Chapter 247 Not Father, But Many More... Sun Ran...
The dyeing process didn't keep Sang Zhitao waiting too long.
About seven or eight minutes later, he suddenly brought in a device that looked like a printer.
The device made the coffee table creak when it was placed on it.
Looking at the coffee table whose legs were already bent, Sang Zhitao couldn't help but suggest, "Why don't you... just put it on the ground?"
Ran Feng was stunned for a moment, then followed her gaze and realized that the coffee table was overburdened.
He quickly picked up the equipment and put it back on the ground, then grabbed a towel from behind the door and wiped the equipment.
"Cough cough." The flying dust made Sang Zhitao cough twice.
"What is this?" Sang Zhitao asked curiously.
Ran Feng was staring blankly at the device when she heard her question and came back to her senses: "Bloodline Tracing Device."
"Huh?" Sang Zhitao asked, stunned.
Seeing that she didn't understand, Ran Feng didn't explain, but instead turned around and left again.
Seeing him leave again, Sang Zhitao couldn't help but sigh, "I have a bad feeling about this."
A short while later, two young men in their early twenties were brought in.
"Wow! Brother Feng, how did you pull this out?" One of the young men in black quickly walked up to the equipment.
He circled the equipment several times, looking surprised.
Another young man in blue wasn't as lively as him, but he also frowned and looked at Ran Feng: "Brother Feng?"
Ran Feng glanced at Sang Zhitao and said to the two of them, "Help me test if the equipment still works."
After hearing this, the young man in blue subconsciously glanced at Sang Zhitao before nodding and saying, "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked up to the young man in black and grabbed him, lifting him up from the ground: "Get up."
"Ahhh, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" The young man in black kept waving his hands in mid-air and shouting.
The young man in blue couldn't help but tap him: "Alright, stop causing trouble."
The young man in black straightened his collar and coughed twice: "Understood."
"What does Brother Feng need us to do?" He only saw Ran Feng after he straightened his clothes.
"Okay, you guys try out the equipment." Ran Feng repeated the request again.
The young man in blue nodded knowingly, then pulled out a small knife from his waist and slashed his fingertip.
The young man in black beside him overruled his movements.
The dyeing and sealing machine opened one of the openings on top of the equipment and then took out a funnel about the size of a thumb from the side.
He took the funnel and put it directly into his mouth.
As he placed the funnel, the two young men put their bleeding fingers on it.
A few drops of blood were dripped into the device.
The equipment suddenly started shaking violently, as if it were about to fall apart, and even emitted a plume of black smoke.
"Is this thing broken...?" the young man in blue couldn't help but say.
Sang Zhitao instinctively hid in the farthest corner.
"...It won't explode." The young man in black seemed speechless at Sang Zhitao's actions and couldn't help but say.
"Mmm." Sang Zhitao nodded obediently, but still didn't intend to come closer to look.
The equipment, vibrating and emitting black smoke, then spit out a piece of paper.
"Blood source X result: Blood component analysis of fluid No. □ and blood No. 2..."
"How come there are so many missing words?" The young man in blue frowned and shook the paper in his hand.
Ran Feng took the analysis report from his hand and looked at it carefully: "It's okay, as long as you can understand the most important point."
The young man in blue followed his gaze and saw that the last sentence on the paper read: "The two are related by blood and, based on comparative analysis, are determined to be brothers."
"You suspect...?" The young man in black kept shifting his gaze between him and Sang Zhitao.
Ranfeng walked to the coffee table and handed the two photos to them: "She said she was the baby in the photos."
Both brothers were startled upon hearing this and turned around sharply to look at Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow, subconsciously guessing that the fact that the photo was taken three hundred years ago was not a secret to Si Qiqi.
"How is this possible?!" The young man in blue frowned, his face filled with disbelief.
Ran Feng nodded as well: "I also find it unbelievable, so..."
His gaze swept over the equipment on the ground, which had stopped smoking.
"Are you willing?" Ran Feng looked at Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao nodded: "Yes, I also want to know why you and my dad look so alike."
Seeing a cute four- or five-year-old child acting mature beyond his years, the young man in blue couldn't help but clutch his chest and exclaim softly, "Wow, so cute!"
"Bear with it~ It hurts a little~" Ran Feng cut his hand open with a knife.
The young man in blue squatted down in front of Sang Zhitao and gestured with a knife for a long time before carefully making a small cut the size of a grain of rice with a reluctant expression.
"Ouch, it hurts so much!" Sang Zhitao didn't seem to care, but he looked like he couldn't bear to watch as he clutched his chest and hid to the side.
Sang Zhitao opened her mouth, then helplessly reached her hand onto the funnel.
Fortunately, her hands were small, so even a wound the size of a grain of rice was considered a large wound to her. Therefore, even though the wound was small, the blood could still drip into the funnel.
As blood dripped in, the equipment began to vibrate and smoke again.
Sang Zhitao instinctively tried to hide away, but was held down by the young man in black.
Seeing Sang Zhitao turn to look at him, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and tease, "Honey, why are you running? You won't blow up."
Sang Zhitao rolled her eyes at him: "What if? I value my life."
The young man in black chuckled a few times before saying, "This equipment has been like this since the first time it was used; it's just a bit worse now."
He nodded, saying, "This is probably the last time I'll use it."
Sang Zhitao looked at the young man, who had previously appeared cold and aloof, with surprise. Now, he seemed to possess the liveliness that only a young man in blue could have.
It's like a gray painting suddenly being brought to life with color.
“There is a blood relationship, but it’s too far in the generations to determine.” The young man in blue read the judgment on the paper in a low voice.
"Really related?!" He looked at Sang Zhitao and Ran Feng in surprise.
