My vampire princess wants to repay a debt of gratitude.

The taxi was thrown off its vehicle, its front end dented, and it spun 360 degrees on the road before finally coming to a stop. The driver inside was already lifeless.

The Santana was also overturned in the crash. The windshield shattered, piercing the mother and sister's bodies like blades. The front of the car was severely damaged, and the airbags deployed, protecting the father's head at the critical moment.

Even so, he was still bleeding profusely from the head injury.

Lin Mo had a high fever, which made that part of his memory very blurry.

But now I remember completely.

My younger sister, Lin Xuan, died on the spot, and my mother also died.

The father slammed the car door shut, climbed out, and then turned back to carry Lin Mo out.

The younger sister, with pieces of glass stuck in her chest and face, had already lost her breath.

After making the call, Dad collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

In the taxi, in the back seat, sat a young couple, holding their child tightly in their arms.

The ambulance arrived and took everyone to the hospital, except for the driver, mother, and sister, who died at the scene.

Lin Mo lay in the hospital for a long time before waking up.

Due to a fever, he experienced temporary amnesia. He had a strange dream in which he and his sister were waiting at the door for their parents to be taken to the emergency room. In the end, they were told that the surgery had failed and they had died.

Lin Mo has always treated this dream as reality.

Then, my aunt appeared, bringing with her another girl who was the same age as my sister, also named Lin Xuan.

"What a coincidence, this child also has the surname Lin."

The aunt was originally Lin Xuan's aunt. She adopted Lin Mo, who was originally her niece, and Lin Xuan.

Lin Mo and Lin Xuan are, in a strict sense, children from a blended family, because both of their parents died in that car accident.

Lin Xuan was too young to remember anything, and Lin Mo told her everything that happened afterward, so she always thought that Lin Mo was her biological brother.

My aunt never told them the truth.

Lin Mo felt extremely distressed when recalling this memory.

This is a kind of pain that is overwhelmed by the flood of memories.

It wasn't physical pain, but mental pain.

The suffocating smells—the smell of gasoline from vehicles, the smell of rain, the smell of disinfectant from the hospital, and the smell of blood—filled his nostrils, as if he were back at the scene.

Pain is like a spider web, extracting his soul and hanging it on the web, rendering him unable to move and only able to watch helplessly as this scene repeats itself, thus deepening his inner despair.

My sister's chubby face, my mother's gentle smile, and my father's forced seriousness all seemed to shatter like glass mirrors.

Lin Mo returned to the scene of the car accident, as if time were flowing backward.

The father, who had fallen outside, and the child returned to the car. The glass shards returned to the car window and left the younger sister and mother, restoring their bodies to their original state.

The vehicle flipped over and began to reverse, and rain began to pour back into the sky.

The people in the taxi resumed their conversation. The young couple released their hands from their daughter's tight embrace, the driver lifted his head from the steering wheel, and the vehicle began to reverse.

It was as if the rewind button had been pressed, taking us back to the moment the shadow appeared.

The shadowy figure was moving incredibly fast, but in Lin Mo's eyes, it appeared to be moving at an infinitely slow speed.

This is a man wearing a black suit. He is pale, with sharp features and a beauty mark under his left eye.

As he glanced past the car window, he looked back at the person inside with disdain, as if he had just accidentally spotted an ant while walking. He turned back and continued on his way, letting the two vehicles collide.

The unfamiliar man had blood-red eyes.

He is a vampire.

If Lin Mo couldn't recognize it before, he can now easily identify it.

A man's scent, appearance, and speed can all be used to judge his character.

This is a vampire.

Lin Mo memorized his appearance, closed her eyes, and exited the memory.

He was already in tears, and Ye Zimo and the little girl stared at him blankly.

Why are you crying?

Wang Xiaoyun asked curiously.

Because she only remembered where she had dropped her eraser, where her father had hidden his secret stash of money, and other such trivial things, which even made her want to laugh when she thought about them.

But Lin Mo cried.

She didn't know what memories could have made this older brother cry so bitterly.

His tears flowed like a fountain, but he made no sound.

Lin Mo wiped away her tears with her cat paw: "It's nothing."

“Your whole cat face was contorted just now.”

Wang Xiaoyun asked worriedly, "Are you really alright, Brother Lin Mo?"

"It's nothing, I just remembered some... memories."

Lin Mo remembered that Ye Zimo had asked Xiao Ju to investigate him, but Ye Zimo never told him the truth. Was it because she couldn't find out, or was this person related to her?

This question arose in Lin Mo's mind.

At the same time, his desire to go back became even stronger.

If before, all I wanted was to send Ye Zimo and the little girl out, now I'm determined to get out myself no matter what.

Even if his soul cannot return to his body after he goes out, he still wants to go back.

Because his parents and sister's deaths were not accidental.

That unfamiliar vampire is the murderer.

