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

Warm sunlight poured into the room through the window lattice, casting mottled light and shadows on the wooden floor. Chu Mengmeng gently opened the door and looked at Ling'er sleeping in the cradle, with a gentle smile on her face.

Since returning from the cave, Ling'er has become a different person. Her eyes, which used to be dull, are now clear and bright, and her face has gradually regained its rosy color. She is no longer as silent as before, but often babbles something, and occasionally reveals an innocent smile, which melts the hearts of Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen.

"It seems that the 'light of the soul' is really useful," Xiao Yichen walked to Chu Mengmeng with a bowl of steaming porridge, looking at Ling'er in the cradle with loving eyes, "Our Ling'er is finally back."

"Yes," Chu Mengmeng nodded, her eyes slightly moist, "I'm sorry for the hardship you've endured during this period, Yichen."

Xiao Yichen put down the bowl of porridge, gently put his arm around Chu Mengmeng's shoulders, and said softly, "Silly girl, why are you talking about whether it's hard or not? We are a family and we should face everything together."

Chu Mengmeng raised her head and looked at Xiao Yichen's resolute profile, her heart filled with gratitude and love.

During this time, they not only had to take care of Ling'er, but also had to hurry up to repair their home. The originally cozy courtyard had been severely damaged in the previous incident, but now, with their efforts, it has regained its former vitality.

"Ling'er, look, these are the new flowers that daddy planted. Aren't they beautiful?" Chu Mengmeng carried Ling'er to the yard and pointed at the colorful flowers in the flower bed.

Ling'er opened her eyes wide with curiosity and stretched out her chubby little hands to touch the delicate petals.

"Be careful, don't hurt the flowers," Xiao Yichen gently stopped her, "When Ling'er grows up a little bit, Dad will teach you how to grow flowers, okay?"

Ling'er seemed to understand what Xiao Yichen said. She clapped her hands happily and giggled.

In the evening, the setting sun cast a golden glow on the mountains in the distance. Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen sat in the yard, watching Ling'er toddling on the grass, with happy smiles on their faces.

"Mengmeng, Yichen," an old voice suddenly sounded behind them.

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen turned around suddenly and saw...

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen turned around suddenly, and saw an old man wearing coarse linen clothes but with an immortal look standing behind them, looking at them kindly.

"Old man, who are you?" Xiao Yichen stood up and asked puzzledly.

The old man stroked his gray beard and said with a smile: "I was entrusted by someone to teach you how to better control the 'light of the soul'."

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen looked at each other and immediately understood that this old man was the mysterious man who had been helping them in secret.

"Old man, please accept our greetings!" Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen bowed respectfully to the old man.

In the next few days, the old man taught them many skills to control and use the "light of the soul". They knew that the "light of the soul" can not only heal pain, but also resist the invasion of darkness from the outside world, and can even be used to attack.

"Remember," the old man said earnestly, "the light of the soul is the purest power in the world. Use it to protect the weak, not to hurt others."

"We'll remember that, old man." Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen nodded solemnly.

Under the guidance of the old man, Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen's ability to control the "light of the soul" has made great progress. They decided to take Ling'er to visit the villagers who survived the attack of the dark lord and use the power of "light of the soul" to help them regain their confidence and life.

They came to one village after another, using the "light of the soul" to soothe the fear and sadness in the hearts of the villagers and help them rebuild their homes. Whenever they saw the smiles of hope blooming on the faces of the villagers, Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen felt extremely relieved.

"Mengmeng, look, Ling'er seems to be able to feel the power of the 'light of the soul'." Xiao Yichen said, pointing at Ling'er.

Ling'er was seen stretching out her little hand, passing a ray of warm light to an injured old man. The old man's originally dim eyes gradually regained their spirits. He touched Ling'er's head lovingly and said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you..."

"You're welcome. This is what we should do." Chu Mengmeng said with a smile.

"We should go further and help more people." Xiao Yichen looked into the distance and said firmly.

Chu Mengmeng nodded, and they continued on their way with Ling'er. Along the way, they saw many traces of destruction by the dark forces, and also met many people who needed help. They used the "light of the soul" to heal the pain, dispel the darkness, and sow the seeds of hope in this land that had suffered so much.

One day, when they were climbing a high mountain, they accidentally discovered a hidden path.

"It seems like no one has walked on this road for a long time." Xiao Yichen said, looking at the overgrown path in front of him.

"Let's go and take a look." Chu Mengmeng's curiosity was aroused.

They took Ling'er and walked along the path, passing through a dense forest, and the view in front of them suddenly opened up.

"Here..." Chu Mengmeng widened her eyes in surprise, "Why is there a village here?"

This is a small village surrounded by mountains and isolated from the world. However, strangely, the village looks intact and has not been invaded by the dark forces at all.

"The people here don't seem to know what's happening outside." Xiao Yichen said in a low voice, observing his surroundings.

At this moment, an old voice came from behind them: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen turned around suddenly and saw an old man wearing coarse linen clothes but with an immortal look standing behind them, staring at them sharply. The old man was leaning on a cane with strange runes carved on it, emitting a faint glow.

"Old man, we were just passing by here and saw the beautiful scenery here, so we thought of coming in to take a look." Chu Mengmeng explained quickly with a friendly smile on her face, hoping to dispel the old man's doubts.

The old man did not relax his vigilance because of Chu Mengmeng's words. He looked them up and down, and a gleam of light flashed in his turbid eyes. "Passing by here? This mountain road is rugged and difficult to travel. Why did you come here with a child?"

