"General, General, wake up......"

Wrapped in a cool feeling, Mo Jue seemed to hear such a voice.

[General?Is you calling me?]

Such a doubtful thought flashed through his heart, and Mo Jue struggled to open his eyes.

As the light gradually eroded Mo Jue's vision, Mo Jue, who had finally recovered his strength, found himself awake on a ruined city wall.

Beside him, a soldier was looking at him anxiously.

Seeing that Mo Jue woke up, the soldier hurriedly said: "General, you have finally woken up, those barbarians are about to hit the city wall!

Mo Jue pointed at himself suspiciously: "General, are you calling me to give orders?"

"Oh, general, are you stupid? You are the only general in this broken city, how can the rest of the people have the courage to call themselves generals?"

The soldier first praised Mo Jue a little, and then continued: "Please also ask the general to issue a killing order, and those barbarians will never return!"

At this time, Mo Jue found that he was wearing armor and had a gorgeous long sword hanging from his waist, just like a general.

[Strange, am I not in the secret realm? Is it another fantasy?]

Mo Jue's memory was still stuck at the moment when the original dream immortal monarch controlled the array spirit, so he immediately deduced that he had once again fallen into the illusion.

"It's just... This illusion is too fake, isn't it..."

Thinking of this, Mo couldn't help but mutter.

This was the first time he had seen at a glance that this was an illusion since he entered the secret realm.

The ones I met before can not only shield memories, but also forge a false memory, which can be said to be impossible to prevent.

The sergeant next to him heard Mo Jue's words, and his face changed: "It's over, the general is really asleep..."

However, after all, he was only a soldier, so he could only say respectfully again: "Please also ask the general to give the order!"

Just when Mo Jue was hesitating how to deal with the other party, there was a shout of killing accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves, and it seemed that there were quite a few people.

"Oops, I'm all confused by the general, hurry up and give the order, general, otherwise it's too late!"

The soldier's face changed greatly after hearing the shouting of killing, and he hurriedly urged:

"Behind me are the people of Limin, I can't let them enter the customs!

In Mo Jue's sight, a black line rushed from afar, and when he looked at it, it was a man on a horse, holding a bright machete in his hand.

But Mo Jue's attention was not on these men, but behind them, a group of old and weak women and children slowly approached.

I saw that these people were all yellow and thin, and it was estimated that they hadn't eaten a good meal for a long time, and even some people fell down from time to time on the way, and they never got up again.

Seeing that Mo Jue didn't reply for a long time, the soldier was anxious at that time, and said, "General, hurry." Those barbarians are under the walls!"

Now the situation is clear, outside the city are hungry, refugees-like aliens, and behind them are countless Li people.

There is little chance of coexistence between the two, and they will either order the aliens under the city to be killed, or they will be allowed to let them go, and then their lives will be destroyed.

Unconsciously, Mo Jue really thought about this matter, as if he had completely forgotten that it was just an illusion.

"General, if you are not of my race, your heart will be different!"

The soldier's words tilted the balance in Mo Jue's heart.

Immediately, she spoke: "Pass my order, and the whole army will gather.... He..."

However, at this moment, the scene in Mo Jue's eyes changed drastically.

As the words fell, Mo Jue's body turned into a torture table, and countless aliens landed on their heads, and the pungent smell of blood surrounded Mo Jue in an instant.

At this moment, Mo Jue seemed to see those yellow-faced and thin-skinned young men roaring in the sky, and saw those women who had been sold into slavery gritting their teeth with the portrait of Mo Jue.

[Is this evil?]

Faintly, Mo Jue seemed to hear a voice ringing in his heart.

For the sake of protecting the people, countless wives were separated and their lives were lost, is it evil?

From a certain point of view, it is indeed evil, and I am afraid that many people are eager to break the ink into pieces.

But from Mo Jue's point of view, he also protected the lives of many people, so is this still evil? or good?

Mo Jue couldn't figure it out, so he could only look at the bloody scenes in front of him in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, but a dark cloud above the sky covered the light of the scorching sun, and a little bit of cool drip fell, and in an instant, it suddenly increased by a few points.

The torrential rain was pouring, and Mo Jue stood in the rain with a low expression.

The people around them went home, and none of them even stepped forward to call Mo to take shelter from the rain, lest they could avoid it.

"I'm all for you..."

In the sound of the rain, Mo Jue's voice was heard far away, but no one heard it, as if Mo Jue was the only one left in the whole world.

Mo Jue raised his legs and walked forward, leaving a lonely back.

He didn't know where he wanted to go, he just didn't want to stay in that place, he wanted to escape from that cruel place.

