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

【Oh my god… is this Bo Jingmo’s true strength?】

【I keep getting the feeling he leaked that info to the other players on purpose.】

【Bo Jingmo’s been on a goody-two-shoes path since the last instance—is this his villain arc?】

【Also, Zhao Xu and Chen Chang clearly look guilty. So there really was more than just Du Yanhan in that room? Who else went in? Are they alive or dead now?】

【That much blood—if you ask me, there were three people in that room.】

【So Zhao Xu really did hide someone? He’s tampering with the crime scene!】

【Hey now, wrong genre, this is a horror instance—not a police procedural.】

【So it wasn’t a ghost? A villager did it?】

【Hard to say. If Du Yanhan was killed by a villager, then who killed the villager?】

Suddenly, the trees around them began shaking violently, making a tremendous noise. Leaves rustled and fell in a constant stream, and everyone’s eyes were instantly drawn in that direction.

Only Bo Jingmo froze. He stood up, the curve of his lips tightening. His gaze fell on the swaying trees, expression unreadable.

A few seconds later, the shaking stopped. Fallen leaves covered the ground in a thick layer. A gentle breeze passed by, rustling the leaves slightly.

Everything seemed calm again.

But it felt more like… the calm before a storm.

Everyone instinctively held their breath, afraid to disturb the sudden, eerie stillness.

The breeze tugged at their hair. The gentle autumn wind, almost unnoticed before, gradually picked up. And when the first leaf drifted close—someone finally sensed something was wrong.

Guangran tightened her coat, her expression changing. She shouted, “This wind isn’t right—get inside!”

But it was already too late.

The once warm breeze instantly turned into a fierce gale. The leaves on the ground were swept up and began swirling in the air. The next second, they flew at the group with violent force.

The soft green leaves now seemed like deadly blades. With a sharp whoosh, they sliced through the air, aimed directly at their faces.

Qi Mai immediately stepped in front of Guangran, raising his arm to shield her from the leaves.

The moment they struck, he let out a muffled grunt. His brows knit tightly as he looked at his arm—

A deep gash had been slashed into it. Blood trickled down his arm, pooling before dripping to the ground. On the floor, the edge of the leaf that had cut him was still stained with fresh blood.

These leaves were shockingly lethal.

Qi Mai’s expression turned grim. His skin was pretty thick, yet he still got cut like this. That meant the others…

Sure enough, cries of pain rang out nearby. Turning his head, he saw Ji Xun and Yi Xian covered in bloody gashes across their arms and faces.

Especially Ji Xun—one leaf had cut right across his eye. He clutched his face and crouched down, cold sweat pouring from his forehead. Blood oozed between his fingers, dripping steadily from his hand. He didn’t look good at all.

Qi Mai heard him growl in pain: “F**k, this ghost plays dirty.”

Was it a ghost?

His gaze instinctively shifted to Chen Chang and Zhao Xu. They too had realized something was off about the leaves and were clumsily shielding themselves. Their bodies were also covered in wounds.

Qi Mai wanted to check on Bo Jingmo, but before he could, he felt someone tug his shirt—

At the same time, Guangran’s urgent voice shouted behind him: “Qi Mai!! Move! The tiles above are falling!”

Qi Mai looked up in confusion. The roof tiles above were trembling violently, shaking faster and faster—as if they’d fall any second.

His pupils contracted. Just as he was about to run, a crisp crack rang out overhead.

That sound spread like a virus. One after another, crack crack crack—shattering sounds echoed all across the rooftop.

In that instant, the same terrifying thought filled everyone’s mind—

—The roof is going to collapse!

Qi Mai’s heart clenched. He quickly turned to Guangran. Seeing the shocked look in her eyes, he didn’t even have time to say a word. He pulled her into his arms and dropped down, using his back to shield her from the falling debris.

On the other side, Yi Xian bit her lip hard. She clutched her wound, grabbed Ji Xun who was crouched on the floor, and muttered coldly, “Ji Xun, you better be useful later.”

The next moment, she teleported the both of them from outside the doorway to the interior.

Yi Xian’s skill was actually teleportation.

But since she brought Ji Xun with her, the strain was too much. She collapsed on the floor, gasping for air like she’d just run a marathon, her entire body drained of strength.

And just as they escaped, the roof above Qi Mai collapsed with a loud crash. Countless sharp tiles rained down and pierced his back.

Qi Mai let out a muffled groan. Blood gushed from his back, soaking his shirt. Beneath him, Guangran’s panicked voice cried out: “Qi Mai!!”

Qi Mai kept his eyes closed. Even with the support of his skill, the tiles striking his body one after another drained the color from his face. He trembled uncontrollably, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The bright red blood stung Guangran’s eyes. Her pupils quivered, her whole body went cold, and her fingers shakily wiped the blood from his lips. Tears slid down her face.

This vengeful ghost wanted all the players dead…

And up on the beam of the opposite rooftop, the woman in the red wedding dress tilted her head curiously at the scene below, her fox-like eyes narrowing with interest as she murmured:

“High strength… plus teleportation, huh.”

That was an unexpected skill set.

Sure enough, long-range attacks weren’t great for killing players.

But the result was still good enough.

She slowly pulled her gaze away from Qi Mai and the others, then looked at the man standing on the other side of the corridor. Her lips curved. The woman chuckled softly and raised her hand, extending one slender finger.

A single green leaf floated through the air. As if it had its own consciousness, it drifted toward the man and lightly grazed his face.

A fresh red wound appeared on his cheek.

His arm also bore multiple cuts, but only the one on his face had just appeared—

Like a silent warning.

And punishment.

Bo Jingmo lowered his eyes and caught the leaf with one hand. Thin trails of blood trickled from the cut, sliding slowly down his cheek and leaving a stark red line.

The sharp beauty of his face now held a broken edge.

But his expression was too calm. So calm it was unsettling—so calm it became dangerous.

The breeze fluttered the hem of his clothes, yet the man stood there silently, head lowered, radiating a chilling stillness.

After a long moment, his eyelashes trembled. He slowly raised a hand and wiped the blood from his face.

The blood spread across his fingertips, reflected in his eyes—now a deep, ominous red.

It was as if he could no longer lie to himself. His gaze trembled slightly. The fingers clutching the leaf curled weakly.

Yu Li was angry.

She was blaming him for leaking the information to the players.

She’d rather help Zhao Xu.

She’d rather take on the blame for all the killings—

Than work with him.

Bo Jingmo felt as if he’d fallen into an icy abyss.

He suddenly remembered what she said that night. His pupils contracted. Only then did he realize…

She hadn’t been joking.

She really wasn’t going to come to him ever again.