The three of them arrived in the study.
Gu Sihai walked over to the bookcase, where a square electronic device sat. He touched it a couple of times, and when its light turned green, he said, "We can talk now."
Gu Cheng gave his dad a thumbs-up.
Then he pulled a basketball-sized wooden box out of his backpack.
He smiled mysteriously. "Guess what's inside?"
Gu Sihai glared at him. "Why all the suspense?!"
Gu Cheng pursed his lips, speechless. "You're no fun."
He opened the wooden box and nearly scared Gu Sihai and Zhou Xiumei to death.
Inside lay a basketball-sized heart, dripping with blood.
Zhou Xiumei pressed a hand to her chest and frowned. "You little brat, what is that thing? You scared me to death!"
Gu Cheng grinned smugly. "Dad, Mom, you'll never guess what this is!"
"It's the heart of a Black Flood Dragon Serpent!"
"It can extend your life by decades, depending on your constitution."
"What?!"
The moment Gu Cheng finished speaking, Gu Sihai and Zhou Xiumei cried out involuntarily.
A longer life!
Immortality!
That was the ultimate goal humanity had always pursued.
For thousands of years, countless people had chased that dream, one after another.
Who knew how many emperors had done utterly absurd things in their quest for immortality?
Not to mention all the folk legends that kept springing up.
That alone showed just how deeply humanity longed for eternal life.
Yet now, right in front of Gu Sihai and Zhou Xiumei, sat a treasure that could extend their lives.
How could they not be stunned?
No wonder Gu Cheng hadn't dared mention it in the living room downstairs.
If anyone found out their family possessed this treasure, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Son, you're not joking, are you?! This thing really can extend our lives?!"
Zhou Xiumei's voice trembled.
Gu Sihai also looked at Gu Cheng with longing written all over his face.
That look...
Gu Cheng suspected his dad would beat him to death if he said he was joking.
Gu Cheng nodded. "I'm telling the truth."
Gu Sihai and Zhou Xiumei immediately stared at the Black Flood Dragon Heart with feverish excitement.
In their eyes, it was no longer a terrifying, blood-drenched heart, but a priceless treasure, vivid and glistening, overflowing with the essence of life.
"Uh, it's been in that wooden box for two days. It's already starting to smell. Eat it before it starts to stink!"
Gu Cheng suddenly ruined the mood from beside them.
Gu Sihai and Zhou Xiumei immediately gave him death stares.
Gu Cheng instantly shut his mouth.
"I'll go prepare it right now!"
Zhou Xiumei hurriedly picked it up.
"There's so much of it. I'll stew half in soup and stir-fry the other half."
Remembering something, Gu Cheng hastily said, "Dad, Mom, how much it extends your life depends on your constitution. The healthier you are, the more years it'll give you."
"So first, raise your Fetal Breathing Method as much as you can. Ideally, get it to the third level. It'll definitely work better if you eat the heart after cleansing your marrow and purifying your body."
Gu Sihai and Zhou Xiumei both nodded, their expressions turning serious.
Of course they had to squeeze every bit of potential out of a treasure like this. Otherwise, it would be a terrible waste.
Two hours later.
Gu Sihai ate two Longevity Fruits and barely managed to advance his Fetal Breathing Method to the third level.
Zhou Xiumei's health was a little worse, so she had to eat three before reaching the third level.
Sure enough.
The third level brought an effect that cleansed the marrow and purified the body.
Gu Sihai and Zhou Xiumei also expelled a great deal of impurities from their bodies.
After washing off the grime, both felt as though their bodies had returned to their thirties.
"Your appearance will gradually change next."
"For example, Mom, your skin should start looking younger."
"Dad, your gray hair should turn black too."
"Anyway, come up with your own explanations so nobody gets suspicious."
As Gu Sihai savored the vitality surging through his body, he said dismissively, "You think I need you to tell me that? You underestimate your old man."
They left his mom in the kitchen to prepare the feast.
The two of them returned to the study.
Gu Sihai sat down on the sofa and fixed his gaze on Gu Cheng.
"Tell me what happened on this trip."
Gu Cheng chuckled. "Dad, there's not much to tell. I just took a trip to a village near the border."
Gu Sihai sneered. "Who do you think you're fooling? Could an ordinary person get hold of the things you brought back?"
"Enough. Back in the day, I went through hell and back with your grandpa."
"I'd already prepared myself for what you might go through out there."
"I'm asking you to tell me so I can offer you some advice and the benefit of my experience."
Thinking it over, Gu Cheng realized his dad had a point.
Before leaving, he'd told his dad he was going to search for divine treasures.
His dad must have understood.
He would be going into tombs.
With that in mind, he sat down too and told his dad everything they had encountered, from their arrival in Ganggang Yingzi to their departure from the Military Base.
Even after all his years traveling far and wide, Gu Sihai was left shaken by what he heard.
He'd assumed Gu Cheng would merely explore an ordinary tomb.
He had never imagined his son would encounter so many perilous and bizarre things.
There had been a Black Flood Dragon, something rarely seen even once in a century, a mysterious and eerie Military Base, and, most shocking of all, three reanimated corpses.
In all the years he and the old man had explored tombs, they'd only encountered corpses coming back to life twice.
Gu Cheng had encountered three in a single trip?!
Until the day he died, Gu Sihai would never forget how he and the old man had survived those two reanimated corpses.
That was why he could scarcely believe Gu Cheng had survived.
It was nothing short of a miracle!
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