"So you... are a descendant of Dad's relatives?" Sang Zhitao looked at the people in the photo. "But there are only Dad, Mom, Grandpa, and Grandma in the photo..."
"Because my ancestor was always sick and recuperating," Ran Feng explained after waving his hand and letting the two brothers leave with the equipment.
Seeing that Sang Zhitao's eyes were blank, he continued, "My ancestor and your father were brothers, but he was in poor health from childhood, so the outside world never knew about him."
"Then you should know a lot about what happened three hundred years ago, right?" Sang Zhitao was somewhat surprised that the two of them had such a connection.
However, a thought also arose in my mind.
The judgment she received from As and Ruyue was merely their guess. Now that there was a blood relative who might know more, she naturally hoped to learn more about the past from that person.
Ran Feng sighed and walked to the sofa to sit down.
Sang Zhitao shrugged and followed her to sit down in the seat opposite her.
Looking at Ran Feng across from him, he frowned, seemingly trying to figure out how to start the conversation.
Sang Zhitao didn't urge him. Instead, she opened her bag, took out a packet of dried meat that Ruan Ruan had given her, and started eating it.
"This taste..." Ran Feng sniffed, somewhat surprised.
"The vice-captain Ruan Ruan, whom I met on March 25th, gave these to me," Sang Zhitao said, handing over the snacks. "Would you like to try some?"
Ran Feng's eyes were filled with memories. He carefully pinched a piece of jerky, put it in his mouth, and chewed it: "It really feels like it..."
"Have you eaten it?" Sang Zhitao asked curiously.
Ran Feng sighed heavily: "Never mind, it was a long time ago."
Sang Zhitao had no interest in prying into other people's secrets. Seeing that he was unwilling to talk about it, she naturally didn't want to press him for details, so she simply stuffed the rest of the dried meat into his hand.
Ran Feng was taken aback by her actions, but couldn't help but laugh out loud and took the dried meat.
The originally somber atmosphere in the room seemed to have lessened considerably with his smile.
The warm atmosphere was abruptly shattered by the door suddenly collapsing.
The two turned their heads at the same time and saw a group of people, led by Ran Yue, crammed onto the fallen door panel, trying desperately to get up.
"Ouch, my foot!"
"My hair!"
"Which bastard touched my chest?!"
"Hurry up up there... I can't hold on any longer..."
"I want to die, I want to die, I want to die..."
The two young brothers following closely behind, with mischievous smiles on their faces, shrugged at Sang Zhitao and Ran Feng: "It has nothing to do with us."
Ran Feng looked helplessly at his companion, his face no longer showing any trace of coldness.
"Come in and listen if you want."
Upon hearing his words, the group, who had been struggling to get up, suddenly rose from the ground in a matter of moments.
Ran Feng sat back down on the sofa with a helpless expression.
Sang Zhitao then realized that the entire 477 squad had less than ten people.
"You know Ran Yue and Ran Mei." Ran Feng pointed to the two of them, then to the two brothers: "Ran Yu and Ran Leng."
"You don't need to remember the rest."
"Hey! Brother Feng! That's going too far!"
"Exactly! Don't we even deserve to have names?!"
Ran Feng coughed lightly: "Do you still want to hear the story?"
"Listen, listen, listen!"
The group of people stopped criticizing Ran Feng for double standards and obediently found places to sit, waiting for his story.
“When the Divine Child Project began three hundred years ago, our ancestors, namely your grandparents, were among the initiators of the project.”
"They gathered the one hundred strongest healing ability users at the time, the most powerful of whom was your mother."
"She has the bloodline of the first generation of superhumans, is a descendant of the All-Knowing Ones, and is the only one of the hundred healing-type individuals who survived in good health."
"So those ten people were named after your mother's ancestor, the One of All Things."
"Am I not the eleventh surviving superhuman?" Sang Zhitao suddenly raised her hand and asked, puzzled.
Ran Feng shook his head: "No, only ten superhumans survived at that time, one of whom was your mother and the other was your father."
"My dad is a healing type?!" Sang Zhitao exclaimed in surprise.
“Yes, in an accident, he suffered an emotional breakdown and became a dark emotion.” Ran Feng frowned slightly. “If I remember correctly, it should be the Despair Domain.”
"That... must have been a very desperate experience." Sang Zhitao ran her fingertips over the photo and couldn't help but sigh softly.
“I remember my ancestor’s diary saying that before the day of heartbreak, a fire suddenly broke out in the house, and all of my ancestor’s family members were seriously injured and eventually died in agony…”
"How can a healing-type ability user not save her family?" Sang Zhitao looked at the happy family in the photo with mixed feelings.
It's hard to imagine that such a family could suffer such a tragic fate.
"So she's your ancestor? Not your daughter..." Although Ran Yue's voice was filled with regret, there was still an undisguised but very obvious smile after the regret as she looked at Ran Feng.
A hint of helplessness flashed across Ran Feng's face. He knew that once everyone found out about this, they would laugh at him.
"So Dad has never been here?" Sang Zhitao sighed.
Ran Feng paused for a moment, then turned to look at his companions.
Everyone passed the photo around, marveling at the striking resemblance between the person in the photo and Ran Feng, while shaking their heads to indicate that they had never seen them before.
“We’ve been practicing our abilities in the pipes and trying to get them in. What if they came before but left because they couldn’t get in?” Ran Yue asked, frowning.
“Then I’ll leave tomorrow and continue looking for my father.” Sang Zhitao looked at Ran Feng. “You don’t mind if I stay one night, do you?”
Ran Feng shook his head: "I don't mind."
“We…” Ran Yu looked up at Ran Feng, but after he shook his head, she didn’t continue.
"Then let's rest at my place first." Ran Yue smiled and picked up Sang Zhitao. "I'll take you to eat something delicious."
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