After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain

Ji Xun and the others were stunned when they heard the news, frozen in place with nothing to say.

Du Yanhan was dead?

She’d died just during that short time they hadn’t seen her?

They could hardly believe it, but the look of terror on Zhao Meng’s face didn’t seem fake.

At a moment like this, no one noticed anything strange about Bo Jingmo.

The man turned his head slightly, a few strands of hair falling over his eyes, hiding the emotion in them. His thin lips were pressed into a line, the hand at his side slowly clenched into a fist.

Yu Li made her move?

Why? She only had to wait a little longer and the players would help her—why did she take action herself?

Bo Jingmo felt a bad premonition rising in his heart. He knew Yu Li was more self-aware than the average NPC in the instance, but she was still in a state of amnesia and sometimes followed the NPC mindset.

Yu Li wasn’t like him. He wasn’t normal. He could easily accept the fact that he had killed people.

But Yu Li... there was no way she could accept it.

So before anyone else could react, Bo Jingmo suddenly turned and strode swiftly in the direction of the lodging.

The others quickly followed when they saw him move.

Zhao Meng instinctively wanted to call out to stop them, but then remembered the village chief’s warning. In the end, she just opened her mouth, only to swallow her words back down.

When they arrived at the inn, they saw Zhao Xu and Chen Chang were already there. The two seemed to be in the middle of a conversation but fell silent the moment the others entered.

Zhao Xu first glanced at Bo Jingmo, then at the rest of the group. His voice was slightly hoarse: “You’d better prepare yourselves mentally.”

He stepped aside, revealing the scene inside the room.

In an instant, the bloody sight inside was fully exposed.

The floor was stained with a large pool of bright red blood, and Du Yanhan was slumped beside the bed.

Her clothes were disheveled, hair a mess, and her neck had been viciously slashed with something. Her head hung at an angle, exposing a fractured neck bone. Her eyes were wide open in terror, as if she’d seen something horrifying before she died.

Guangran and Yi Xian’s faces changed instantly. They turned away and rushed into the corridor, gripping the railing as they gasped for air.

Qi Mai didn’t react quite as dramatically, but his face was still deathly pale.

Ji Xun’s eyes widened. He staggered back several steps, pointing at the room as his voice trembled: “Th-this... how did she die...”

Zhao Xu was silent for a moment, his eyes falling on the blood pooled on the floor. He said only one word: “Ghost.”

It was the work of a ghost.

Even though they had already guessed it, the expressions on everyone’s faces shifted—each more complex than the last—as cold sweat formed in their hearts.

This ghost was way more brutal than they’d expected.

Their earlier speculations began to waver.

Maybe the strange things in this mountain village were all caused by the ghost too?

In the silence, Bo Jingmo—who had always been quiet—suddenly let out a low laugh.

“Ghost?”

It was rare to see such a mocking look on his face. His sharp features were cold as his long, narrow eyes swept over Zhao Xu: “Are you saying this was all done by a ghost? That a ghost killed Du Yanhan?”

Zhao Xu’s brows furrowed tightly. He fought down the surge of loathing in his heart as he met Bo Jingmo’s gaze, saying word by word: “Yes, a ghost. There’s always been a ghost in our village. We just didn’t tell you because we didn’t want you to worry.”

Bo Jingmo leaned against a pillar, casually glancing at the blood on the floor: “Even with a severed neck, there’s no way one person could bleed this much.”

His eyes narrowed dangerously as he spoke slowly: “So Du Yanhan wasn’t the only one who died in this room.”

Zhao Xu’s eyes twitched, his gaze trembling slightly. He quickly looked away, clenching his fists tightly.

After a long pause, he finally let out a cold laugh: “If I remember right, your name is Bo Jingmo, yeah?”

Bo Jingmo lazily lifted his eyelids and gave a slight nod in response.

The kiss marks on his neck had mostly faded, but faint traces were still visible.

When Zhao Xu saw the marks, it was as if his eyes had been burned. He bit down hard on his molars, the strength in his hands increasing as his joints creaked. His tone turned icy and rude:

“So you’re saying I hid a corpse? Then tell me—who else died in that room, and what would I even gain from hiding a body?”

Bo Jingmo’s expression was cold, lips curling with indifference.

This Zhao Xu clearly didn’t like him.

Well, the feeling was mutual—he hated this NPC too.

“You want to talk about benefits?”

Bo Jingmo shoved his hands into his pockets, his demeanor chill and voice textured with calm indifference: “If Du Yanhan was the only one in the room, you could blame it all on the ghost and cover up the dirty things your villagers have done.”

Chen Chang suddenly barked out: “Bo Jingmo!! Stop talking nonsense!”

Noticing the others looking at him, Chen Chang realized what he’d just said. His face froze, the panic that had been rising now fully exposed.

He avoided eye contact, his lips fumbling: “I’m sad too that she died, but you can’t just slander these kind, honest villagers like that. What dirty things? Don’t talk nonsense.”

By now, Guangran had calmed down a bit. Qi Mai was supporting her arm. Her face was pale, as if the shock had left her physically weak. Her eyes lowered in thought.

Something was off—very off.

One of his own employees had died, and yet Chen Chang was defending outsiders.

Unless... he was working with the villagers.

Clearly, she wasn’t the only one with that suspicion.

Ji Xun suddenly sneered: “Boss, really? Two of your employees are dead and you’re still defending them? Don’t tell me you’re in on it too? Brought us all here just to get us killed?”

Though Ji Xun said it like a joke, every word struck dead center. The unease spread rapidly through Chen Chang and Zhao Xu’s hearts.

Zhao Xu swallowed hard and looked away, his fists clenched tight. His voice was dry: “There really is a ghost. I’m not lying.”

Yi Xian spoke up too: “Then prove it. For all we know, you guys killed Du Yanhan.”

Chen Chang’s eyes flickered with panic as he watched the scene unfold.

How did things end up like this?

Why were these people suddenly so sharp?

Bo Jingmo leaned silently against the wall, eyes lowered, a faint smirk playing at his lips.

If the plot kept moving in this direction, the players would eventually realize the villagers were the root of all the evil.

Then all he had to do was stir them up and let them kill the villagers. The instance would end.

And Yu Li would awaken from the scenario.

Once the instance ended, he’d find a way to tell her the truth.

Bo Jingmo didn’t care whether these people were killed by Yu Li or not.

Even if it was her—it didn’t matter.

Because he would clear every path for her.