Chapter 98 God, what if I were a vampire?
Sang Li was certain of one thing: Fei Ling had taken her memories.
Moreover, it is gradually recovering.
Those memories are vastly different from how I am now.
This wasn't the first time she and Lu Jin had met.
Actually, she had thought about this issue before, considering the compatibility of their bodies.
Although he didn't say it very well, Lu Jin was very considerate of his own feelings.
It's as if they were truly born for themselves.
She wasn't someone who hadn't seen the world, but just now, during the ups and downs, she felt that Lu Jin was a completely different person.
He became fierce, inch by inch as if trying to nail her to the bedsheets. She had initially thought he was inexperienced, but what should she say now? Could it be the awakening of a man's bloodline?
However, Lu Jin's reaction was as if it were his first time having sex with her. But Sang Li clearly knew that she wouldn't have dreams for no reason; they were all things that happened in the past. So, Lu Jin's memories had also been erased?
By whom?
By oneself?
It shouldn't be Fei Ling and Chi Du. After all, judging from their "disdainful" attitude towards Lu Jin, they clearly felt that it was an insult to them to say Lu Jin's name.
Tsk.
What kind of person was I in the past?
She always felt that she would turn into a monster.
Once her memories are restored, will she transform into the Witch of Daylight?
Will they inherit the memories of the Day Witch?
Will my relationship with Lu Jin change?
It definitely will.
Why is it that she never meets anyone for the first time?
No, it's Bai Heng.
It seems that her relationship with Bai Heng is relatively simple.
Sang Li pondered to herself.
"What's wrong?" Lu Jin pushed the door open and came in.
Sang Li looked at her, and because of the cold wind blowing in, she wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, but was still very interested: "One more time?"
Lu Jin sensed something: "Still not satisfied?"
Sang Li: "Dual cultivation, absorbing yang to replenish yin."
Lu Jin chuckled: "What did you suddenly remember? You didn't suddenly realize that the person you love most in your life is me, did you?"
Sang Li: "There's nothing here, shall we come?"
"Come."
They didn't leave that cabin for an entire day.
Sang Li nestled in bed, the setting sun's rays streaming through the porthole, illuminating her slightly disheveled hair and creating a chaotic yet languid tranquility. Lu Jin leaned against the headboard, his bare back marked with faint red welts in the sunlight.
Those were left behind by her; in the chaos, her fingernails unconsciously dug into his skin.
"Your back is bleeding." Sang Li's voice was hoarse, her eyes fixed on the fresh red stain.
Lu Jin didn't turn around, only saying calmly, "It doesn't hurt."
"Um."
There was some bleeding and bruising.
Sang Li's gaze fell on the dried teardrop from the wound she had scratched herself, and she suddenly felt a dryness in her mouth. The color was too vivid, like a brightly colored fish swimming in the deep sea—a sign of some kind of danger.
It looks quite sweet.
Sang Li remained staring at the bloody scratches she had made, unable to look away.
Lu Jin felt a little awkward: "You like looking at me that much?"
The feeling of being stared at by Sang Li was obvious; she never hid herself.
“Turn around,” she suddenly said.
Lu Jin glanced at her, but didn't ask why. He slowly shifted his position, turning his back to her.
The sunlight slanted across the curve of his shoulder blades, the light red scratches still warm from the absurd aftermath, the bloodstains not yet healed, not seeping through the skin but still very noticeable, like jade soaked in blood, gleaming subtly in the light.
"Lie down."
"Um?"
"lie!"
Lu Jin obeyed, but he didn't know what Sang Li was going to do.
Sang Li knelt down and slowly lay on his back, fiddling with the wounds.
She didn't speak, but gently pressed her face against his, sniffing between his shoulder blades and back, as if trying to discern a familiar yet unfamiliar scent.
"Is your blood different from others?" she asked the question she had been observing for a long time.
"Hmm?" Lu Jin's voice was low.
"How come I never noticed?"
Lu Jin remained silent for a moment.
He recalled the file in the labyrinth of memories that sent chills down his spine at first glance, and the conversation between the researchers.
[Like a battery, it not only stores energy but can also release it when necessary. It's like a living super reactor. Even if the main body's capacity is insufficient, as long as there's a suitable container, it can handle all the output.]
Blood can reflect the body's condition, and one's own body is inherently different from another person's.
However, now is not the right time.
“You might become a vampire,” Lu Jin joked lazily. “If you become a vampire, you’ll only be able to live in an apartment and go out at night. That sounds pretty pitiful. But I can be merciful and wrap you in a blanket and take you out.”
