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

Yu Li’s move basically confirmed the rumor that there was a ghost in the village.

Her appearance not only validated what Zhao Xu said but also made the players resent her.

Now all the players believed the female ghost was evil.

But in truth, all she did was make her stance clear to Bo Jingmo.

Since Bo Jingmo rejected her, she no longer needed his help with anything.

A mocking laugh suddenly rang out beside his ear. Bo Jingmo lifted his eyelids and looked over to see Zhao Xu grinning smugly.

Zhao Xu’s body was covered in wounds, but none of that pain compared to the satisfaction he felt at this moment. His mouth stretched into a triumphant curve as he spoke with a hint of arrogance, “Bo Jingmo, now do you still dare say that what happened in that room wasn’t done by a ghost?”

Banxue was helping him.

This was the first time Banxue chose him.

The thought made Zhao Xu uncontrollably excited. His eyes burned with fervor. Seeing the expressionless man across from him only made him feel more triumphant.

Bo Jingmo, Banxue only favored you once, so what? In the end, she still chose me!

The man said nothing, just lowered his gaze and clenched the leaf tighter in his hand.

After a long pause, he let out a low chuckle. “Fine……”

Yu Li, is this what you wanted?

He understood now.

Bo Jingmo looked toward the rooftop of the house opposite as if sensing something, but it was already empty. Only a jet-black crow stood there, tilting its pea-sized eye as it stared at him.

At the same time, a group of people suddenly rushed in from the entrance. They were stunned for a moment when they saw the scene, then the elderly man leading them barked, “What are you standing around for? Hurry up and save them!!”

Only then did the others snap out of it and rush into the ruins to rescue Qi Mai and Guangran from beneath the tiles.

Guangran had been shielded underneath and wasn’t badly injured.

But Qi Mai wasn’t so lucky.

Not only was he covered in cuts from the leaves, his back was an utter mess. Those roof tiles had pierced into his flesh without mercy, tearing the skin apart. Some shards were even deeply embedded.

The people helping couldn’t help but frown, some hesitant to even start.

God, just looking at it hurt.

But Qi Mai didn’t let out a single sound. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as they removed the debris.

Next to him, Guangran’s eyes were red. She looked at Qi Mai’s injuries but was powerless to help.

Her skill wasn’t for healing, so she couldn’t do anything for him.

Ji Xun and Yi Xian were also being treated for all sorts of injuries. Their teleportation wasn’t detected by the NPCs, who simply assumed they had always been in that location.

Zhao Xu and Chen Chang walked up to Old Wei and briefly explained what had happened.

Chen Chang looked at the group’s weak condition and quietly said, “Old Wei, how about we take this chance to get rid of the men……”

The rest went unsaid.

But Old Wei just shook his head slightly. “No.”

His gaze swept over each of them inch by inch. Slowly narrowing his eyes, the wrinkles at the corners gathered together, and a glint of light flashed in his murky eyes. “Not yet. These people… aren’t quite like the ones before.”

The aura on these people was strong. Take Qi Mai, for example. Pierced by so many tiles and yet he was still alive.

If their souls could be used properly, there might never be trouble again.

That was his oversight—he hadn’t expected the ones Chen Chang brought this time to be so special.

Especially…

Old Wei’s gaze fell on Bo Jingmo standing to the side, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, quickly replaced by a hint of greed.

No wonder Yu Banxue had chosen this man.

The aura on him was a fatal temptation to ghosts—so rich in yang energy, even his spiritual power was abnormally abundant.

But how had things turned out like this…

Old Wei glanced at Zhao Xu. “Did Yu Banxue appear?”

The man lowered his gaze. His tone was hard to decipher—disappointed or relieved? “No.”

Old Wei stared at him for a few seconds, then his voice suddenly turned icy cold:

“Zhao Xu, don’t forget what I told you. Yu Banxue isn’t helping you this time. She really killed someone.”

Zhao Xu pursed his lips without a word and just gave a quiet “Mm.”

Seeing that expression, Old Wei knew exactly what he was thinking. He couldn’t hold back a scoff.

That ghost just wanted to take the chance to kill these people while he wasn’t around.

Did Zhao Xu really think she was helping him?

Forget it, there was no time to deal with that now. He’d handle these people first.

Old Wei was just about to step forward when Zhao Xu suddenly grabbed him. “Old Wei, don’t forget what you promised me……”

Old Wei shot him a sideways glance. “I know. I haven’t forgotten.”

He walked up to the severely injured group, putting on a kind smile. “You’ve all been through quite a scare today. I’ve already heard everything from Zhao Xu and the others.”

Hearing this, Guangran looked up. When she saw the old man in front of her, her eyes red, she asked, “Who are you?”

Old Wei blinked and smiled. “Me? You can call me Grandpa Wei. I’m in charge of wedding and funeral affairs in the village, and I know a bit about these things.”

His gaze swept over the group, then he got straight to the point. “For example, everything that just happened—I know it was done by a female ghost.”

Guangran lowered her eyes. She had already figured out it was a ghost.

She asked Old Wei, “How do you know it was a female ghost?”

Old Wei stroked his beard and suddenly let out a long sigh. “Because that female ghost has already harmed many people in our village. And weren’t you all wondering if there was more than one person who died in that room?”

He waved his hand, and the next second, two corpses were carried in.

Old Wei ordered someone to lift the white cloth, and in an instant, two horribly mutilated male corpses were exposed before everyone.

Guangran’s face turned pale and she immediately turned away.

Old Wei looked over at Yi Xian in the room. Her face was also deathly pale as she shifted her gaze.

Seeing this, a flicker of satisfaction passed through his eyes. Only then did he motion for the cloth to be put back.

“These two men were villagers who died in the room along with Du Yanhan. They were both killed by the female ghost. Even your friend—was killed by her.”

Old Wei sighed, his face full of sorrow. “Our village has seen many families ruined by her hand. She hadn’t appeared much these past few years… and now that you’ve come, this happens again.”

Guangran looked at the wounds on Qi Mai’s back, then suddenly looked up and asked:

“Why did those villagers enter Du Yanhan’s room?”

Unexpectedly, Old Wei’s face grew even more sorrowful at her words. He sighed heavily. “Because they were bewitched by the female ghost. She’s best at manipulating people’s hearts. Those two villagers may have come into contact with her before and lost their minds.”

Old Wei paced around the room, speaking as he walked. “I suspect they went near the lake. That female ghost often appears around there. You’ve been to the lake before too, haven’t you? Did anything strange happen?”

His gaze swept over the group without giving anything away. Suddenly, he stopped, narrowed his eyes, and said in a loaded tone:

“For example… did anyone come into contact with the female ghost?”

In an instant, everyone instinctively looked toward Bo Jingmo.