Lian Li had transmigrated. However, the current situation was a bit dire.
Looking at the green eyes surrounding him, Lian Li swallowed hard. If he wasn’t mistaken, those were wolves!
The wolves weren’t particularly large; a grown man of average strength could have handled them, but Lian Li couldn’t!
Out of his previous twenty years of life, ten had been spent in a hospital bed.
Because of this, he actually accepted the fact of his transmigration quite well; he had been dying of a terminal illness anyway.
In the late stages of his illness, the pain was so intense that he would roll around on his bed all night, his cold sweat soaking the sheets.
He had taken almost every nerve-numbing painkiller available.
His body had developed an immunity to the medication, leaving him to endure it through sheer willpower. Every day, the pain made him want to die.
But whenever he met the reluctant, heartbroken gazes of his parents, he could only swallow those words.
Now, he was finally free, and so were his parents.
Moreover, this was a soul transmigration. He hadn’t brought his illness with him, nor was he missing any limbs.
The downside was that his current body couldn’t exactly be called healthy; its constitution was weak.
This wasn’t a major issue. Lian Li was perfectly satisfied to be alive again without any other major ailments; at the very least, it was healthier than his previous body.
However, just because his current body wasn’t sick didn’t mean that someone who had been bedridden for years could suddenly act like a normal person—punching wolves and kicking tigers!
There were no tigers here, but there were three whole wolves.
Lian Li wailed in his heart. No way. I just transmigrated, and while this body isn’t the picture of health, it doesn’t have any messy diseases.
And yet, I’m here just to be a side dish for these wolves!
Is Heaven playing a joke on me? You’re being way too good to these wolves! You’re not even delivering them a diseased meal!
The wolves continued to close in, low growls vibrating in their throats. He could even hear the sound of saliva hitting the ground.
Lian Li pressed himself tightly against a tree trunk, his fingers clawing at it unconsciously as cold sweat poured down his face.
Fighting was out of the question; his only hope for survival was to run!
But how could his two legs outrun their four?
Feeling the rough bark of the tree, Lian Li had a bold idea. As a boy, before he fell ill, he had been quite the expert at climbing trees.
Though he hadn’t done it in ten years, it should still be possible, right? As long as he climbed up, he would be safe.
Wolves couldn’t climb trees.
He kept his eyes fixed on the three wolves, counted to three in his head, then spun around and scrambled up the tree using both hands and feet.
At the same time, the three wolves finally launched their attack.
Lian Li swore he had never climbed a tree so well in his life. With his safety threatened, he exploded with unprecedented potential.
He successfully scrambled up the tree just before a wolf could bite him.
Seeing their prey go up the tree where they couldn’t reach, the wolves paced in circles, agitated.
Seeing them like this, Lian Li actually started to get cocky. He plucked a leaf and threw it down, hitting the wolves.
This only made the wolves howl even more furiously.
Not far away, a tall, exceptionally handsome young swordsman with a rebellious and unrestrained aura was riding a horse at high speed.
Suddenly hearing the howling of wolves, the horse refused to move forward.
The swordsman frowned and let out a soft, irritated “Tsk—”
Though this wasn’t an official government road, it was a path frequently used by commoners. To think wolves were actually blocking the way.
Seeing that the horse refused to move no matter how he urged it, the swordsman dismounted and gently patted the horse’s neck to soothe it.
Once the horse had calmed down slightly, the swordsman led it by the reins toward the source of the howling.
They were just wolves, after all.
Lian Li had been trapped in the tree for two hours. His legs were numb from crouching, his hands were tired from gripping, and more importantly, he was hungry.
If he weren’t unable to beat the wolves below, he would definitely go down and show those three beasts “why the flowers are so red.”
However, he could only imagine the scene of him punching the three wolves in his mind. The reality was that he was about to lose his footing; he was on the verge of falling and becoming the wolves’ dinner.
“This is the end of me—!” Lian Li shouted, though he didn’t feel much fear of death.
Having been bedridden for so many years, fighting his illness every moment, he had long since learned to face death calmly.
If he hadn’t possessed a stable mindset, he wouldn’t have been able to endure the torture of his pain until the age of twenty.
“Awoooo—!”
Lian Li closed his eyes, but the wolves that had been growling suddenly let out yelps—the kind a dog makes when it gets kicked while walking on the street. It sounded very painful.
In a place like this, the only things that would dare to take on three wolves were leopards, bears, or tigers.
This was bad. All three of those things could freaking climb trees!
At that thought, Lian Li’s eyes moved faster than his brain. He snapped them open and looked down.
He saw three black shadows flash like shooting stars, “Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—” crashing heavily some distance away. Their whimpering cries gradually faded.
At the same time, the neighing of a horse reached his ears.
A horse! There was someone!?
Lian Li was overjoyed. He wanted to stand up and climb down from the tree.
He had been here for so long and finally, he was seeing a person. This was great; he wouldn’t have to play “Wilderness Survival” while constantly worrying about filling a wild beast’s stomach.
In his excitement, he completely forgot the current state of his body. His hands had no strength left, and his feet were numb.
The moment he moved, his entire body tumbled uncontrollably toward the ground!
“Holy sh—!”
Weightless, he flailed his arms and legs in the air.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind, and a soft force supported him.
He instinctively reached back, but felt nothing; it really was just wind.
Before he could process what was happening, he felt a strong arm wrap around his waist, and a warm body pressed against his back.
“I say, kid, how long do you plan on clinging to me?” a pleasant male voice rang out.
His tone was cool and carried a hint of unruliness. His voice was a natural deep pitch, though not quite reaching the level of a “subwoofer” bass.
Lian Li looked up, and what met his eyes was a face so handsome it felt aggressive—soul-stirringly beautiful.
The man’s gaze was casual, his hair tied back loosely, and his aura was one of dashing unrestraint.
The two hours spent confronting the wolves in the tree had allowed Lian Li to roughly sort through the original host’s memories, giving him a basic understanding of this world.
He let go of the man who had saved him and, mimicking the people saved by martial arts experts in TV dramas, he cupped his fists and bowed to the man.
“Thank you, Great Hero, for saving my life.”
This bow, however, caused his already unhealthy and overextended body to finally give out.
His vision went black, and he toppled straight forward.
Seeing this, the man in front of him quickly reached out to support him, his mouth moving as if saying something.
But Lian Li could no longer hear him.
Yikes, off to a.. great start?