Me? I was transported into a book? And I became a vicious villain?

The wind howled, rolling up the yellow sand all over the sky. The ancient ruins were half-hidden in the depths of the desert, like an old man in his twilight years, quietly telling the vicissitudes of time. Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen followed the guidance of the sheepskin scroll and came here with difficulty.

"Is this the place?" Chu Mengmeng looked at the dilapidated scene in front of her and couldn't help feeling a chill in her heart.

Xiao Yichen looked solemn and nodded slightly. He could feel a powerful dark force, like a dormant beast, lurking under the ruins, which was chilling.

The two walked into the ruins carefully. Among the broken walls, they could vaguely see the prosperity of the past. The air was filled with the smell of decay and death, which was suffocating.

Suddenly, the ground shook violently, and gravel above their heads fell down. Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen quickly steadied themselves and looked around vigilantly.

"Roar--"

A deafening roar came from the depths of the ruins, as if it came from an ancient ferocious beast, bringing with it a heart-pounding sense of oppression.

"Oh no, it's the Dark Lord!" Xiao Yichen's face changed and he said in a deep voice.

I saw a tall figure slowly walking out of the shadows. He was covered in a black cloak and his face could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of scarlet eyes were flashing with evil light.

"You are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time." The Dark Lord's voice was low and hoarse, with a creepy chill.

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen suddenly felt a strong pressure coming, almost making them breathless. The dark lord in front of them was stronger than any enemy they had encountered before, like an insurmountable mountain, standing in front of them.

"You are looking for death..." The Dark Lord slowly raised his hand. A powerful dark force gathered in his palm. The space seemed to solidify at this moment.

Xiao Yichen protected Chu Mengmeng behind him, unsheathing his sword with a cold light flashing. He knew that today was destined to be a fierce battle, but he would never back down. For Ling'er and for this world, he had to fight to the death.

"Mengmeng, protect yourself." Xiao Yichen said in a low voice, his tone firm and gentle.

Chu Mengmeng held the dagger tightly in her hand, her heart filled with worry and fear. But she knew that now was not the time to be afraid, she had to believe in Xiao Yichen and believe that they could defeat the darkness.

"Come on!" Xiao Yichen roared, launching the first attack, turning into a stream of light and rushing towards the Dark Lord. Chu Mengmeng followed closely behind, the dagger in her hand slashing out cold rays.

However, their attacks seemed so powerless in front of the Dark Lord...

Xiao Yichen's long sword, with its sharp sword energy, pierced straight into the heart of the Dark Lord, but was blocked by an invisible barrier. The sword hummed, but could not move forward at all. Chu Mengmeng's attack was also easily resolved. The dagger wailed under the erosion of the dark power.

“You don’t know what you can do!” The Dark Lord sneered. His figure flashed like a ghost and instantly appeared behind Chu Mengmeng. His five fingers formed into claws and grabbed her from behind.

"Meng Meng!" Xiao Yichen's eyes were red with anger, but he was powerless to stop it. He could only watch the Dark Lord's palm fall.

"Bang!" The expected severe pain did not come. Chu Mengmeng was pushed away by Xiao Yichen, who used his body to block the fatal blow from the Dark Lord.

"Puff——" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Xiao Yichen's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily on the cold ground.

"Xiao Yichen!" Chu Mengmeng exclaimed, desperately rushed to Xiao Yichen, helped him up, and asked anxiously, "How are you?"

Xiao Yichen's face was as pale as paper, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was shocking, but he endured the severe pain, shook his head, and said weakly: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry..."

“Hahaha, what a touching love story.” The Dark Lord’s voice echoed in the empty ruins, full of teasing and ridicule. “Unfortunately, your struggles are in vain. Your daughter, Ling’er, has now become a part of me, and she will forever submit to darkness!”

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen were shocked and heartbroken when they heard this. They couldn't imagine that their lovely daughter was transformed into a part of the dark power. This was more painful than killing them.

“No! This is not true!” Chu Mengmeng shook her head desperately, tears blurring her eyes, “Ling’er, my Ling’er…”

"Hahaha, just enjoy this despair!" The Dark Lord laughed wildly, his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving only despair and sadness in the air.