After a long time, Mo Jue seemed to have completely forgotten his identity as a monk, and a sense of exhaustion followed.

Immediately afterward, Mo Jue felt that he didn't have any strength in his body, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Mo Jue, Mo Jue! What are you doing? Hurry up and think of a way!"

When Mo Jue came back to his senses again, he suddenly found himself in a dimly lit room, and in the flickering candle flame, a young man asked Mo Jue with a panicked face.

The latter glanced at the boy and was puzzled.

Then he saw at the feet of the two of them, a young man in a fancy costume fell to the ground, red blood flowing out, obviously lifeless.

"What should we do? We killed someone! But we just want to teach him a lesson! Who let him bully men and women on weekdays..."

The young man said in a panic, but it also made Mo Jue understand what had happened, and when he looked down, he saw that he was holding a dagger in his hand, and the bright red on it was constantly dripping on the ground.

[I killed someone, why did I kill someone? He's a wicked man!]

In a daze, Mo Jue thought so.

This person at his feet is a gentlemanly disciple who bullies men and women, and he is innocent of death!

But no matter what, Mo Jue killed him, and it was only right to kill him.

The more Mo Jue thought about it, the more chaotic he became, and he couldn't figure out why he was here and how he killed someone.

At that moment, countless torches lit up from outside the house, followed by the sound of footsteps.

"What should I do, the officers and soldiers are coming! I don't want to die..."

This time, the young man was even more panicked, and grabbed Mo Jue's sleeve and said.

Mo Jue took a deep breath and said slowly: "One person does things and one person is responsible, you go through the back door, Mo is alone in this matter." ”

The reason why he said this was because Mo Jue found that the other party was not stained with any blood, and his face was pale.

Therefore, Mo Jue concluded that he killed the person and had nothing to do with the young man.

That being said, if the other party is caught, the charge of an accomplice cannot be escaped.

After hearing this, the young man glanced at Mo Jue gratefully, and hurried out the back door without even saying a word of thanks.

Looking at the figure of the young man leaving, Mo Jue suddenly felt that he had forgotten something?

But he didn't have time to think, just tea time, he was surrounded inside and out, and from time to time he could hear the sound of the knife being drawn out of its sheath.

[It seems that there is no way back...]

Mo Jue sighed slightly, threw the dagger in his hand on the ground casually, and then pushed open the door and walked out.

"I killed people!"

A few days later, Mo Jue was taken to the execution ground.

Along the way, countless people threw eggs at him, and those resentful eyes seemed to say: Mo Jue, a person who has committed the most heinous crime, deserves to die!

By the way, I made them lose their jobs. 】

The person he killed that day was the only son of Chu Yuan, the richest man in the city.

After hearing that his son had died, he packed up his belongings overnight and left the city with his son's body, and it was said that he would not return in the future.

As a result, many people in the city lost their jobs to support their families, and even eating was a big problem in the future.

The city lord is also extremely disgusted with Mo Jue, so there is a parade in the streets.

After suffering humiliation, Mo Jue finally came to the execution ground.

Kneeling on the platform, Mo Jue looked up at the hot sun, and a voice suddenly sounded in his heart: [Is this good?]

Eliminate harm for the people, and naturally do good. But there are also many people who may die because of Mo Jue's actions, so it seems that it is still good?

Mo never understands, he only knows one thing, he seems to be dying.

[It doesn't matter anymore...]

At this time, the executioner was ready, as long as the knife fell, Mo Jue would die.

When this person dies, nothing matters.

What about good, what about evil? Is it important for a dying person?

Feeling the cold blade between his neck, a wry smile rose at the corner of Mo Jue's mouth: "Now it seems that death may be a good choice..."

This murmur illustrated the entanglement in Mo Jue's heart, but no one heard it, not even the executioner who was close at hand.

"It's noon, slash!"

A majestic voice sounded in the field, accompanied by a token landing, indicating that Mo Jue's life was about to end here.

The sunlight shone on the long knife raised in the air, bringing a blinding light to Mo Jue's eyes.

At this moment, Mo Jue seemed to see that night a few days ago, the young man was holding a dagger, his eyes flashing with hatred, and he stabbed into the heart of Chu Yuanwai's son.

I also seemed to see that on a Jinluan Palace, a man who couldn't see his appearance clearly marked the word 'Yun' on the fold.

It was a tribute to General Mo, and his performance in the war was recorded in great detail.

[This is your decision, do you regret it now?]

That voice sounded in Mo Jue's heart again, and suddenly the time around him seemed to be frozen.