Bloodthirsty Countess’s Overbearing Love 67

Chapter 67

After seeing Director Xu off, Li Mo returned to her apartment, her mind still reeling from the encounter with Song Ling. Too many unanswered questions plagued her thoughts, making it impossible to relax. She was grateful that the audition wasn’t until the day after tomorrow. Otherwise, in her current state of mind, she wouldn’t be able to focus on her role.

She went to her room, retrieved the script, and began to read. Immersing herself in work was the best way to distract herself from her emotional turmoil. She channeled her professional spirit and began analyzing the character, putting herself in the character’s shoes, imagining how she would react in the same situations.

She read the script over and over again, meticulously studying every detail, jotting down her thoughts and insights on colorful sticky notes that she attached to the pages. Soon, the entire script was covered in a rainbow of notes.

It was already evening when she finally looked up, realizing how much time had passed. She closed the script and went to the refrigerator, grabbing a bag of blood to quench her thirst. As she stared at the glass of blood, her mind drifted back to Song Ling’s revelation that she was also a vampire.

She remembered Song Ling’s eyes, transforming into a mesmerizing deep blue. She daydreamed about Song Ling gazing at her with those captivating eyes, her expression filled with love and longing. It was that look that had made Li Mo succumb to her advances.

She shook her head, trying to banish those thoughts, but she couldn’t help but ponder her own mysterious past. Li Mo knew nothing about her origins. She didn’t know where she came from or why she was a vampire. She didn’t even know her real name.

Li Mo was just a name she had chosen for herself. Her earliest memory was of being a survivor of World War II. She remembered crawling out of a pile of corpses, but she had no idea how she had ended up in that mass grave or why she had lost her memory.

She only knew that after emerging from that pit, she had been running for her life, fleeing from bombs and soldiers. At the time, she hadn’t known she was a vampire, with an immortal body. She had only discovered her true nature much later.

She had been completely amnesiac. When she woke up, all she saw were corpses, the sounds of gunfire and explosions filling her ears, terror gripping her heart. She hadn’t had time to think about anything else.

Her first instinct had been to escape, to find a place to hide. She remembered going days without food or water, something impossible for an ordinary human. But she hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Survival in those chaotic times had overridden her basic human needs.

When she could no longer bear the hunger, she had emerged from the sewers, seeking food. She had found a fruit tree in a nearby forest and had devoured the fruit, but it hadn’t satisfied her hunger.

She had then given up on fruit and had gone in search of other food, only to discover her insatiable craving for blood. She had found herself drawn to corpses, unable to resist the urge to drink their blood. And she had realized that only blood could truly quench her thirst.

At first, she had been repulsed by her own actions, but over time, she had grown accustomed to it. Then, during one of her escapes, she had met a middle-aged woman fleeing with her two children. They had decided to travel together, helping each other, forming a bond of kinship. However, during one of their escapes, they had been discovered by Japanese soldiers.

The soldiers, seeing the two attractive women, had evil intentions. They had tried to escape, but fleeing with two children was difficult. Li Mo had watched helplessly as the soldiers killed the children and then the mother, who had sacrificed herself to protect her children.

Witnessing their deaths had filled Li Mo with rage, and it was then that she had discovered the immense power within her.

She had single-handedly slaughtered an entire Japanese unit, without any weapons. After that battle, she had finally accepted the truth: she wasn’t human. She was a vampire, a terrifying creature with an immortal body. She had then used her powers to kill countless Japanese soldiers, her reputation spreading like wildfire.

The Japanese command, determined to eliminate her, had sent more troops and tanks after her. Even with her immortality, she couldn’t withstand their firepower. She had been forced to flee again.

She had sought refuge in a church, where she had met an American missionary. The missionary, taking pity on her, had helped her escape China with the US Army, taking her back to America with him.

She had then lived with the missionary at his church in America for over a decade. When the missionary died of old age, Li Mo, her youthful appearance unchanged, fearing suspicion, had decided to live a nomadic life.

To avoid unnecessary questions about her immortality, she would move to a new city every few decades, assuming a new identity, and starting a new life.

Therefore, her claim to Song Ling that she was a Chinese-American born and raised in the US wasn’t entirely a lie. It was just that the truth was too complicated to explain.

Initially, Li Mo had also wondered if she might be the Li Xinjun of Song Ling’s memories, but after hearing the details of Song Ling’s story, she had dismissed that possibility. The reason was simple: Li Xinjun and Song Ling were from the Qing Dynasty.

According to Song Ling, Li Xinjun had died during the reign of Emperor Qianlong. Li Mo, although amnesiac, knew that her earliest memories were from World War II, a gap of about two hundred years. It was impossible.

If she were truly Li Xinjun, she would have some memories of her past, but she had none. And even if she had lost her memory after the fire in the capital, she would still remember the two hundred years that followed. And as a jiangshi, her wounds would have healed quickly. It was highly unlikely that she would have been unconscious for two hundred years due to an injury.

Li Mo was certain that she was at most a hundred years old, while Song Ling was over three hundred years old. This age difference eliminated any possibility of them being the same person. As for the familiarity she felt towards Song Ling and their uncanny resemblance, the only plausible explanation was that she might be a descendant or relative of Li Xinjun. That was the most likely scenario.

However, it was all just speculation. The truth remained a mystery, something she would have to unravel with Song Ling. But after last night’s events, her feelings towards Song Ling had changed. She didn’t know how to face her.

Their relationship was awkward. They weren’t lovers, nor were they family, but they had slept together. And now, with the possibility of being a descendant of Li Xinjun, their relationship felt even more complicated.

If it turned out that she was indeed Li Xinjun’s descendant, how would Song Ling feel? Li Xinjun was Song Ling’s wife. Wouldn’t that make their relationship incestuous? Although they weren’t blood-related, the implications were unsettling.

She sighed, wondering why the first person she had slept with had to be her ancestor’s lover. She didn’t want to accept this reality, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

If not for these complicated circumstances, she might have considered pursuing a relationship with Song Ling. But now, knowing the truth, she felt the need to distance herself. She didn’t want to be caught in such a messy situation.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. These worries were giving her a headache. She decided to stop thinking about it for now. She would deal with it after returning from Shanghai.