Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

Mo Qinglan played the role of a grandson once again. Compared to before, he was much calmer this time.

However, he didn't understand why she was lying. It was clearly just a town they were passing through, yet she acted as if she intended to stay for a long time.

His heart was full of questions, but he never went forward to ask. He just followed her from a distance, close enough to protect her.

The hour of Zi, the time of the demon sacrifice.

Following the system's prompt, Su Tang arrived at an abandoned residence.

The residence was large but extremely desolate. The weathered gate emitted a piercing creak without even needing much force.

Carrying a lantern, Su Tang shed the grief she'd displayed during the day and calmly walked inside.

The evening wind blew, lifting her silver hair.

Finally, she stopped in front of a centuries-old withered tree in the courtyard. She looked up, seeing the moon as usual, knowing full well that this was all an illusion.

She took out the Phoenix Fire from her Qiankun Bag and launched an attack on the withered tree.

The dazzling phoenix spread its wings and breathed fire. Under the immense flames, the withered tree began to burn. As time passed, crimson blood began to ooze from the burning tree. A foul stench arose from the thick, dark red blood.

Soon, the withered tree burned to ashes, the illusion shattered, revealing its true form.

The sky was no longer pitch black. Blood-colored clouds, dark red and crimson, filled the sky, oppressively suffocating. The surroundings resembled a hell on earth.

Dozens of children were tied within a magic array, their wrists deeply cut. Blood flowed along the lines of the array, finally converging at the array's center, where a demon god clad in black robes stood.

The demon god was a bit stronger than expected, likely because this wasn't the first time he'd used such a sinister array.

"Who?" A hoarse, dry voice rang out. Su Tang's sharp eyes swept over him. "The one who will take your life."

The demon god laughed as if he'd heard a joke. "You? An old woman with no spiritual power, one foot already in the grave?"

Su Tang pulled a cinnabar brush from her Qiankun Bag and began to draw talismans and formations. If one's talent reached a certain level, no medium was needed, because the person themselves became the medium.

The demon god drew power from the array. If she could break the array with a single stroke, these children would at least be safe for the time being.

The demon god clearly didn't take the sixty-year-old woman seriously.

He had been keeping an eye on the happenings in town. After all, his current power was only a tenth of what it once was. If he encountered a cultivator with high cultivation, he would flee immediately. This was how he had evaded capture time and time again.

He knew about this old woman; she was looking for her grandson. He had stolen so many children over the years that he couldn't remember the one in the portrait. However, for this old woman to find him here, she must have some skill. Such persistence suggested that the child was indeed one he had stolen.

He had always assumed this old woman was just an ordinary person with some magical artifacts. He didn't dare underestimate her until she broke the array with a single stroke.

The array was broken, but with Su Tang's current frail body, that of an ordinary old woman, even with great talent, she couldn't exert much power. So, for that single stroke, she had used her soul power.

For an ordinary person to use soul power was essentially gambling with their lifespan.

The demon god finally deigned to look at her directly. His first reaction was surprise, followed by laughter. "Who would have thought, it's you, the little clown freak!"

Su Tang really hadn't expected this damned thing to be an old acquaintance. This was interesting.

Before she arrived, there were two types of arrays in this courtyard. One was for ordinary people; it was an ordinary illusion. But if the visitor was a cultivator, the higher their cultivation, the harder the illusion was to break. She estimated the time; if she was right, Mo Qinglan should be emerging soon.

The demon god's gaze was cold, but he seemed to find something amusing, his demeanor bordering on madness. "I thought you were dead last time. I didn't expect you to still be alive."

Su Tang smiled. "A calamity lasts a thousand years. Perhaps I am that calamity."

The demon god continued, "Last time, I wanted Mo Qinglan's body. If it weren't for you, the little clown freak, interfering and giving him a chance to escape, I wouldn't have had to wait until today." The more he spoke, the heavier the malicious aura around him became. Finally, his oppressive pressure forced Su Tang to her knees. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll keep you, just to lure him here."

Mo Qinglan finally broke through the illusion. Before he could even steady himself, he heard the demon god repeatedly call someone a "little clown freak." Hearing the last part, his pupils constricted, and he almost lost his grip on his sword.

Seeing this, Su Tang immediately yelled, "What are you standing there for, idiot! Hold your sword steady and kill him!"

Mo Qinglan barely managed to regain his footing. He was bombarded with information, leaving him in a daze, relying purely on instinct to fight.

"Ding, Blackening Value decreased by 20%, current Blackening Index: 28%."

"Ding, Blackening Value decreased by 10%, current Blackening Index: 18%."

"Ding, Blackening Value decreased by 5%, current Blackening Index: 13%."

With the continuous decrease in Blackening Value, Su Tang finally felt some relief. However, because she finally had a chance to catch her breath, she couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

Beside her, Mo Qinglan saw the shockingly bright blood, and his eyes instantly filled with murderous intent.

Su Tang ignored him and casually wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. That damned demon god was viciously cruel; the wounds on the children's wrists were extremely deep. She could only take out healing medicine and feed it to each of them to stop the bleeding. By the time she was done, she was so exhausted she didn't want to move.

"Damn it, I hate this broken body!" Although she was tired, she still summoned the Phoenix Fire and pulled out numerous magical artifacts from her Qiankun Bag, throwing them all at the demon god.

The demon god, once high and mighty, had never encountered such a situation. The fight was entirely dependent on throwing magical artifacts. In the end, he was stunned by the barrage, and with Mo Qinglan also attacking, the form he had painstakingly maintained over the years began to destabilize.

Enraged, the demon god's malevolence surged, his entire being as cold as a vengeful ghost. "I will send you all to hell!!"

Su Tang wasn't afraid. She even took out dragon scales for protection, though Mo Qinglan didn't know what they were.

The demon god was utterly despicable, always picking on the weaker opponent. Unable to defeat Mo Qinglan for the moment, he targeted Su Tang. Seeing an opening, he attempted to strike her down with a blow that would scatter her soul, but Mo Qinglan intercepted the attack.

Su Tang felt the hot blood splash against her neck, her mind going blank.

Panicked, she supported him, her eyes filled with fear. "Mo Qinglan, Mo Qinglan, are you alright?"

She was truly terrified. The mission was almost complete; if the male lead died, what was the point?

Her voice trembled with fear, but Mo Qinglan laughed.

"You protected me three times; I'll protect you once." He leaned on her shoulder, laughing, the smile that spread across his lips incredibly gentle. "Qingchu, I'll protect you two more times. Can we go back to how things were?"

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