Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 119 The Night Moon Gathering

After speaking to the two people beside him, Mo Wunian turned his gaze back to the little Pa who was constantly emitting electric currents.

There were two fluctuating frequencies within the other person's body, one of which seemed normal to him, only slightly chaotic.

But the other one was not so simple. If you calmed down and tried to feel the frequency carefully, you couldn't make out what it was trying to say. Every time you were about to hear something, it was quickly cut off.

The past self is erased, and the future self ceases to exist.

So what is he now?

"..."

Who cares? He's doing just fine now, isn't he?

At least he can live in the present. As for the past... if he had to bear the burden, he wouldn't shirk it.

Just as he was still pondering, the wanderer walked up to him and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"You can still back out now."

"There's no reason to go back on your word. What's agreed upon is agreed upon, and I won't back down."

"Go, go."

He shook his head, refusing the other person, then placed his hand on Xiao Pa's body, his form gradually dissipating and dissipating into a rhythm.

As he entered Sonora, he once again inevitably felt the distortion of the surrounding space, instantly realizing that the space had been divided into several parts, separating him from the others.

However, this was indeed within his expectations; the fourth blank wish...

Doesn't that correspond to everything he promised when he was erased from his life?

"The wish I made in the past..."

"I want to see what this cycle of reincarnation has truly cost me."

There's no escaping a calculated, overt scheme, because all other escape routes have been devised, leaving only this one viable path.

Facing it head-on is the only option.

……

He stood on a road, but this time it wasn't dark as he had imagined; instead, it was bright. He reached out and sensed everything; the frequency was so calm it seemed to have no more fluctuations.

He frowned and tentatively walked forward. Gradually, he saw many phantoms appear around him, and more and more chaotic sounds kept ringing in his ears, but they were constantly blocked out and he couldn't hear them clearly.

But the further he walked, the heavier his steps became. At first, he didn't notice, but as he walked, he felt his pace slowing down until he could no longer take another step.

Struggling, he turned around and glanced back, only to find that behind him stood countless afterimages, densely covering the entire road.

Seeing him turn to look at them, they all looked up and met his gaze, repeating the same sentence—

[Upgrade]

"...Looking at it this way, it's rather creepy. Did I promise this thing before?"

"Are you crazy?"

Slightly speechless, he looked at the pile of phantoms. He was certain that if this scene were made into a horror game, it would probably scare many children and adults to tears.

But he didn't feel afraid at all, perhaps because these people were all like himself.

Not to mention that the being hiding behind these people hasn't shown up yet. Although the so-called world consciousness couldn't personally attack him for some reason, the previous events still gave him a slight understanding of the situation.

For example, right now, for someone like him who doesn't like to solve puzzles by hand...

Let's just fight our way through.

He'd fight his way through, forcing that person to meet him directly, then resolve the issues here and go back to celebrate the festival properly.

Why can't he use his brain?

The sword materialized in his palm, and he slowly raised it, pointing it at the group of people behind him.

But just as he was about to make his move, a sudden flash of white light appeared before his eyes. Instinctively, he raised his sword in front of him and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the illusory image had completely vanished.

The scenery around him changed in that instant. Looking at the grassy field in front of him and the figure under the big tree on the hillside, Mo Wunian's mind went blank for a moment. He stood there stunned for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

It wasn't until the biting wind tousled his hair and blinded him that he suddenly realized what was happening. He clenched his hands in disbelief, but ultimately walked towards the person on the hillside.

Beneath a sky full of stars, he looked up at the heavens and felt as if he were recalling some things from a very long time ago, things he had long forgotten.

The stars in the sky twinkled, and he walked on in this faint light that illuminated his entire world until he came to the tree and saw the child before him:

The child in front of me was about three years old. He was filthy, his clothes were tattered and without a single patch, and he was so thin he was barely recognizable as a human. Blood was still seeping from his forehead.

Standing quietly under this tree in this bleak season, I shivered slightly from the cold.

Only those eyes remained fixed on this sea of ​​stars.

Only when he sensed someone approaching from behind did he turn his gaze away from the sky and meet his eyes.

"Big brother, are you here to see the shooting stars too?"

"..."

Having remained silent for a long time, Mo Wunian's mind was already somewhat hazy.

How could he not recognize the child in front of him?

"...Hmm, but it's so cold, are you really going to wear so little to watch shooting stars?"

"I... I'm already dressed very warmly, and I didn't even plan to come see the shooting stars when I left home... I just heard there would be shooting stars tonight when I passed by the screening room, so I came to watch."

