Fanlian

My sister's blood is golden and can bring the dead back to life. They said this was a gift from heaven and an opportunity to become an immortal. But I know this is a curse. On the fifteenth day of every month, she would twitch all over in pain and cough up golden blood. Before she died, my mother held my hand and said, "Chen'er, protect her with your life... Don't let anyone see a drop of her blood." I believed it, and I hid it for ten years. Until that night, a white lotus bloomed over the village. The nine petals are pure white and holy, but the outermost petal is slowly stained with blood. The rusty bell left by the mother-in-law suddenly burned to the bone. The black wooden sign on my sister's wrist that never left her body cracked with a "click" sound. That day, I understood the truth from the fragments of the scroll my mother left behind: My sister is not a human being. She is "medicine". It is one of the tens of thousands of "medicine introductions" that the supreme being who lives thirty-three days away and regards all worlds as a furnace of elixirs has spread to the world. Just when her love begins to blossom and her love reaches its deepest level, the nine petals of the white lotus turn red. This is the time when the medicine is ripe and the elixir is ready, and the incarnation arrives for harvest. My mother didn't die of illness, she was drained of her life by this "alchemy". And I, a mortal brother with no spiritual roots and no blood relationship with the Supreme, am the only "impurity" in his perfect elixir. Later, I took my sister on the run.