Father (Revised)

Liu Chang'an certainly didn't want to provoke Zhu Juntang's interest. After knocking her unconscious, he casually picked her up and prepared to hang her on the wall.

There were no hooks on the wall, and her skirt was too thin to hang heavy objects, so she was placed on the coffin lid.

The reason Zhu Juntang was knocked unconscious was to protect her; otherwise, the aura emanating from the essence condensed in her blood would have been too much for her body to handle.

Many pampered elderly people consume a lot of highly nutritious foods, which is often referred to by rural people as "living ginseng."

Moreover, Liu Chang'an is someone who embodies the most primordial, richest, and most vibrant essence of life since its inception.

The aura emanating from this essence was far beyond what a chubby lamb like Zhu Juntang could withstand. It was like someone who had been living a bland and unpleasant life suddenly being given a hearty meal of meat and fish—it might cost them their life.

However, some severely injured people, who are filled with attachment to life and possess strong obsession and willpower, have a certain chance of absorbing the essence from his blood or having their bodies reshaped.

It is possible to be resurrected from the brink of death.

It may evolve after being resurrected from near death.

Or perhaps it's simply a resurrection.

The results can vary greatly from person to person.

Liu Chang'an is different from ordinary people. For ordinary people, losing such a small amount of blood would have almost no impact on their bodies. However, Liu Chang'an does not constantly create new blood through cell division like a normal healthy adult. He would not squeeze out such a drop of blood unless absolutely necessary.

The woman before him reminded Liu Chang'an of the movie about the birth of vampires that he and An Nuan had watched together.

This pale-faced middle-aged white woman is most likely a vampire.

Liu Chang'an had only heard of vampires; he had never actually seen one in reality. They were considered extremely valuable research material... And anyone who had done biological research knew that the value of a live specimen far exceeded that of an inanimate object.

It's such a pity to see a vampire die right in front of you. She's far more precious than a giant panda. In all the years of life's evolution, you've probably only encountered one like her. Liu Chang'an has witnessed the extinction of countless biological groups without being moved, simply because those extinct groups weren't interesting enough, and it has nothing to do with him personally.

Liu Chang'an came up to the top of the coffin and bent down.

His lips slowly approached the woman's lips, stopping about two finger-widths away, and he spat out the blood that had naturally condensed into a bead.

Blood droplets fell onto the woman's withered, dark lips.

Liu Chang'an got up, glanced at Zhu Juntang lying on the coffin lid, kicked the coffin lid away, and then pressed his hand against the woman's chest.

If she makes any unusual move, he will react immediately to avoid endangering his mount.

A bloating sensation came from his palm, and Liu Chang'an's gaze fell on the woman's face.

The deathly color on her dark, withered lips, as if washed by moonlight, gradually faded, leaving a pale red.

Her pale face, like dried flower petals rehydrated, was no longer dry and rough, but firm and elastic.

His entire body—skin, muscles, and bones—felt rejuvenated. Liu Chang'an could feel the rich life force bursting forth from the blood bead in his palm, being absorbed by this miraculous body.

Like the snow on the Tanggula Mountains, melting into water, flowing down and irrigating the vast river basin, bringing spring warmth, flowers blooming, and birds chirping wherever it goes.

The originally loose and soft skin swelled under his palm, expanding into the texture that a perfect body should have.

The fingernails, covered in bruises and gaps, gleamed softly in the moonlight. The fingers were no longer stiff and straight, but naturally curved, and the pads of each finger were round and delicate like onions.

Liu Chang'an did not let go of her hand, but looked at the still charming woman's face. The faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes had faded, and her face had become flawless and delicate. However, her face did not look like that of a young girl; she was still a mature woman.

Just like touching Shangguan Dandan's coffin, Liu Chang'an also sensed the residual memory magnetic field in the woman's body.

A few scattered images.

Liu Chang'an sighed deeply. It hadn't been long, yet his memory of it was already hazy.

He didn't dwell on his memories, because he was still wary of any unusual behavior from the woman under his hand.

Above the Rooftop of the small temple, the bats dispersed again, no longer circling overhead and blocking out the sun, but scattered back into the woods and under the eaves.

The moonlight washed over the mountaintop once more, revealing the dilapidated state of the once overgrown reeds, which were now scattered in clumps and patches, revealing the broken walls and ruins.

The four half-walls and wooden pillars of the Dragon King Temple cast strangely shaped shadows, and under the bright moon, all was silent.

The woman opened her eyes.

His pupils were still the color of blood, but now they were much more watery. The dried-up, tiny blood vessels in the whites of his eyes were no longer visible. His bright eyes, under the moonlight, seemed to be pearls brimming with spiritual energy, gazing silently at Liu Chang'an.

Her lips parted slightly, exhaling a faint fishy smell, then her chest heaved, and the next breath she exhaled carried a sweet aroma, like the feeling of salivating over some extremely delicious food.

She slowly raised her hands, grasped Liu Chang'an's hands that were pressing against his chest, then closed her eyes and breathed slowly.

Seeing her calm demeanor, and not at all likely to lose control and lash out, Liu Chang'an withdrew his hands.

"Father... Father..."

The woman felt Liu Chang'an's hand withdraw, opened her eyes again, gazed at Liu Chang'an, revealed a calm smile, and called out softly.

This tranquility is the result of all the excitement and anticipation being refined by time into a smooth emotion, layering over the heart, a gentle expression after the wish has been fulfilled.

Despite not receiving a gentle response from Liu Chang'an's slightly embarrassed and indifferent expression, the woman's smile remained unchanged.

"Thank you, thank you for saving me again." The woman looked Liu Chang'an's face up, her smile serene in the moonlight. "You don't remember me, do you?"

"I might have forgotten you before... but recently I watched a movie about a mysterious Easterner and a songstress in Britain during the reign of Charles II." Liu Chang'an pointed to himself. "I am that mysterious Easterner, and you are that songstress... but why do you call me father?"

"Because you gave me a new life." The woman grasped Liu Chang'an's hands again, her face filled with sincere gratitude. "Now you have given me a new life once more, Father."