Picture Like a Painting

It could be said that if you felt lonely in this world, with no friends, perhaps even when you died, it would happen silently and unnoticed.

There was a very simple solution.

Borrow money.

Ask people to lend you money.

Borrow as much as you could.

That way, if you vanished for twenty-four hours, calls would keep coming in, asking after your health and safety.

Clearly,

Zhang Ziliang had done this very successfully.

If there truly was a way to bring Zhang Ziliang back perfectly, Wang Ye would do it even if he had to shatter the Heavenly Court.

All for those fireworks that had never been lit.

"Old fox, I was always on guard against you."

"In the end, I still fell for your trap."

Wang Ye laughed at himself and sighed inwardly.

Internal Organs

Wang Ye had kept some Merit Pool water for himself. Now, he took out a container, poured the Merit Pool water into it, and carefully applied it inside Zhang Ziliang's body.

Zhang Ziliang's originally shriveled skin seemed to have lost some of its wrinkles.

Until every last drop had been used.

Wang Ye gently pressed his palm against Zhang Ziliang's chest. A thread of energy slipped into his body as Wang Ye silently sensed it. Only after a long while did he let out a breath of relief.

Good.

They had recovered.

"I hope this bastard isn't screwing with me."

Wang Ye looked at the vivid flower in his hand, its petals bearing a human face. After hesitating for a moment, he still opened Zhang Ziliang's mouth, pinched off a petal, and fed it in.

The petal melted the instant it entered his mouth.

Wang Ye silently fed the entire flower to Zhang Ziliang.

Suddenly,

Zhang Ziliang's heart began to beat again.

Faint breaths