I Am a Villain in the Three Kingdoms

Ma He clutched the knife and limped in the opposite direction. The soles of his feet stepped on the gravel and hurt. He gritted his teeth and moved step by step. The smell of blood mixed with the earthy smell in his mouth was stuck in his throat and he couldn't swallow it. Twenty-eight years of being a good person is enough. He has seen what happens to good people. The person who was owed wages became the villain, the person who mocked became the good person, and the person who was nailed to the office floor by a bullet became the dead person. He paused and turned his head. The wasteland looked particularly empty in the dusk, and the dust swirled up from the Gobi Desert, covering half of the sky in gray. There seemed to be smoke rising on the horizon, a slender wisp of black smoke. There are people living there. There is a way to survive. He turned back and continued walking with a limp. He was holding the fruit knife in his left hand, and his palm was red from the handle, but he didn't let go. The bit of blood on the blade was mixed with mud, and looked dark in the dim light. The blood from the past life and this life were mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish. The wind blew away all the traces on his back. The footprints, bloodstains, and all the rags brought from another world were all covered up by the sand and dust. He walked forward without saying a word, but those four words rolled all the way on the tip of his tongue. They were so heavy that he bit them into pieces and swallowed them with blood. Wait for him to stand still. Wait for him to catch his breath. Waiting for him to turn the bloody cuts on the soles of his feet into calluses. In this life, I won't be a good person anymore.