Lin Mo would never forget his indifferent gaze, the kind of look that seemed to regard him as an ant, which enraged Lin Mo.

“If you don’t want to keep dwelling on the past, you can leave now.”

Ye Zimo took out her bone sword, indicating that she intended to destroy the Queen Whale's abdomen.

Lin Mo grabbed her hand.

"Wait, I think there's something I haven't remembered."

"You should know that people can be reincarnated. If you continue to recall, you may recall things from your previous life, or even the life before that. If you have too many memories, you may break down and become a part of the island of the heart, like these grasses of longing. In fact, each one comes from a soul."

Ye Zimo reminded her.

Lin Mo hesitated for a second, but since he was already here, he wanted to retrieve all his memories.

"hold on."

Lin Mo closed her eyes again, letting the white velvet envelop her entire body.

After hearing Ye Zimo's words, Wang Xiaoyun dared not touch the velvet anymore. She hid behind Ye Zimo, peeked out, and nervously watched Lin Mo.

"Will big brother be alright?"

Ye Zimo slowly shook her head: "I believe him."

Lin Mo's consciousness seemed to enter a wondrous space, where all the memories became less direct and violent than a storm, but rather like droplets of water, slowly flowing into the ocean of his consciousness.

Lin Mo walked towards the depths of the ocean, but he did not feel the suffocating sensation of seawater rushing into his body. The seawater interacted with him well, flowing gently around him like a tender stream.

Lin Mo walked all the way to the bottom of the sea.

Layers of memories surge on the seabed, each drop of water seemingly a scene, weaving together fragments of life.

Chapter 210 Ideological Construction

Lin Mo stood at the bottom of the ocean of memories and took a deep breath.

He is adjusting his thoughts and trying to control his emotions. Anyone who sees these layers upon layers of life memories will be incredibly surprised and shocked.

It's like you always thought you were just yourself, but in reality you are not only yourself, but also everyone else in this world.

Although these people are dead, the memories of them still evoke a deep sense of wonder.

I never realized I've lived this long, that I've experienced so much, that reincarnation really exists.

To be precise, Lin Mo's values ​​were somewhat shattered.

However, his values ​​began to be reshaped as early as when he met Ye Zimo, and the incident with Jiang Chatu laid the groundwork, allowing Lin Mo to face so many memories with equanimity now.

Lin Mo reached out and touched his first layer of memory, which was the closest to his past life.

This memory is thin and faint, because he was a cockroach, only remembering birth, living, and death.

Lin Mo immediately withdrew his hand. Damn, he really didn't want to admit that he had been a cockroach and eaten such disgusting things, and that he actually thought they tasted delicious at the time!

Lin Mo hesitated. What if he continued to examine these memories and discovered that he was a dung beetle in his past life? Wouldn't his memories be filled with excrement? If that were the case, he might really be unable to bear it and break down, just like the vampire had said.

The thought of having eaten that stuff makes it impossible for me to look at my magnificent life the same way again!

Lin Mo couldn't help but swallow hard, and only after mustering his courage did he go to look at the second layer of the Sea of ​​Memories.

Lin Mo let out a long breath. Finally, the second life he was closest to wasn't an insect, but a blade of grass, verbena.

So grass has a memory too!

This blade of grass took root and sprouted, endured sun and rain, and grew strong. It was transplanted to a flower bed, only to be trampled down by a naughty child. It persevered again, was trampled again, persevered again, was trampled again, persevered again, and finally, the child's mother disliked it, saying that the grass looked so withered and that it should be pulled out.

So the tenacious little grass was pulled up by the bear cub's mother and thrown into the trash can.

Lin Mo really wanted to see what the bear cub and the bear mother looked like, not for revenge, but grass has no eyes or vision, everything is through perception, so it can only hear sounds and feel power, and then it dies.

If anyone still says they want to be a blade of grass or a tree in their next life, Lin Mo can tell them with certainty that they will be more hardworking than a migrant worker carrying bricks on a construction site, more pitiful than a homeless person begging on the street, more furious than someone who is cheated on after marriage, and more helpless than someone who is unemployed in middle age.

In short, a blade of grass has no human rights. No matter how tenacious you are, no matter how hard you try to survive, you will eventually be destroyed by a naughty child.

In his third life, Lin Mo finally escaped being a weak and pitiful herbaceous plant and insect, and became a bat.

Although he slept in caves during the day, he could fly all over the mountains at night. His early life was quite colorful. However, he had a kind of fanatical love for blood. Once, he drank the blood of a young boy, which brought revenge from the hunters in the mountains. There were not just one hunter, but several of them. They surrounded him and attacked him. Outnumbered, he was defeated and died.

The most recent incarnation of myself was a tardigrade, a long-lived tardigrade that ranges in size from 50 micrometers to 1.4 millimeters, a creature smaller than some insects.