Chapter 151: Blood Mist Has Dispersed

Late at night, Lin Meng lay in bed, burning paper money for her grandfather for a full hour before finally finishing; the smoke and fire left her practically pickled.

This time she ordered ten times the usual amount of silver ingots in one go—surely enough to keep her grandfather supplied for a while?

When she went to pick up the silver ingots today, those old ladies said, folding these items had nearly broken their backs, and they wouldn't dare take such a big order again.

Lin Meng thought at the time, this batch of silver ingots she got for her grandfather should last him a while.

She really worried her grandfather would spend the money too fast and wear out a few old ladies folding them.

Suddenly, Ye Chenjing's image popped into Lin Meng's mind.

He actually showed up today with two bags of silver ingots, saying he wanted to burn them for her grandfather's expenses.

Thinking of that, Lin Meng couldn't help but grin.

This General Manager Ye is quite something—what's he thinking, burning paper money for someone else's grandfather, not afraid his own ancestors would find out and feel chilled?

Thinking and thinking, Lin Meng fell asleep.

In the dream, her grandfather came to give her a dream-message, and upon seeing Lin Meng he smiled so wide he couldn't close his mouth.

"My dear granddaughter, you've really gone to trouble this time, burning all that paper money for me to spend; I'm pleased today and have good news for you."

"Your parents have reincarnated, gone to a good family—rest easy, and don't try to seek their rebirth; you certainly won't find them, for the three thousand worlds are far vaster than you imagine……"

"By the way, when I was settling accounts today I noticed something odd: the paper money you burned for me I recognize, but beside it there's a stack of paper money also burned for me, yet I don't know who sent it as an offering—do you?"

Hearing that, Lin Meng stared, first shocked by the news about her parents.

Her parents actually reincarnated—is there really such a thing as rebirth in this world?

And what did her grandfather mean by the latter part? The three thousand worlds—could it mean her parents' rebirth might not be in her world?

But thinking about it, she can contact people in other planes through her Jade Bracelet Space, so her grandfather's mention of the three thousand worlds isn't surprising.

Lin Meng is naturally open‑minded; glad that her parents have reincarnated into good families, she feels happy for them.

Although in this life they'll never meet again, that's just how life is.

Their journey here has ended; they are about to begin a new life.

And for them, that is already a brand‑new life, one that has nothing to do with her.

She will continue to miss them in this world, but, as her grandfather said, she won't go inquiring about their affairs.

As for the second matter her grandfather mentioned, Lin Meng awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth and said:

"Just spend that money however you like; it doesn't matter who gave it."

Lin Meng dared not mention Ye Chenjing's name in front of her grandfather, fearing his muddle‑headedness might send him wandering in Ye Chenjing's dream and wreck his body.

Her grandfather thought likewise—who gave it doesn't matter; once burned, it's his.

"Hahaha, you're right—I'll take that money and later, when I get a chance, I'll see whose family sent the offering."

"……"

By mid‑morning, Lin Meng finally woke up leisurely.

Last night, after arguing with her grandfather in the dream, she wanted to ask what little business this old geezer was running in the underworld, spending money so recklessly.

This old fellow was tight‑lipped as well, refusing to divulge even a word.

"Fine, fine, fine, Grandpa—the more you hide it, the fishier this seems!"

Lin Meng gritted her teeth, yet felt helpless—she couldn't very well go kick his grave in anger, could she?

Forget it—Grandpa's no longer among the living; let him do as he pleases underground, his happiness matters most……

Suddenly, Lin Meng seemed to recall something else.

Last night she and her grandfather talked a lot, but she had the feeling some piece of information had slipped her mind.

At the start of the dream‑message, her grandfather muttered a bunch, one point being that he'd received a stack of paper money from an unknown source.

That must have been Ye Chenjing seeing she wouldn't accept it, not wanting to toss it, burning it casually—and yet her grandfather actually got it.

Lin Meng remembers that thing her grandfather said.

But it seems there's another matter she just can't recall, feeling like it ought to be important yet somehow not.

No matter how hard she tries, Lin Meng can't remember it, so she'll set it aside for now.

After lunch, Lin Meng had intended to go out for a stroll to stock up more supplies for Ye Heng.

But just as she was about to head to the garage to drive, she sensed that the door inside the Third Space was exhibiting unusual movement.

Lin Meng instantly tensed, hurried to the training room, and dove straight into the third space.

The mysterious door remained ajar; these past few days she hadn't gone back to explore, and nothing dangerous or suspicious had come through it into her space, so she'd left it alone for the time being.

But just now, something seemed to have shifted inside the door.

Lin Meng grabbed her weapon, took a deep breath, and ventured inside.

The sight before her left her frozen on the spot.

The blood mist—where did it go? The blood mist has dispersed!

Before her lay a street utterly devoid of people, thoroughly dilapidated.

After the shock, Lin Meng immediately grew cautious.

With the blood mist gone, this world finally revealed itself before her eyes—but that also meant she'd lost that natural barrier of blood mist, leaving her completely exposed in this world.

If someone were lurking in the shadows of either street, watching her, wouldn't that be dangerous?

Lin Meng hesitated not, quickly finding a relatively clean street‑front building and darting inside.

It had once been a small noodle shop; although the exterior was badly damaged, the interior facilities, aside from being old and dusty, showed no signs of having been smashed or wrecked.

Hiding in the house, after calm analysis Lin Meng's heart suddenly stirred with a strange feeling.

Could this place be similar to the world where Ye Heng is?

Dilapidated houses, deserted streets, the air occasionally wafting an unfriendly odor.

Plus, from her hasty glance just now, she noticed what looked like old bloodstains on the street pavement.

How is all of this so like the apocalypse?

After thinking, Lin Meng came up with a bold idea.

She timed three minutes in her mind, then casually picked up the empty glass bottle on the ground, went to the shop entrance, and with a hard throw, she smashed the bottle in her hand hard toward the distance.

The sound of the breaking glass bottle wasn't light, and on this especially quiet street it seemed especially noisy.

If this really is the apocalypse, there will definitely be zombies.

Zombies are very sensitive to the smell of blood and sound; such a disturbance, if there are zombies, will definitely attract them.

However, Lin Meng did not wait for zombies; instead, within ten seconds after the bottle was thrown, she heard a disturbance coming from behind her.

Lin Meng's expression changed; the disturbance was coming from the back kitchen!

Just then, a humanoid monster with a strange visage, wielding two large kitchen knives, came out from the back kitchen, its neck tilted.

Lin Meng instantly widened her eyes, facing this terrifying thing; even though she is now a cultivator, she was still frightened quite a bit.

Really zombies? Do zombies even wield kitchen knives?