Sang Li: "..."
Sang Li didn't listen. She remained on his back, her nose pressed against the wound, her eyes closed, like a small animal confirming the scent of its prey.
In the labyrinth of memories, she felt terrible, as if her body was empty. It was Lu Jin's blood that saved her.
"Hungry? It really sucks blood?"
She looked up at him speechlessly, then buried her face back in his back, her voice muffled: "Don't you think there's something wrong with your blood? Why does it smell so," she hesitated, "fragrant." Lu Jin raised an eyebrow: "Impossible, you're just hungry."
"I'd rather be a mutant," Sang Li muttered irritably.
The next second, as if driven by some kind of instinct, he unexpectedly lowered his head and bit the scabbed wound.
"Hiss!" Lu Jin gasped. "Are you a dog?"
"Didn't you say it didn't hurt?" Sang Li's eyes widened. "With your strong constitution, what's a bite from me?"
She licked her lips, the slightly fishy-sweet taste still lingering on her tongue, but suddenly realized something, froze, and her pupils contracted slightly.
"Wait a minute," she paused, her expression extremely subtle, "you weren't marked by me, were you?"
BEAM-071, she still remembers her attraction to humans.
Lu Jin paused for two seconds, then spoke in a low voice with a half-smile: "You're only thinking about this now?"
"..."
Sang Li panicked a little: "No, I just... I just..."
Her tongue was tied in knots.
How could I have forgotten about this?
“Don’t worry,” he sighed, turning over and sitting up, his gaze as calm as ever, even a little teasing, as he looked at her, “Our problem right now is much more serious than whether you mark me or not, isn’t it?”
Sang Li remained silent.
A while later.
Sang Li asked, "Do you think there's some kind of connection between us?"
What kind of connection?
"Don't make dirty jokes!"
"Okay, maybe."
Lu Jin looked down, picked up the clothes he had thrown on the ground, and slowly put them on: "Never mind, right? I'll go make something to eat, you can enjoy the scenery."
"good."
Sang Li was the only one left in the cabin.
She sat quietly on the bed, the blankets still warm from each other, but she didn't move, just staring at the sky outside the porthole.
The sun had already sunk below the horizon, the light gradually fading, and the orange-gold afterglow was scattered by the sea breeze and swallowed up in the thick twilight.
She sighed, walked over, and gently pushed open the window.
With a click, a blast of cold air rushed in.
Sang Li stretched out her hand, her fingertips touching the sky that was gradually sinking into darkness, as if trying to grasp something, but she couldn't hold onto anything.
In the silence, a sudden "beep" alarm sounded.
It is a magnetic field sensor left behind by Lu Jin.
The instrument that was originally placed by the bedside now had a flickering screen, with red light flashing intermittently, and emitted a very low beeping sound.
Sang Li was already very familiar with her.
She glanced down at it.
The alarm blared sharply and piercingly, but she remained unfazed. She didn't close the window, but simply glanced at the screen.
The up-and-down lines are like a heartbeat.
The wind suddenly picked up, and waves surged on the sea, crashing against the ship with a heavy "whoosh," like some giant beast turning over in the darkness.
She gazed at the deep sea that seemed to merge with the sky.
The next moment, she heard a sound.
It wasn't the sea breeze, nor was it an alarm.
It sounded more like the whispers of some kind of creature.
The sound came from all directions, intermittent, as if separated by a layer of water, or like an echo from a dream.
But she couldn't hear what was being said.
My body is very hot, like a burning furnace.
In December, the weather should be bitterly cold.
But it's impossible to blow through it.
Sang Li wrapped her thin shirt tighter around herself and followed the ethereal whispers as she left the cabin.
On the deck, the night wind carried the salty smell of the sea, making her hair dance wildly. She stood on the edge of the ship, her gaze fixed on the dark sea.
The sound seemed to be right in front of us.
But there was no one.
How could there be people at sea?
The sound of the waves echoed in my ears, rising and falling, like a reflection of my heartbeat, or like some enormous presence slowly moving and approaching underwater.
The piercing alarm suddenly became even louder.
All the alarms on the ship were going off.
Sang Li suddenly turned around. The warning light on the magnetic field instrument at the stern was flashing wildly, and the abnormal index on the display screen was jumping wildly, soaring to the red line as if it were going berserk.
Her pupils contracted slightly, almost the next second.
A dull thud came from the bottom of the ship!
