I Was Sold to My Mortal Enemy (Double Transmigrations)

In the middle of the night at sea, the surroundings appeared to be shrouded in an impenetrable black darkness. Aside from the glint of swords and their shadows, the only sound that filled their ears was the grim noise of blades piercing flesh.

Seemingly on cue, a bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky, ripping through the stifling night. A deafening clap of thunder tore through the heavens, ushering in a violent storm that sent the ship lurching.

Shi Yi’s body trembled as he clung tightly to Pei Xing’s waist, his face pressed against Pei Xing’s chest.

Pei Xing parried a thrusting sword with his own, spun around to kick his assailant into the sea, regained his footing, embraced Shi Yi, secured them together with his belt, and guided them back to their cabin. He fastened the bags they had onto his body and reached for his mobile phone to turn on the light.

Suddenly, a loud crash reverberated, and as they lost sight, they tumbled into the frigid seawater. Just before slipping into darkness, Shi Yi heard Pei Xing’s voice calling his name.

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Heat!

The scorching heat felt as though it could parch his very souls, leaving his throats dry and scratchy.

Shi Yi stirred his aching body, the pain causing him to gasp. When he opened his eyes, a decrepit ceiling greeted him, and the harsh sunlight made it nearly impossible to keep his eyes open. He turned his head and noticed that Pei Xing laid beside him, his eyes closed and lips pallid.

His heart sank, and he hurried over to him, lying against his chest and listening to the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat, his body going limp with relief.

Thankfully, Pei Xing was okay.

Pei Xing furrowed his brows as he felt the weight on him. His eyelids fluttered, and he gazed down at Shi Yi, patting him on the back and speaking in a hoarse voice.

“Baby, you’re finally awake.”

“What happened? Are you injured?” Shi Yi responded softly, raising his head. He noticed Pei Xing’s dark eyebags and ashen lips, and he touched them with concern.

“I haven’t slept in three days. Come, let’s rest for a while.” Pei Xing said wearily, hearing the distress in Shi Yi’s voice. He hugged him close and closed his eyes, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

Hearing Pei Xing’s fatigue, Shi Yi immediately fell silent and obediently settled in his arms.

Pei Xing held Shi Yi, and they drifted back to sleep. After being cast into the sea, enduring a storm, and floating for three days, he had ended up in this deserted fishing village. He had found this dilapidated house with Shi Yi on his back.

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They slept until the sun descended, and the temperature cooled as evening arrived. It was no longer as scorching as during the day.

Pei Xing led Shi Yi through the small village, which seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. The houses were in a state of disrepair. They settled into one with a leaky roof.

Shi Yi tidied up the house and unpacked their belongings. None of their mobile phone, tablet or solar power banks were functional. All they had were a few pieces of clothing, their identification documents, and a small amount of silver.

In their current situation, money had no use.

Having gone without food for days, they found themselves surrounded by the sea on three sides and mountains on the fourth. To eat, they could either catch fish or search for wild fruits in the mountains. Hunting was too demanding and time-consuming, so they opted for fishing in the sea.

Coastal villages typically had fishing equipment in every household, and though the equipment in this village was quite old and hadn’t been used in a long time, they managed to salvage over a dozen fishing nets. They reassembled the nets and set off for the beach.

As darkness descended, the weather became more bearable. Pei Xing constructed fishing nets and marked them while Shi Yi collected crabs along the shoreline in a wooden bucket, even managing to catch a fish weighing half a kilogram.

Once complete darkness enveloped them, they pulled in the net. Luck seemed to be on their side as they captured four large fish. Pei Xing reset the fishing net and marked it again before leading Shi Yi back to the village. The village appeared desolate, devoid of any candles or lights except for the moonlight overhead.

Shi Yi clung close to Pei Xing, feeling a sense of unease. It was as though they were the last two people on Earth.

Upon their return to their dwelling, they encountered a new challenge. The kitchen contained only clay pots with missing lids, not a single iron pot, and most importantly, no source of fire.

“What should we do without fire?” Shi Yi looked despondent, gazing at the kitchen devoid of firewood. He sighed, “It’s as though we’re stranded on a desert island.”

“There’s no house on a desert island.” Pei Xing replied as he rubbed his head, then ventured into the kitchen to search for two flints. After a while, he successfully ignited a fire.

Shi Yi gathered hay from the yard. Pei Xing fetched some dry wood and brought it into the kitchen as firewood. With these materials, things became much more manageable. The two of them also retrieved water from the well in the yard to kill the fish. They killed one large fish and half a catty of small ones. The remaining three fish and crabs were stored in large wooden barrels.

By the time they finished sipping the fish soup, it was already late at night, and they were too exhausted to clean up. They went to sleep immediately.