Chu Mengmeng hugged Xiao Yichen tightly, tears rolling down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string. Her heart seemed to be torn into pieces and she was in excruciating pain.

"Let's go..." Xiao Yichen uttered two words with difficulty. His consciousness gradually blurred, but he knew that they couldn't give up like this. They had to survive and find a way to save Ling'er... Despair was like an invisible poisonous snake, tightly wrapped around Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen's hearts. Every breath was accompanied by piercing pain. Xiao Yichen's body was getting weaker and weaker. The attack of the Dark Lord almost exhausted all his strength. Chu Mengmeng trembled and took out a pill from her arms. This was the healing medicine she refined, but in the face of such serious injuries, it seemed to be a drop in the bucket.

"Let's... go..." Xiao Yichen said with difficulty, every word seemed to be dancing on the edge of a knife, "Let's leave here first..."

Chu Mengmeng knew that staying here would definitely mean her death. She suppressed her grief, helped Xiao Yichen up with difficulty, and walked towards the exit of the ruins step by step. Every step was like stepping on a knife edge, and every step was soaked in blood and despair.

Back home, the cozy little house seemed particularly deserted, as if mocking their powerlessness. Chu Mengmeng put Xiao Yichen on the bed. He was terribly pale and his breathing was weak, as if he would disappear at any time.

"It's all my fault. If I could be stronger, if I could find Ling'er earlier..." Chu Mengmeng knelt beside the bed, tears silently sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the back of Xiao Yichen's hand. The hot tears seemed to burn his skin but could not warm his cold body.

Xiao Yichen raised his hand with great effort, wanting to touch Chu Mengmeng's cheek, but his hand fell down weakly. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He knew that Chu Mengmeng was in as much pain as he was, but he was powerless and could only watch her fall into the abyss of self-blame and despair.

The room was dead silent, with only the whistling wind outside the window and their suppressed breathing. The scene of Ling'er being swallowed by the dark power replayed in their minds over and over again, like a sharp blade, tearing their hearts into pieces.

They just sat there in silence, leaning against each other, like two travelers shivering in a storm, unable to find their direction or see hope.

Just when they were about to be swallowed by despair, Chu Mengmeng suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and stood up abruptly, with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She turned around and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and finally found an old wooden box in a corner...

Chu Mengmeng's eyes suddenly sparkled with a gleam of light. She remembered! Before being drawn into the ruins, she had found a set of ancient documents in the laboratory, which recorded a purification ritual that could fight against the power of darkness.

"Yichen, do you believe me?" Chu Mengmeng held Xiao Yichen's hand tightly, her tone filled with unprecedented firmness.

Xiao Yichen nodded weakly. He knew that at this moment, they had no choice but to believe Chu Mengmeng.

"There is a way that may be able to save Ling'er, but it requires great risks." Chu Mengmeng took a deep breath and told Xiao Yichen in detail about her findings in the laboratory and the steps of the purification ritual.

After listening to Chu Mengmeng's description, Xiao Yichen's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. Although this method sounded very dangerous and the possibility of success was slim, it was their only hope.

"We must give it a try, for Ling'er and for ourselves." Xiao Yichen sat up with difficulty, with a determination in his eyes.

Chu Mengmeng supported Xiao Yichen, and the two began to prepare the materials needed for the purification ceremony. They searched the entire hut and finally found most of the materials, but they were missing one crucial thing - the Pure Spirit Grass.

Pure Spirit Grass is an extremely rare spiritual grass that grows in places with abundant spiritual energy. It is said to have the ability to purify all dark forces. Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen had seen records about Pure Spirit Grass in ancient books, but had never seen it in person.

“What should we do? Without the Pure Spirit Grass, we can’t perform the purification ceremony.” Chu Mengmeng was extremely anxious. Seeing the flame of hope about to go out, her heart sank.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Are you looking for the Pure Spirit Grass?"

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen looked up suddenly, and saw an old man in a gray robe and with white hair appearing at the door...