Liu Mou saw the situation and quickly walked over to smooth the energy at Mr. Liu's chest with his hand. When he felt it was about even, Liu Mou then withdrew his hand and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Liu, are you feeling better now?"
Mr. Liu took a deep breath before saying, "Much better, much better, water, water," he said repeatedly with a hoarse voice.
Liu Mou picked up the glass of water that was still on the table and handed it to Mr. Liu, who took two big gulps and gasped, "Oh, where am I?"
"You are at home, not at the gates of Hell, rest assured," Liu Mou said with narrowed eyes and a smile.
"At home? Impossible, I clearly remember I had died, and my soul had already reached the gates of Hell," Mr. Liu looked bewildered as he gazed around at the familiar surroundings that emerged before his eyes, tears stealthily streaking down his face.
"What is going on here?" Mr. Liu was as bewildered as Liu Guoqiang.