The entire yacht was shaken violently, as if some enormous object had crashed into it, followed by a series of loud bangs, dense and continuous, like raindrops falling from the sky.
Sang Li rushed to the railing and looked down.
By the moonlight, she finally saw the unusual thing on the sea.
Clusters of shadows rose and fell amidst the surging waves.
Not human.
It's not a fish either.
Groups of twisted, bloated, fleshy lumps of creature floated on the waves. They looked as if they had been stitched together, some even with extra eyes, misaligned fins and arms, and bizarrely rolling tentacles protruding from underwater, constantly slapping the water around the yacht.
The most common are marine vegetation and marine barnacles.
It is also the most common abnormality.
Ordinary humans would mistake them for mutated creatures from nuclear waste, but some of them can even understand human speech.
At the same time, Lu Jin, who heard the alarm, rushed out of the cabin: "Why did you come out?"
"Come out and take a look."
Sang Li no longer appeared as weak as she had been when her thighs trembled repeatedly, although her skin still looked red.
"go back."
“What’s there to be afraid of?” Sang Li laughed. “I’m the most powerful anomaly here.”
This is true.
In the night wind, his arms were taut, and the magazines on his back reflected a cold light in the moonlight.
Being able to draw a weapon at any time has been a mandatory course for him for many years.
The number of clustered anomalies is also increasing.
Even if they aren't S-class, the sheer number of A-class enemies is enough to give them a run for their money.
"Sang Li, step back."
The sea breeze howled.
Monster Horn.
Lu Jin's voice was cold and stern, showing no sign of panic, as if it were an instinct honed from years of commanding battles.
As he spoke, he deftly drew his machine gun, loaded it into the magazine, and moved with the fluidity of flowing water.
But Sang Li did not move.
She simply stood there, one hand gripping the railing of the deck, her hair tousled by the wind, but her lips colder than the night.
She did not back down.
At that moment, a strange emotion flashed in Lu Jin's eyes.
Doesn't she need his protection anymore?
No.
What is Sang Li thinking?
The surrounding seawater began to surge, and swarms of marine creatures approached the ship. The closest one revealed a head full of eyeballs, peering onto the deck, its tentacles wrapped around the edge of the railing, slowly climbing up.
"Shh," Sang Li suddenly said.
She gently raised her other hand and placed her fingers to her lips.
"There's something I'd like to confirm."
Lu Jin narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to do?"
“Test,” Sang Li replied softly, her eyes darkening inch by inch in the night wind.
"Don't fire, Lu Jin," she added.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Test your abilities.
[Attractiveness]
So why is it being misinterpreted as "love"?
【Love】represents her ability to control those who love her.
She wanted to give it a try.
Lu Jin stared at the twisted creatures, his finger already on the trigger, but he forcibly restrained himself from pulling it.
Sang Li closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and inhaled the cold air.
It seemed as if the wind on the deck had suddenly stopped, and the world had been muted by some invisible force, leaving only her slow and long breathing.
She exhaled softly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were opening up every inch of her senses.
The next second.
The abnormal magnetic field monitor on Lu Jin's waist began to scream wildly, the piercing high-frequency alarm seeming to tear the night apart.
He glanced down and his expression suddenly changed.
The numbers are skyrocketing.
257%, 389%, 521%...
impossible.
This fluctuation is not caused by ordinary abnormal physical fitness.
It's Sang Li!
It's Sang Li's magnetic field fluctuation!
"Sang Li, stop." He took a step closer to her, but didn't dare to reach out his hand rashly.
Sang Li seemed not to hear, tilting her head, her brow unusually calm.
She slowly opened her arms, her palms facing the eerily churning sea.
Lu Jin heard a "snap" sound as the high-intensity abnormal magnetic field monitor he was carrying exploded, emitting a wisp of white smoke, and instantly malfunctioned.
broken!
How is that possible? This is military grade...
But amidst his surprise and doubt, Sang Li suddenly chuckled softly.
"I heard you," she murmured.
The wind began to stir her hair again.
She stood in the wind, her fingers reaching into the darkness, as if caressing something invisible.
She can "hear" them.
The existence of each supernumerary creature.
They live in the deep sea.
Floating and sinking on the waves.
They have no language, but they share a common "gurgling" sound, like the rolling of roe, cell division, or the beating of a heart, which echoes endlessly in her ears.
She can sense the "emotions" of each abnormal entity.
Pain, confusion, greed, restlessness... and a deep-seated, sticky dependence on her, a longing to be close to her.
She is their core, their anchor, their god.
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