Xiao Yichen took a step forward, protecting Chu Mengmeng and Ling'er behind him, and said in a gentle but firm tone, "Old man, we have no ill intentions, we just want to find a place to rest. If we disturb you, we will leave now."

The old man was silent for a moment, as if he was weighing something. Finally, he sighed and said slowly, "Well, since you are here, come in. But there are some things that you shouldn't ask and shouldn't say. Do you understand?"

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen looked at each other and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes. This seemingly isolated village seemed to be hiding some secrets. They nodded to show that they understood and followed the old man into the village.

The people in the village lived a simple and peaceful life. They did not show much curiosity about the arrival of Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen, but just nodded politely. The old man took them to a simple wooden house and said, "You can rest here tonight and leave early tomorrow morning." After saying that, he turned and left.

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen walked into the wooden house and closed the door. The room suddenly became dark. Xiao Yichen lit the oil lamp on the table. The dim light illuminated the room and the murals on the wall.

"These murals..." Chu Mengmeng walked closer and observed carefully. She found that these murals seemed to depict the story of the Dark Lord, from his rise to his rule, and then to his downfall. Each painting was lifelike, as if telling a piece of dusty history.

"The people here seem to know a lot about the Dark Lord." Xiao Yichen also discovered something unusual about the mural. "Perhaps, they know some secrets that we don't know."

A bold idea sprouted in Chu Mengmeng's mind, "Let's go ask the village chief, maybe he can tell us something about the Dark Lord."

In the dead of night, Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen quietly left the wooden house. According to the old man's instructions, they found the village chief's house. The village chief was a kind old lady. After hearing the purpose of Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen's visit, she did not refuse them, but took them to the village's ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall houses tablets for ancestors. In the most conspicuous position is a black stone tablet engraved with densely packed words.

"This is..." Chu Mengmeng looked at the stone tablet in surprise. She felt a powerful force emanating from the stone tablet.

"This is the secret of our village." The village chief said slowly, "This stone tablet records the origin of the Dark Lord and the source of his power."

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen couldn't wait to read the words on the stone tablet. As they read, a shocking truth gradually surfaced. It turned out that the power of the Dark Lord did not come from himself, but from an even more ancient and powerful existence...

Just as they were about to investigate further, Ling'er suddenly grabbed Chu Mengmeng's hand, with an uneasy look on her face. She said in a baby voice, "Mom, I feel...uncomfortable..." Chu Mengmeng looked down and saw that Ling'er's originally white little hand was actually emitting a strange black aura...

Ling'er's little hands were like being attacked by frost, and quickly covered with an unnatural black color. The black color was like smoke, but it was also heavy and gloomy, which was not suitable for a child of this age. Chu Mengmeng's heart suddenly tightened, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

"Ling'er, what's wrong?" Chu Mengmeng's voice trembled slightly. She held Ling'er's small hand tightly in her palm, trying to use her body temperature to dispel the heart-pounding chill.

Ling'er's face wrinkled into a ball, and her eyes, which were originally as clear as spring water, were covered with a layer of confusion. She tried hard to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she could only make intermittent whimpers.

Xiao Yichen also noticed something was wrong, he quickly stepped forward, protecting Chu Mengmeng and Ling'er behind him, and looked around vigilantly. The ancestral hall was still so quiet, the candlelight flickered, reflecting the mottled murals on the wall, as if everything was just their illusion.

"I feel..." Ling'er finally uttered a weak voice. She raised her little hand and pointed to the depths of the ancestral hall. "There... is something..."

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen looked in the direction Ling'er pointed, and saw an ancient stone statue standing quietly in the depths of the ancestral hall. The stone statue was carved lifelike, with a hideous face and a huge battle axe in its hand, as if it would wake up from the darkness at any time.

"That's just the village's guardian deity." The village chief's voice was particularly abrupt in the silent ancestral hall. She stepped forward tremblingly, with a trace of fear that was difficult to conceal on her face, "Don't let your imagination run wild."

However, Ling'er shook her head fiercely, her face full of determination, "No, it's not the guardian angel...it's this, it's calling me..."

As soon as Ling'er finished speaking, the candles in the ancestral hall suddenly went out, and darkness came like a tide, swallowing them up. Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen only felt their eyes go dark, and a sharp buzzing sound rang in their ears, and then a powerful force pushed them back violently...

"Mengmeng! Ling'er!" Xiao Yichen called out loudly in the darkness, but the only response he got was an empty echo.

After an unknown amount of time, the darkness gradually dissipated, and Chu Mengmeng slowly opened her eyes. What came into view was an unfamiliar scene. They seemed to be in a dark cave, and the cave walls were inlaid with gemstones that emitted faint light, dimly illuminating the surrounding environment.

"Where is this..." Chu Mengmeng struggled to stand up, but found that Ling'er was nowhere to be seen, "Where is Ling'er?!"

"Mother, I'm here." Ling'er's voice came from not far away, with a hint of emptiness and vagueness.

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen looked in the direction of the sound and saw Ling'er standing in front of a stone platform. Her small figure was bathed in soft light, looking particularly sacred and inviolable. In front of her was a black stone slab with strange runes carved on it, emitting a dark aura that made people feel uneasy.

Ling'er turned slowly, with a strange light flashing in her clear eyes. She stretched out her little hand, pointed at the stone slab, and said firmly: "I found it, the source of the Dark Lord's power... It's here..."