Chapter 141: If You Can't Enter the Ancestral Tomb, Create One Yourself

"Was it you... who saved me?"

Because he had not eaten or drank anything in two days, Zhong You's voice was extremely hoarse, as if his throat was burning. His bewildered eyes gazed at the now blurry figure of Lin Caisang.

"Were you the one who saved my grandfather last time?" he asked.

"It was me."

Lin Caisang responded.

"Fortunately, your acupuncture technique was somewhat flawed, otherwise you would have handed yourself over to the gates of hell."

Upon hearing this, Zhong You's already dazed eyes dimmed further and a wry smile emerged from the corners of his lips.

"If, if you had not saved me, I could have entered the gates of hell."

"Even the most insignificant ant clings to life, let alone a human being."

Hearing his words caused Lin Caisang to furrow her brows, after which she began to verbally comfort him.

"You wouldn't understand."

Zhong You shook his head, his entire body radiating an intense sorrow.