Anyway... I don't know what to do.

"..."

Hearing these words, Mo Wunian wasn't surprised at all. He simply took off his trench coat and draped it over the person in front of him.

Seeing the other person's momentary unease and attempt to retaliate, I simply held their hand firmly and forcibly bandaged it.

"No need, just focus on doing well."

"Besides, aren't you afraid I'm some kind of bad guy?"

He reached out and wiped away the blood seeping from the wound on the other person's head, intending to use his ability to heal them, but found that he couldn't seem to help them in this space.

The other person's eyes instantly filled with panic, but upon hearing this, they calmed down, showing no signs of maturity expected of a 3-year-old.

"If you were a bad person, you wouldn't need to fawn over me like this in this place."

"Like those human traffickers I've heard about before... they could just kidnap me and take me away, right?"

"and……"

"If I leave, it should be a good thing for my parents, right?"

"...That sounds like something you would say."

Helplessly patting the head of the child in front of him, Mo Wunian looked at his three-year-old self and was momentarily speechless:

It seems he came here because his parents had another fight, and he wanted to avoid the trouble.

The wound on his forehead looks like it was caused by being hit by a bottle. Looking at it now, it's a miracle he wasn't mentally impaired.

Just then, a ray of light appeared in the sky. Before I could even grab the child beside me, I saw them excitedly turn their head to look at the shooting star, their eyes gleaming.

"coming!"

"Big brother, is there anything you wish to make?"

"I?"

Unexpectedly, the other person's first reaction was to ask for her opinion. She blinked somewhat blankly, but quickly nudged the child next to her.

Why do you ask me what you want to wish for? Shouldn't I be the one asking you what you want to wish for?

"...I don't know, but my older brother put a coat on me."

"and……"

"I feel like I met my older brother a long time ago."

Mo Wunian didn't speak, but simply looked up at the shooting star that was about to fade away and shook his head.

"Who knows, maybe it will be in the future?"

Make your wish; your wish is my wish.

He was also curious about what wish he had made at that time, which might be the reason for the abnormal data in Xiaopa.

But... what wish would he make at this moment?

The child standing on the hillside, gazing at the shooting star, also fell silent. He could sense that the other child's emotions were complex, as if he were weighing something.

"...Is this so?"

"Then I hope..."

I can feel the love.

No matter the cost, I long for the kind of love described in fairy tales.

"..."

A shooting star flashed with a golden light, gradually filling the sky until everything before our eyes shattered.

As the wind swept through, he saw the person hidden behind it all.

"The Successor, after all that scheming to ambush me, this is what you finally show me?"

"I thought you were going to give me something big? This is it?"

"And where did they go?"

He glanced coldly at the successor standing before him, whose emotions seemed to waver slightly, with a hint of disdain, but in reality, he had already secretly tightened his grip on his sword, ready to strike at any moment.

"...This wasn't my plan. If it had been my original plan, it would have turned out pretty much as you described, wouldn't it?"

"As for them..."

"They are both following their original destiny; one is finding the way, and the other is fighting monsters."

"Fighting monsters?!?"

Ignoring the preceding words, realizing someone was in danger, he sheathed his sword and tried to manipulate space to leave, but as soon as he made a move, he felt his surroundings being forcibly sealed off.

"...Let me go."

"I've passed your test, what more do you want to do to them?"

"I won't do anything to them."

"After all, it's you and me..."

"It's one person."

"You're a ghost! I would never become someone as boring, dull, and riddle-loving as you!"

He swung his sword fiercely, but his opponent anticipated the attack and dodged it by slightly tilting his head, only managing to sever a small strand of hair.

Without any warning, the two started fighting. But the other person remained calm and collected, casually dodging his attacks and occasionally manipulating space to block them, looking at him with a hint of nostalgia.

"...it certainly shouldn't be just one person."

"But after going through so much, the fourth wish is still a blank..."

How could you possibly know nothing?

A sword pierced the opponent's shoulder, but the next moment a sharp pain shot through him. Looking at the still expressionless Continuer before him, he gritted his teeth, forcefully pulled out the sword, and continued his attack.

"So what if I know? I can't be bothered to think about it!"

"Since they've already been wiped out... let's not let them reappear!"

He kicked the other man hard in the stomach, sending him flying a considerable distance, but the pain in his own abdomen made him feel a metallic taste in his throat, almost rendering him speechless.

Forcing himself to grip the sword tightly, he walked towards the person who had also just regained his footing.

"You either tell me the whole truth now, or get the hell out of here..."