Chapter 171: If one were to die, how many regrets would life have?

Ye Chenjing sat in the passenger seat, hearing the shop owner's voice from afar, speechless except for a cold smile.

Those words sounded enthusiastic at first, but were actually quite ominous.

What does "come back after using it up" mean? Who decent person frequently visits a funeral wreath shop?

But when Ye Chenjing saw Lin Meng's faint smile, he felt his thoughts were still too conservative—didn't he have someone who often buys spirit money right before his eyes?

"Is your grandfather short of money again?"

Ye Chenjing's voice broke the silence in the car.

Lin Meng nodded upon hearing that, speaking half-truthfully:

"My grandfather gave me a dream, saying he's poor, so I'll directly burn a truckload for him."

Ye Chenjing's expression turned strange— a dream message? It seemed his grandfather had also said he once dreamed of Lin Meng's grandfather.

Could it be that dream messages are really a thing?

After thinking, Ye Chenjing quickly said:

"Why not turn back?"

Lin Meng: "What do you want to do?"

Ye Chenjing openly said: "I also want to buy some."

Lin Meng: "……"

Thinking of her grandfather's dream message from yesterday, Lin Meng shook her head and said:

"No need, my grandfather can provide for himself."

Remembering something, Lin Meng couldn't help reminding:

"Lately, when you go out on errands, be extra careful— one person suffering two misfortunes in a day, both involving bloodshed, is rare."

Although her grandfather didn't elaborate, Lin Meng felt he had blocked a major disaster for Ye Chenjing this time, the kind of deadly calamity.

But that was her grandfather; he couldn't always protect Ye Chenjing, and there might be another incident.

Upon hearing that, Ye Chenjing's eyes flickered with a faint, hardly noticeable light.

Death? He was naturally afraid of it.

He feared that if he died, his grandfather would be grief-stricken, and his younger brother, not yet grown, would be left— who would support the Ye Family then?

And now he had another reason to fear death.

Ye Chenjing glanced at Lin Meng from an angle no one noticed, his eyes full of tenderness and indulgence.

If he died, he would probably be unwilling to accept it.

Clearly, it had been hard to find a light in life he was willing to follow; if he died, how many regrets would his life hold?

Seeing Ye Chenjing silent, Lin Meng guessed he was also shaken, so she thought and offered comfort:

"Oh, I was just saying— as the saying goes, those who survive great calamities receive later blessings; your good days are still ahead, right…" Lin Meng shifted tone, pretending to reach into her pocket but actually pulling out two pills from her space.

"Just in case, would you like to buy two pills from me? I'll give you a discount."

Seeing Lin Meng's small hand casually reach into her pocket and pull out two pills, Ye Chenjing couldn't help glancing at that tiny pocket, frowning.

"You just put the pills straight into your pocket?"

Speaking of which, he had never seen Lin Meng carry a bag.

Other women either carry a brand-name bag or a limited-edition one, wishing to go out with a dozen different bags each day.

But Lin Meng, already a wealthy woman, still dressed casually when out, stuffing her phone and other small items into her clothing pockets.

Other things aside, how could she just stuff such precious pills into any pocket?

Lin Meng couldn't well explain the existence of her space, so she pretended not to care:

"Don't worry, my clothing pocket may look shallow, but it's actually safe; I prepared these two pills before going out, just waiting for the right moment to sell them to you."

Ye Chenjing felt doubtful but didn't press further; instead he reached out to take the pills, meanwhile reminding Lin Meng to focus on driving.

He carefully stored the pills, planning to have someone make a drift‑bottle pendant later to keep them inside.

This time it wasn't for a keepsake; he truly regarded them as life‑protecting pills.

"Thank you, your pills are indeed powerful—I won't stand on ceremony."

"Two pills for forty million— does that work for you?"

Upon hearing that, Lin Meng was overjoyed; Ye Chenjing had proactively raised the price, but she didn't agree immediately, instead muttering to herself to test the waters.

"Two pills for forty million— is that okay?"

Lin Meng glanced upward, thinking, "Heaven, give me strength."

Who knew the next second, that familiar mysterious power, as if about to strip everything away, would appear.

Fortunately, Lin Meng had been prepared; enduring the discomfort, she quickly changed her words.

"No way! Forty million is too much— try thirty million?"

As her words fell, Ye Chenjing looked bewildered.

Lin Meng's ashen complexion improved a bit, the force of the law also vanished, and she let out a hard sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, she kept the thirty million; compared to the previous price of one thousand per pill, it still counted as a price increase for her.

"Take thirty million— eat the darker‑colored one now; that's Jade Marrow Pill, which gives healthy people more vitality."

"The other is Return Spring Pill, still a life‑protecting pill at critical moments— don't hoard it like this time without taking it."

Ye Chenjing swiftly transferred thirty million, then followed Lin Meng's instruction and swallowed the Jade Marrow Pill.

The next second, he felt his limbs and bones as if charged; any discomfort and fatigue vanished, leaving him refreshed and unusually energetic.

Although he didn't speak, Ye Chenjing's slightly widened eyes already showed his shock.

Lin Meng chuckled and said:

"Maybe tomorrow, if I'm in a good mood, I'll sell you some other pills—but not now."

The Aperture-Opening Pill matter still requires careful deliberation.

Although Lin Meng already had the idea of opening a cultivation university, if she were to put it into action, she would still need to plan further.

First, she must first thoroughly raise her cultivation.

Ye Chenjing heard this and secretly felt shocked; this kind of miraculous pill, where did Lin Meng get it from? It shouldn't be something she refined herself.

He had seen those old Daoists who liked to refine pills before; they all had a faint herbal scent on them, but Lin Meng had none.

But no matter where it came from, how many secrets Lin Meng hides, he would not pry before she chooses to tell him.

Ye Chenjing gave a faint smile, his tone gentler than ever before.

"Good, I will wait for you."

Lin Meng drove the car, unaware of anything odd, she made a small profit of thirty million, her mood was quite good.

Immediately after, she returned to Clear Pond Town, going to the place where she had previously ordered a spirit abode for her grandfather.

That craftsman still remembered Lin Meng; seeing her come again for business, he couldn't help but feel some sympathy.

Such a young lady, yet she has lost relatives one after another; when will this world have fewer unfortunate people?

Lin Meng didn't know that the craftsman felt extra sympathy for her, so when he was pricing the set of paper-made furniture she had ordered, he secretly gave her a discount.

"This time, no more whole house?"

Lin Meng shook her head: "For now, not needed; burning some furniture will suffice."

The master didn't ask further, although he felt it strange, after all, all kinds of customers exist.

After finishing the old gentleman's affairs, Lin Meng drove Ye Chenjing directly back to Lin Jia Cun.

At this moment, the truck loaded with ingots had already stopped at the village entrance.

At the same time, the entire village's people were stirred.