Double Transmigration: Many Children, Many Blessings, Conquering Fairy Tales and Reality

Extreme fear completely shattered the werewolf's previous arrogance and rationality.

Without any hesitation, the ferocious monster suddenly turned around, smashed the back window of the cabin, and tried to escape into the dark forest it knew best.

"Trying to run now? Too late!"

Qin Hao watched the werewolf's hasty retreat and snorted coldly.

He ultimately took advantage of his opponent's underestimation of him. If they had really fought in this cramped wooden house, he might not have been able to defeat this elite werewolf.

Therefore, he would never give the other party the chance to return to the mountains!

The instant the werewolf's body was halfway out of the window, Qin Hao planted his legs firmly and suddenly exerted force with his waist.

He poured the last bit of his [Demon-Slaying Power] into his right arm, and then, like throwing a javelin, hurled the axe in his hand at the werewolf's head!

"Whoosh—!"

The silver-glowing axe transformed into a deadly meteor, leaving a whistling sound as it sliced ​​through the air, instantly catching up with the werewolf.

"Bang--!!!"

A dull, teeth-grinding popping sound rang out by the windowsill.

The werewolf's skull, harder than rock, shattered instantly upon contact with the Demon-Slaying Axe, just like a ripe tomato struck by a hammer!

An unidentified red and white liquid splattered radially across the entire back wall of the wooden house.

"thump."

The massive, headless body, over two meters tall, convulsed violently before sliding off the windowsill like a lump of mud, crashing heavily to the ground, leaving behind only a pungent smell of blood.

"Phew... Damn, that was close."

Qin Hao stood there, panting heavily.

Only after confirming that the elite monster's vital signs had completely disappeared did he step forward with a sigh of relief and forcefully pull the machete embedded in the werewolf's skull out.

"Master! Master, are you alright?!"

Only now did Little Red Riding Hood, who had been hiding outside the door, her mind blank with fear, finally come to her senses from the extreme terror.

Upon seeing the terrifying monster slain, the girl rushed into the chaotic house.

She didn't even care about the blood and entrails on the ground; she threw herself into Qin Hao's arms, tears streaming down her face. She frantically searched his body, checking if he was injured.

Feeling the trembling body of the girl in his arms and her genuine concern, Qin Hao's tense nerves relaxed.

He smiled and patted Little Red Riding Hood on the back, saying gently:

"Don't cry, I'm fine. That guy didn't even touch the hem of my clothes."

However, the little girl raised her delicate face, which was covered in tears, her eyes still filled with lingering fear and worry.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief after carefully confirming that Qin Hao had no wounds other than some monster bloodstains.

But then, her gaze went past Qin Hao's shoulder and landed on the completely shattered wooden bed and the enormous werewolf corpse on the ground.

Thinking of the monster's cruel mockery, Little Red Riding Hood's eyes reddened again, and large tears streamed down her face.

"Owner……"

The girl's voice was filled with heartbreaking despair and sorrow.

"My grandmother...was she...killed by this monster?"

Her mother died yesterday, and today her only relative was devoured by wolves. These successive blows almost completely crushed this fragile young girl.

Seeing Little Red Riding Hood's dejected expression, Qin Hao shook his head slightly and said meaningfully:

"That's not necessarily true. Don't rush to cry; perhaps a miracle will happen."

"A...miracle?"

Little Red Riding Hood froze, her tear-streaked eyelashes trembling slightly as she looked at Qin Hao with a bewildered expression.

People have been eaten by monsters for hours, what miracles could possibly happen?

"I'm not sure if there really is a miracle, but we have to try to find out."

Qin Hao did not offer much explanation.

As he spoke, he loosened the little red hat from his arms, picked up the dripping axe, and walked to the werewolf's corpse.

He kicked the werewolf's heavy, massive corpse, flipping it over so that its abnormally swollen, protruding belly faced upwards.

"Bear with the smell."

Qin Hao gave a reminder to Little Red Riding Hood behind him.

Then, with a swift motion, he used the extremely sharp blade to carefully and slowly slice open the werewolf's tough layer of abdominal fat and stomach.

"Sizzle—"

As the stomach was cut open, a pungent stench of stomach acid, ten times stronger than before, mixed with the putrid smell of rotting flesh, instantly filled the air!

Qin Hao held his breath and used the handle of the axe to widen the opening.

Then, under the incredulous, suddenly widened gaze of Little Red Riding Hood—

A wrinkled, withered hand suddenly emerged from the foul-smelling gastric acid and grabbed the edge of the werewolf's belly!

Soon, an old man, covered in pungent acidic liquid, extremely weak and barely breathing, but still alive, struggled to emerge from the werewolf's enormous stomach!

Upon seeing Qin Hao and Little Red Riding Hood by the door, the grandmother, who had been swallowed for several hours, showed a flash of extreme shock and relief at escaping death in her cloudy eyes.

"grandmother?!"

Little Red Riding Hood's brain seemed to completely shut down at that moment.

After a brief moment of deathly silence, she rushed forward without a second thought.

Completely disregarding the pungent, foul odor of stomach acid and mucus emanating from the old woman, she tightly embraced her frail grandmother, bursting into tears of joy.

"Waaah... Grandma! Thank goodness! You're alright, that's so wonderful!"

Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother opened her eyes, her gaze gradually focusing, and the first thing she saw was her granddaughter crying her eyes out.

Looking over Little Red Riding Hood's shoulder, she saw the werewolf corpses around her, their bellies ripped open, and the black-haired youth wielding a giant, blood-dripping axe.

Feeling the pungent stomach acid covering his entire body, the old man instantly understood what was happening.

"Cough cough..."

Grandma coughed twice, struggling to stand up from the ground to thank Qin Hao, despite her extremely weak body.

Seeing this, Qin Hao quickly stepped forward, grabbed the old woman's arm, and stopped her from moving.

"Old man, you've just come out of the monster's belly, so don't stand on ceremony. Sit down and rest."

But Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother was unusually stubborn.

Although Qin Hao held her down and prevented her from standing, she still bowed her head with utmost solemnity, her tone filled with gratitude for surviving such a close call:

"Thank you, hero from the East."

If it weren't for your help today, not only me, but I'm afraid even my poor Little Red Riding Hood would have suffered at the hands of this beast.

Our family will never forget your kindness.

"You flatter me."

Qin Hao waved his hand calmly, his tone indifferent.

"Since I said I would bring her here, I will naturally make sure she is safe. It's just a small favor."

Hearing Qin Hao's words, Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother smiled with relief.

Then, she lowered her head and gently wiped away Little Red Riding Hood's tears with her dry yet incredibly warm hands, softly coaxing her:

"Silly child, don't cry."

Look, isn't Grandma perfectly fine now? Thank God, we've all survived.

Hearing her grandmother's kind voice, Little Red Riding Hood's tears, which she had just managed to hold back, flowed again.

She buried her face in her grandmother's arms, holding the old woman tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, her grandmother would disappear again.

She sobbed and nodded vigorously, crying even louder:

"Waaaah... Grandma, I'm so glad you're alright... Now, you're my only family left..."

The grandmother's hand, which was gently patting her granddaughter's back, suddenly stopped.

"Am I your only family member now?"