Chapter 143: Ye Heng's Team Has a Badly Injured Member

That... it's not superstition, just a kind of spiritual comfort; if I tell you, you won't understand.

Lin Meng couldn't be bothered to explain; explaining this was useless, Ye Chenjing would never understand—being chased in a dream by a deceased relative asking for money, what an experience that is.

Heaven knows how scared she was back then; even now, thinking about it feels absurd.

But having said that, she owed it to her grandfather coming in a dream to ask for money; otherwise she could never have turned her life around so splendidly.

Debts paid, she drove a luxury car, lived in a big villa, and still had endless money to spend.

What benefited her most were those three spaces, which completely opened the door to a new world for her.

Ye Chenjing looked at Lin Meng with a half-smile; her evasive demeanor was especially adorable to behold.

Lin Meng felt a bit embarrassed under Ye Chenjing's gaze, and she waved her hand, saying:

"Anyway, you wouldn't understand even if I explained; in short, that spirit money is what my grandfather deserves, and I'll keep burning more for him to spend."

Ye Chenjing nodded with a smile, "Okay, okay, I get it—your grandfather loves to spend money, and you're very filial."

It was too late; after Lin Meng saw Ye Chenjing off, she lay down and fell asleep immediately.

This time, her grandfather finally came to her in a dream again.

Upon seeing her grandfather, Lin Meng's first reaction was, "Grandpa, did you spend all that money again?"

The grandfather sat on the bench, silent, staring straight at Lin Meng, making her feel creepy inside.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

Although he's a relative, he's been dead for years—just sitting there staring at you is downright creepy.

The next second, the grandfather suddenly broke into a grin, rubbed his hands together, and said:

"Hehe, good granddaughter, you still know me old man—burn some more for me this time, and I still need the sutras chanted."

Lin Meng was stunned, and couldn't help but lecture the old man.

"Grandpa, I'm not saying this about you, but how does this money end up in your hands? It's as useless as toilet paper."

The grandfather's eyes widened, "Nonsense, what size butt needs that much paper? Besides, I have my own business down there, dear granddaughter, please be kind and burn some more for me; once I've got some treasure, I'll send it up to you."

Lin Meng pursed her lips speechlessly, wanting to say more, but the grandfather abruptly cut off the dream connection—no hanging up like on a phone—totally catching her off guard.

When the dream was cut off, Lin Meng woke up immediately.

She sat up, leaning against the headboard, and the more she thought, the more something felt off.

Her grandfather said he had a business down underground? So is that mysterious venture of his money‑burning?

How that world operates, Lin Meng has no clue; she can only listen to her grandfather's one‑sided bragging.

But since he's come back asking for money again, she really has no choice but to comply.

The next day, Lin Meng rose early, drove out again to find that group of elderly women, and ordered twice as many ingots as last time.

After paying the deposit and returning to the villa, Ye Chenjing had already left by car.

In the passenger seat, Sun Yao quickly received the message and reported to Ye Chenjing with a puzzled expression.

"General Manager, Miss Lin went out early this morning to the park, where she seemed to have asked a few elderly women to order a batch of ingots—the kind of silver ingots burned for the dead."

Ye Chenjing: "!"

"What a coincidence—we were just talking about this topic last night, and I never expected she'd actually go out and buy spirit money for her grandfather after a night's sleep."

"There's definitely something up here!"

Ye Chenjing, who usually doesn't believe in the supernatural, is now somewhat undecided.

Logically, Lin Meng doesn't seem like the type to obsess over superstition, yet she appears unusually devoted to burning paper money for her grandfather.

Could there really be some truth to this after all?

Lin Meng went home to catch up on sleep, and upon waking she discovered that the first space had undergone some changes.

She had always paid attention to the changes of items in the two spaces, whether her own or those that Ye Heng and Ye Fan had placed inside; she kept track of them all.

But this time, the medical supplies she had prepared for Ye Heng in the first space were noticeably reduced, especially the bandages and wound‑cleaning items, which had dwindled greatly.

A bad feeling rose in Lin Meng's heart, and she hurriedly contacted Ye Heng.

"Ye Heng, are you alright? Please be sure to respond if you hear me."

At that moment, Ye Heng was hiding with his teammates in an old gas station, the air thick with the smell of blood.

Suddenly he heard Lin Meng's anxious voice and quickly responded.

"Lin Meng, I'm here!"

"What's wrong? I noticed the space is missing a lot of medical supplies for wound care—did you get injured?"

These days, as a spatiotemporal trading partner, Ye Heng can offer Lin Meng little wealth anymore.

But Lin Meng had long regarded him as a close friend; he was the one who gave her her first pot of gold during her lowest moment, bringing her hope, and she will never forget this bond in her lifetime.

Therefore she doesn't want anything to happen to Ye Heng.

Fortunately, Ye Heng is unharmed.

"I'm not injured myself, but one of my teammates, Zhang Chaoran, suffered serious wounds while saving me."

Lin Meng rarely hears Ye Heng mention his teammates' names; Sun Hao is one, and Zhang Chaoran is the second shelter member whose name she has learned.

"How is he? I see you've taken quite a bit of gauze and wound‑cleaning tools—has the bleeding from his injury not stopped yet?"

Ye Heng looked very anxious, responding to Lin Meng while he and two other teammates continuously tended to Zhang Chaoran's wounds.

"He's wounded in the thigh; the injury was caused by a mutant giant beast, which we'd never encountered before—although the Song Zhi team eventually killed it, both our squads were hurt, and Zhang Chaoran's is the worst; his bleeding still hasn't stopped."

Upon hearing this, Lin Meng darted into the space, pulled out a Yunnan white medicine capsule from a pile of medicine, and removed its inner core.

"Quick, give this to the little brother and see if it can stop the bleeding."

Ye Heng didn't even bother to examine the red pill closely; as soon as it was in his hand, he pried open Zhang Chaoran's mouth, shoved the pill in, and poured some water.

In no time, the blood that had been gushing out actually stopped, and Ye Heng and the others were all astonished.

"Miracle medicine! This tiny pill is powerful—despite all of us trying to stop his bleeding and failing, this speck‑sized pill, smaller than a grain of rice, stopped the bleeding within seconds of being swallowed!"

"Team Captain, is this also given by the goddess? Why didn't you take it out earlier."

One of the teammates was genuinely worried that Zhang Chaoran would die from excessive blood loss, so he spoke without restraint.

After realizing, he hurriedly apologized to Ye Heng.

Ye Heng naturally didn't blame him, shook his head and said:

"I didn't expect this pill to be so powerful; it seems the medicine given by the goddess needs careful study, otherwise at a critical moment we wouldn't know which kind to take."

Lin Meng heard Ye Heng report that the bleeding had stopped, also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a moment and said:

"Quickly bandage him; that insurance pill isn't completely a divine medicine, we also need physical disinfection and hemostasis together."

"It's also my fault, I didn't tell you beforehand; this pill is for life-saving, but because it's too small, if you don't look carefully you can't find it."

Ye Heng naturally wouldn't blame Lin Meng, was about to speak, when at the other end of the gas station Song Zhi suddenly walked over holding his injured arm……