Looking at the magnificent coffin, Lin Hao admired Huang Lao Xie's true character.
At least, in ancient times, there were not many people like him with such true character. Many of them had three wives and four concubines.
Huang Lao Xie was an exception.
With a flick of his finger, the coffin lid flew open. Inside lay a body clad in luxurious garments, but beneath the finery were only bones.
Then, Lin Hao took out a jade bottle, which contained a spirit liquid he had exchanged from the system.
This spirit liquid had the effect of bringing the dead back to life, able to resurrect someone even from the state of bones.
At that moment, Huang Rong and Huang Lao Xie also arrived at the coffin. This time, Huang Lao Xie did not make a move but stared at Lin Hao with a puzzled expression.
When he saw Lin Hao taking out the jade bottle, his confusion deepened.
Could this tiny bottle contain something that could revive his wife?
If his wife had just died, such a divine medicine would make sense. But now, she was reduced to a skeleton.
What kind of medicine could achieve such a result?
Forget it, let him try it.
Huang Lao Xie was helpless. He couldn't fight him, so what else could he do? For the safety of his daughter, he could only endure it.
“Master, can the contents of this bottle resurrect my mother?” Huang Rong asked curiously.
“Yes, but after she is resurrected, her memories of her past life might have some gaps.”
“You will need to help her recover them gradually,” Lin Hao said calmly.
“Yes, yes, that’s no problem,” Huang Rong nodded excitedly.
Lin Hao directly poured the spirit liquid onto the bones, and with a raised hand, he channeled his pure energy. The spirit liquid fell upon the bones, emitting a crystalline green light.
The appearance of the green light released a thick aura of life.
Then, a miraculous scene unfolded.
The bones that were previously visible, now started to develop flesh and blood at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the familiar face emerged, Huang Lao Xie could no longer control his emotions.
His tears flowed freely, his lips trembled, and his entire body shook uncontrollably. For a moment, he was speechless.
Huang Rong looked excitedly at the face that was six or seven points similar to her own, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.
Fearing that her crying would disturb Lin Hao, she quickly covered her mouth to prevent any sound from escaping.
“Alright, she’s fine now,” Lin Hao withdrew his hand, his voice calm, without a ripple of emotion.
Looking down, he saw a beautiful young woman, six or seven points similar to Huang Rong, lying in the coffin. Her slightly trembling eyelashes indicated that she was about to wake up.
Hearing Lin Hao's words, Huang Lao Xie could no longer control his emotions and stumbled towards the coffin, looking inside.
Before his eyes, was the wife who had haunted his dreams for over twenty years.
“Heng’er, Heng’er… is it you? Is it really you?” Huang Lao Xie whispered softly, his voice trembling with emotion.
Hearing Huang Lao Xie's affectionate address, Lin Hao felt a surge of emotion.
He never imagined that the arrogant and unruly Eastern Heretic, Huang Yaoshi, could have such a tender side.
Huang Rong, with tears in her eyes, stood beside her father, gazing at the person in the coffin. This was her mother.
Since she had any memory, she had never seen her mother. She had only seen her mother's portrait, never the real person.
Unexpectedly, she bore such a striking resemblance to her mother.
Hearing someone calling her name, Feng Heng opened her eyes, dazed and confused, to see a familiar yet strange face before her.
This face was familiar, but also slightly foreign.
“You, you are Yaoshi?” Feng Heng asked uncertainly.
“Yes, yes, it’s me, it’s me, Heng’er, I finally see you again. It's wonderful, wonderful,” Huang Lao Xie exclaimed excitedly.
“I, I, what happened to me? I, wasn’t I already dead?” Feng Heng tried to recall the events that had occurred.
However, she was met with confusion.
She remembered that after giving birth to her daughter, she had died due to complications.
But what was happening now? Why was Yaoshi saying this? Was it possible that she hadn't died?
“Mother… I finally see you,” Huang Rong couldn't help but cry out.
Hearing the word “mother,” Feng Heng trembled. She looked at Huang Rong, who stood beside Huang Lao Xie.
Looking at the young girl who bore a striking resemblance to her, she was taken aback.
Who was this girl? Why was she calling her mother? Could she truly be her daughter?
But, how could her daughter be this grown up?
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