I'm really immortal

Of course, Liu Changan did not force An Zhujuntang's interest. After knocking her unconscious, he picked it up and prepared to hang it on the wall.

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

The purpose of knocking Zhu Juntang unconscious was to protect her, otherwise her body would be unable to bear the aura emanating from the essence condensed in her blood.

Many pampered old people take a lot of tonic food. Rural people often say that this is the living old man's ginseng.

What's more, Liu Changan has condensed the essence of the most primitive, thickest and most vital blood since the birth of life.

The aura exuded by this essence is simply not something that a little fat sheep like Zhu Juntang can bear. Just like a person who has lived in poverty for too long, a sudden meal of meat and fish may kill his life. .

On the other hand, some seriously injured people are full of nostalgia for life and have strong obsession and willpower, so they have a certain chance of absorbing the essence from their blood or reshaping their bodies.

Possibly dying and rising again.

Possibly dying and resurrecting to evolve.

Or simply resurrected.

The results obtained by each person may be completely different.

Liu Changan is different from ordinary people. For ordinary people, losing such a small amount of blood will cause almost no damage to the body. However, Liu Changan will not divide his cells to create new blood all the time like ordinary healthy adults. If such a drop of blood is not necessary, he will not Squeeze it out.

The woman in front of him reminded Liu Changan of the movie about the birth of a vampire that he and An Nuan watched together.

This middle-aged Caucasian woman with a gray face is probably a vampire.

Liu Changan has only heard of vampires, but has never actually seen them in reality. They are an extremely precious research material... and anyone who has done biological research knows that the value of living specimens is far greater. Higher than dead things.

It was such a pity that a vampire died in front of him. She was much more precious than the giant panda. After so many years of life evolution, he probably only met one like this. Liu Changan had seen the demise of countless biological groups and was indifferent. That was just because Those extinct ethnic groups are not interesting enough and have nothing to do with him.

Liu Changan came to the top of the coffin, leaned over and lowered his head.

His lips slowly approached the woman's lips, stopped two finger widths away, and spit out the blood that naturally condensed into a bead.

Drops of blood fell on the woman's black withered lips.

Liu Changan stood up, glanced at Zhu Juntang who was lying on the coffin cover, stretched out his legs to kick the coffin cover farther away, and then pressed his back on the woman's chest.

If anything happened to her, he would react immediately to avoid damaging his mount.

A swollen feeling came under his palm, and Liu Changan's eyes fell on the woman's face.

The dead color on the black lips seemed to have been washed by the moonlight. The richness gradually receded and the light red condensed.

The lime-white face seemed to be filled with water again after being dried by the sun. It was no longer dry and rough, but became tight and elastic.

The entire body, skin, muscles, and bones, all felt rejuvenated. Liu Changan's palms could feel the rich vitality in the blood bead bursting out and being absorbed by this magical body.

Just like the snow on the Tanggula Mountains, it melts into water and flows down, irrigating the thousands of miles of river basins covered by rivers. Wherever it goes, spring flowers bloom and insects and birds chirp.

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

The nails, which were full of blood and cracks, also turned soft and shiny under the moonlight. The whole fingers were no longer stiff and straight, but curved naturally. The pads of each finger were round and delicate. onion.

Liu Changan did not let go of his hand, but just looked at the face of a woman who still had charm. The faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes also disappeared, becoming flawless and refined, but the whole face did not look like a girl, it was still that of a mature woman. people.

Just like touching Shangguan Dandan's coffin, Liu Changan also felt the memory magnetic field remaining in this woman's body.

Some bits and pieces of pictures.

Liu Changan let out a long sigh. Not long ago, his memory was no longer very profound.

He was not immersed in memories, because he was still on guard against any abnormality in the woman under his palm.

Above the roof of the small temple, the bats dispersed again, no longer blocking the sky and circling around, and returned to the woods and under the eaves.

The moonlight washes the top of the mountain again, and the thatch that originally seemed to have grown wildly is still scattered in piles here and there, revealing the dilapidated appearance of various broken walls.

The four half walls and wooden pillars of the Dragon King Temple left strange shadows. Under the bright moon, everything was silent.

The woman opened her eyes.

The pupils are still the color of blood, but have a lot more rich water color, and the dried tiny blood vessels in the whites of the eyes are no longer visible. The whole bright eyes seem to absorb the orbs full of spiritual energy under the moonlight, staring at Liu Changan quietly.

Her lips opened slightly, and she exhaled a little fishy smell, and then her chest rose and fell. The breath she exhaled again had a sweet taste, like the feeling of some extremely delicious food that makes people salivate.

She raised her hands little by little, held Liu Changan's hands holding his chest, then closed her eyes and breathed slowly.

Seeing her calm appearance, as if there was no possibility of her losing control and getting angry, Liu Changan took out his hands.

"Father...Father..."

The woman felt Liu Changan's palm being pulled away, opened her eyes again, stared at Liu Changan, showed a calm smile, and shouted softly.

This kind of calmness is the gentle expression of all the excitement and expectation, which have been refined by time into smooth emotions, filling the heart layer by layer, after getting what you want.

Although she received no gentle response from Liu Changan's slightly embarrassed and indifferent expression, the smile on the woman's face remained unchanged.

"Thank you, thank you for saving me again." The woman looked at Liu Changan's face, her smile looked peaceful under the moonlight, "You don't remember me, do you?"

"I may have indeed forgotten you before...but recently I watched a movie that told the story of a mysterious orientalist and a singing girl in London, England during the time of Charles II." Liu Changan pointed to himself, "I He is the mysterious oriental man, and you are the singer...but why did you call me father?"

"Because you gave me a new life." The woman held Liu Changan's hands again, showing pious gratitude, "Now you have given me a new life again, father."