggles proved fruitless, he could only try to persuade the other party—he was truly panicking now.

But in the current situation, he has long since lost the initiative, both physiologically and psychologically.

He felt quite indebted to the other party.

But this situation has gone beyond the bounds of normal brotherly love, hasn't it? Don't take advantage of him just because he's never been in a relationship!

"calm?"

"Mo Wunian... how could you say that..."

"His departure without saying goodbye back then... left only a letter..."

"I thought you would come to see me... or perhaps you cared more about the person who had been by your side since you woke up?"

A wave of shock washed over him, then he realized that the person the other person was referring to was very likely the Wanderer. This made him even more alarmed: how did the other person know that he had been with the Wanderer when he woke up?

They won't be spying on him forever, will they?

The panicked expression didn't escape Ge Shulin's notice. Seeing the bewildered look on the person before him, a bitter feeling welled up within him amidst his inner turmoil.

For so long, he clung to this single-minded belief to keep living, and in those countless nights, only seeing that person's figure in the dead of night brought him peace of mind.

Without that obsession, he would have long been nothing but an empty shell.

For this, he even joined the Remnant Star Society, all for the promise those people had made when they came to him.

Join us and you'll get everything you want.

And they did indeed succeed; in that valley, he heard that familiar voice again, only this time the person being spoken of was someone else.

He watched as the illusory figure emerged from the sword, its gaze fixed solely on the unconscious person on the ground.

His first instinct upon emerging was to find someone to rescue his opponent, without the slightest hesitation. Even as his form began to dissipate, he still managed to achieve his goal before returning to the sword.

He was only forced to stay by her side.

He comforted himself with this thought, clinging to a sliver of hope that the person would leave the wanderer and come to him once they were free to move about.

But as he watched that person get closer and closer, their behavior becoming increasingly intimate—even when the other person took the initiative to approach…

He then fully realized the truth, and his last shred of reason was completely overwhelmed.

If it weren't for the Remnant Star Society's strict requirement that he not interfere with the behavior of those around him—

He had already caught the other party.

Mo Wunian also noticed the fleeting pain in the other person's eyes, and wanted to say something, but didn't know how to comfort them.

It felt like no matter what he said at this point, the other person would misinterpret his meaning: "This level of 'darkening' is a bit too high!"

"Xiaobai...I didn't..."

"The wanderer is truly my friend; it was because of him that I was able to..."

“You…hiss…”

He helplessly tilted his head back, all his reason crumbling in that instant. The stinging pain in his neck was like a merciless brand, constantly reminding him of a cruel fact—the other person had bitten him.

The other person barely stopped; he could feel a warm liquid trickling down his neck, clearly indicating that it had been bitten and was bleeding.

"Don't mention that person's name."

"I would be unable to control the urge to kill him."

Releasing the other person's hand, looking at their trembling body, he slowly raised his head, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth—and looking at the marks he had left on the other person's neck.

I'm quite satisfied.

"..."

Clutching his neck, he looked up at the other person in disbelief. That morbid and manic laugh chilled him to the bone.

She's really become a yandere, and it seems she's still doing it to herself.

Oh no! What was the other person thinking while he was away?!

Why are you suddenly thinking of killing the wanderer again? That's a dangerous idea of ​​yours. He's a chosen one, after all! He's 100% guaranteed to be killed in retaliation!

“Geshulin…”

"Are you crazy?"

Even he could eat it, so he must have been really hungry.

"Hmm...maybe."

"After all, it was I who volunteered to take on the task of monitoring you within the Remnant Star Society."

In a short period of time, he was shocked countless times, looking at Ge Shulin's clothes, which were completely unlike the black and red color scheme of the Remnant Star Society:

He truly hadn't expected the other party to join the Remnant Star Society!

He felt it was normal for him to join Darkshore!

Are you surprised? Are you scared?

"..."

Thank you. He is indeed very surprised and a little scared.

However, he had nowhere to escape; the other person's burning gaze filled him with panic. Just as he was about to turn away, his chin was suddenly gripped, forcing him to meet those golden eyes.

Help! Help! Help! My brother has turned into a yandere!

“Brother… Brother Shulin…”

"This is not allowed..."

A brother is a brother~ A brother can't become a wife~

Unfortunately, the other person didn't take his words to heart at all. They deliberately touched their face, the tingling sensation from their calloused fingertips scraping against his skin was particularly pronounced.

He moved his hand up and pressed down hard on the corner of his eye, so hard that the boy quickly closed his eyes in fright. But then he heard that soft laugh.

"allow?"

Do you think it's still important now?

Ge Shulin lowered his eyes slightly, gazing at the vivid crimson at the corner of the other's eye, a color he had rubbed, and a strange sense of satisfaction welled up within him.

Perhaps we can go even further.

"..."

But the next moment, he felt his hand go empty. His opponent had transformed into a phantom and darted away from him at such a speed that he didn't even have time to react.

"Very important—!"

Turning around, the person disappeared from sight, indicating they had fled with all their might. Only a little blood and messy traces remained at the scene, suggesting they had met.

"Ah……"

Although three years had passed, the other person's personality hadn't changed much. Even under these circumstances, they were still willing to answer her questions.

The terminal hanging on his waist rang again. Annoyed, he answered it and heard Scar's languid voice.

"Anyone found?"

"Found it, no need for you to rush me."

The wounded man was already familiar with the former general's temper, so he wasn't annoyed. He simply reminded the other man not to act impulsively.

"I know you're still holding a grudge about me taking his original body last time."

"But it's good that we found them. You two should have met by now."

"This mission objective is just as important as the Wanderer's; you can't move either of them for now."

"If you really want to... just tease them a bit."

Ge Shulin didn't like his colleague, and naturally complained about the fact that the other party took the main body—why couldn't he have gone?

"Come back, we need to discuss this."

"It also has to do with the person you care about~"

"……knew"

The call was abruptly cut off. Ge Shulin took one last look in the direction the person had left, the gloom in his eyes still lingering. He turned and left as well.

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As for the situation on Mo Wunian's side?

After fully realizing that his once well-behaved, arrogant little brat had turned into a yandere, he ran like a madman!

He admits that he respects every kind of love, but he hasn't made up his mind to become gay yet!

He ran for what seemed like an eternity until he was completely exhausted, at which point he slowly stopped and collapsed to the ground.

He materialized once more, reaching out to gently touch the wound on his neck. He felt as if he wanted to cry but couldn't.

"No... he's really starving..."

"I can eat it all!"

"Besides, how did they end up joining the Remnant Star Society again... Could it really be because of me?"

Using his medical skills, he stopped the bleeding from the wound on his neck and slowly moved to the riverbank. He could still see the wound reflected in the water.

I really wanted to tear a piece of flesh off myself; the area around my neck was almost completely red.

"That was really ruthless... I didn't do anything, so why did they take a liking to me..."

"Wait... am I being too narcissistic? Could this be revenge against me?"