Chapter 158: Suddenly Sitting Up from a Dying Bed

Using some basic disguise techniques to alter her appearance, she traveled to another city quite far from that one and rented an apartment there.

After placing the picked-up young man onto the bed, the more she looked at him, the more alarmed she became.

Could someone who looked in such a wretched state possibly still survive?

However, since the fellow had saved her life once, she could not simply sit back and do nothing.

After attempting some conventional methods to treat him and realizing she was utterly helpless, she pondered for about three seconds.

"Well, I am powerless here as well. I hope you can survive."

Muttering to herself, she prepared to head out and find a suitable cemetery.

A ray of light suddenly appeared in the darkness, shining brighter and feeling warmer than anything she had ever experienced.

Wang Hui stared fixedly at that single streak of light, struggling with all his might, yet the illumination drifted further and further away from him.

Feeling the despairing darkness surrounding him, he felt not a shred of fear, but instead smiled.

"Am I going to die?"

For some reason, he had this distinct sensation—a feeling of life slowly slipping away.

Recalling his brief yet extraordinarily brilliant life, he felt a mix of reluctance and longing.

This was not his first time approaching death, but compared to the previous occasion, he felt much calmer.

Compared to the ordinary life he was originally destined for, he suddenly felt that his existence had been exceptionally meaningful, and he had no real regrets left... right?

No!

Xiao Zi had not yet conquered the world, he did not yet have his own harem, and he was still a virgin to boot; he could not die!

At this thought, he suddenly felt a surge of strength return to his body, but looking around at the boundless, infinite darkness, he felt helpless once more.

Right now, he had no idea where he was, whether he was dead or alive; even if he was unwilling to let his life end like this, what could he do?

Then, he lay back down, prepared to leave his fate to the heavens.

Yet at that moment, two unusual lights appeared in the dark sky—one of them golden, the other blue.

Slowly, the two beams of light began to twist and eventually transformed directly into human shapes, turning into a remarkably attractive man and woman.

He was all too familiar with these two figures; were they not the God of the Desert and the God of the Ocean?

These were the very sources of his power; he dared not offend them.

"What is it that the two immortals require?"

"What do I require?" the God of the Desert was shocked. "You brat are about to die, do you even know that?"

"You mean I am not dead yet?" Wang Hui was overjoyed.

"You damned fool are truly beyond saving! Where on earth did that wraith bring you?"

"You mean my boss? Judging by his intentions, it should be another world, right?"

"You people are incredible, actually forcing your way directly across two major realms. Beings like us who have ascended to godhood wouldn't dare pull a stunt like that."

"So what are you two here for?"

"What else could it be? You are no longer in our original plane. If you die here, we won't even be able to channel our origin power to find another mortal proxy. Which means, if you die, the two of us are finished as well."

At this point, the God of the Ocean also spoke, her voice turning out to be an exceptionally sweet feminine tone: "If I hadn't seen that you were his mortal proxy, and that your physique seemed rather decent, I would never have chosen you as a mortal proxy in the first place."

Hearing this, Wang Hui more or less understood. These two fellows had come to rescue him.

Without a second thought, he sprang up immediately and blurted out, "Then hurry up and wake me up! It's freezing here, and dark as pitch; I'm terrified."

"You're asking us for a favor and you still dare use that attitude?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hui instantly became displeased. He simply lay back down on the ground, curled his lower lip, and said, "Save me or don't, I don't care."

The God of the Ocean and the God of the Desert were practically bursting with anger, yet they were completely helpless.

Gradually, they transformed into two brilliant streams of light that enveloped Wang Hui completely. Following that, Wang Hui felt a long-lost warmth wash over his body, and the distant light seemed to draw closer and closer to him.

Before long, his world was flooded with light, and he slowly regained sensation in the external world.

He sat up abruptly, hit by an unbearable wave of pain and an unprecedented, ravenous hunger.

Without any hesitation, he began to scan his surroundings, discovering that this was actually a small room.

At this moment, Wang Hui had just regained control over his physical body. His limbs felt stiff and his brain was still dizzy, but completely unable to care about any of that, he immediately began searching the small room for something to eat.

Although his energy was thoroughly depleted, his body—as the mortal proxy of deities—was still remarkably tough, and his five senses remained quite sharp. Thus, he frantically used his nose to search the room for anything edible.

Finally, on a table, he discovered half a cup of leftover instant noodle soup that someone had abandoned.

Caring about nothing else at this point, he picked it up and poured it straight into his stomach, finishing off the half-cup of noodle broth in a single instant.

Yet this little bit of soup was still far from enough to satisfy him. Immediately afterward, however, he caught the scent of food once again.

Looking in that direction, a trash can was sitting right before him.

Taking a large stride toward it, he spotted apple peels and discarded instant noodle seasoning packets inside.

Without the slightest hesitation, he picked them up and began to eat, muttering to himself as he chewed.

"Why did I never realize that apple peels paired with instant noodle seasoning taste so good?"

Hovering above him, the two deities were observing his every move.

"Ocean, is there any need to treat him like this? He is our proxy, after all."

Hearing this, the God of the Ocean let out a disdainful, cold snort, fully exuding the demeanor of an ice queen: "Who told him to be so arrogant just now?"

Right at that moment, the door handle of the room suddenly began to twist, and a graceful figure appeared in the doorway.

That graceful figure was none other than Liu Anqian, who had just returned from searching for a cemetery for Wang Hui. At the moment, she was still holding her phone, seemingly talking to someone.

The moment she stepped inside, her gaze locked with Wang Hui, who had looked up upon hearing the commotion.

Their eyes met: she stood at the door holding a phone, while he wore tattered, blood-stained clothes and was literally rummaging through the trash can for food.

This was how the two of them met for the first time.

Seeing this scene, Wang Hui's mind cleared completely. Looking down and recalling everything he had just done, he almost threw up on the spot.

Then, glancing at the somewhat familiar, stunning beauty before him, he swallowed hard and began frantically plotting in his mind how to explain all of this gracefully and with his dignity intact.

Before he could utter a word, however, he heard the beauty on the opposite side say into her phone:

"Cancel the cemetery. That guy came back to life."

An incredulous voice came from the other end of the line: "I told you it would be a huge hassle without a death certificate, and look—he came back to life? Wait! He's alive?!"

Then the phone call disconnected, and the atmosphere plunged into an awkward silence.

Fortunately, however, Wang Hui came up with a brilliant idea.

His eyes rolled sideways, his neck twisted, and with a vacant stare, he let out blankly: "Aba... aba..."