After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 36: She Was Never His Girlfriend

After answering the question, Bo Jingmo withdrew his hand and straightened up. As his gaze swept past the girl’s exposed neck, his originally indifferent expression faltered for a brief moment.

Under the dim yellow candlelight, her skin still appeared fair and delicate.

His eyes darkened instantly, and his nose twitched slightly.

Such a sweet scent.

So good…

He licked his lips. What would happen if he bit down?

He really… really wanted to take a bite.

With that thought, his body moved on its own. Taking advantage of the night’s cover, his lips slowly inched closer to that enticing scent.

He parted his mouth, pressing lightly—just as he was about to sink his teeth in—

"I never specified which sentence. And yet, you answered 'false' so decisively?"

The voice in his ear yanked his consciousness back in an instant. Realizing what he was about to do, his entire body stiffened, and his previously clouded mind cleared abruptly.

His gaze landed on the woman’s smiling profile, and his brows furrowed.

Again.

This feeling of losing control.

He wasn’t sure if it was regret or disappointment, but Bo Jingmo straightened up, standing behind Yu Li with an expressionless face.

Hearing that almost accusatory question, his frown deepened.

"I never specified which sentence?"

Which sentence of hers had ever been true?

She was never his girlfriend.

He never loved her.

In fact, this woman was the person he hated the most.

The scent of blood grew even stronger. Bo Jingmo pressed his tongue against his sharp fangs, a faint red light flashing in his eyes. A feather-like itch spread through his chest, and that all-too-familiar, dangerous feeling threatened to resurface.

This woman… she was dangerous to him.

Once this scripted sequence was over, he needed to get rid of her as soon as possible.

Bo Jingmo narrowed his eyes and took a step back, retreating fully into the darkness.

Until then, it was best to keep his distance from her.

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In the final second before he disappeared, Yu Li suddenly turned her head. The corner of her lips curled slightly as she glanced at the spot where Bo Jingmo had vanished. Her fingertips brushed the area on her neck where he had almost bitten.

He resisted?

Looks like his guard is still up even after losing his memory.

She set down the pen, chuckled softly, and lazily blew out the candle.

—

At the same time, the long-abandoned clock tower on the school grounds suddenly let out a deep, echoing chime.

"Dong—"

The prolonged toll was like a hammer, striking heavily against everyone’s hearts, making them jolt.

Upstairs, Cen Xiu’s expression changed. Watching as the ghostly faces in front of him quickly retreated, he immediately pulled out his phone to check the time.

Exactly midnight.

Jiang Xi and Hou Liang had just reached the third floor when they ran into Yu Haoye, who was anxiously searching for someone. His voice was urgent—

"Did you see Ke Yulong come down this way?"

They shook their heads, just about to answer no, when out of the corner of their eyes, they suddenly saw something dark plummet outside the window.

A heavy impact followed from across the way.

Everyone’s faces changed. Rushing to the window, they shone their flashlights toward the ground.

Amidst the tangled shrubs, a man in a black jacket lay sprawled on the ground.

Half of his face was visible, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead, running down his cheek. His expression was frozen in terror, eyes wide open in death.

The familiar clothing and features—

It was none other than Ke Yulong, who had been taken by the ghost!

"Ah—!"

Jiang Xi clamped a hand over her mouth in disbelief, a scream spilling from her throat. Her legs went weak, nearly collapsing, if not for Hou Liang catching her from behind.

Perhaps the ghost had done it on purpose—Ke Yulong had been thrown down right next to the entrance of the teaching building.

And Yu Li had been standing just on the other side.

She had witnessed the entire thing from start to finish.

Picking up her flashlight, she walked over. Noticing the beams of light shining down from the upper floors, she tilted her head upward.

Her gaze swept past the group on the third floor and over to Cen Xiu on the fourth—finally stopping at the rooftop.

There, a shadowy figure stood, watching her in silence.

Perhaps emboldened by the darkness, or simply out of sheer arrogance after so many years, the ghost didn’t even try to hide when Yu Li looked up.

For a moment, a human and a ghost locked eyes.

Yu Li’s eyes slowly narrowed.

The corner of her lips curled.

…Oh?

So that’s how it is?

Was this disdain?

—

Ke Yulong’s death shook the entire group.

Inside the car, Cen Xiu was inspecting the camera. The device had been in Ke Yulong’s hands before he was taken. When the ghost dragged him away, the camera had fallen to the ground. He wasn’t sure if it was still functional.

The others sat in silence, playing on their phones. The lighthearted mood from before was completely gone.

Cen Xiu gave the camera a few taps. Seeing that the video playback was still working, his face lit up.

"It’s playing!"

At those words, everyone turned their heads and gathered around to watch—except for Yu Li, who remained leaning against the window. She cast a glance at the screen before indifferently lowering her gaze back to her phone.

They fast-forwarded through the footage, reaching the scene where Ke Yulong had followed Cen Xiu upstairs.

The two had hurried up to the fourth floor, entering a classroom where someone had been standing by the window.

But by the time the camera captured the scene, that shadowy figure was already gone.

The footage showed Cen Xiu’s tense expression as he scanned the room, searching, but finding nothing.

Then, Ke Yulong’s voice rang from off-screen.

"Should we head back down? Maybe we imagined it."

"Wait a sec."

Cen Xiu wasn’t ready to give up yet. He pulled open every curtain, checking behind each one.

The classroom was in disarray, chairs and desks scattered everywhere. Ke Yulong, still holding the camera, had trouble moving around. After filming what he needed, he stood by the door, waiting for Cen Xiu.

Suddenly—

A soft, barely audible noise came through the camera’s mic.

Before anyone could react—

The entire camera view flipped upside down.

"Ah—help!!"

A distorted scream rang out, followed by the crisp sound of the camera hitting the floor.

The lens now faced the pitch-black hallway.

A fallen flashlight pointed toward the wall, its reflected light barely illuminating a small portion of the scene—keeping it from being swallowed in darkness entirely.

A few seconds later—

Ke Yulong appeared within the frame.

His legs were suspended at an unnatural angle in midair.

The next moment, his entire body was dragged backward, crawling across the ground.

His face was frozen in terror, eyes wide with panic, hands frantically clawing at the concrete floor—completely helpless.

"Cen Xiu!! Save me!!"

His desperate, piercing scream echoed through the hallway.

"Ke Yulong!!"

Rushed footsteps sounded, and Cen Xiu’s running figure came into view.

His face was just as stricken with fear, sprinting toward Ke Yulong as fast as he could.

As the two figures disappeared down the hallway, the screen momentarily glitched before cutting to Yu Haoye, who had picked up the camera and was now sprinting toward the source of the commotion.

"What happened!? Cen Xiu? Ke Yulong?"

Shortly after, the footage showed Ke Yulong being thrown off the teaching building.

The entire video was filled with eerie and heart-stopping moments. By the time it finished, everyone watching had turned visibly pale.

"Ke Yulong’s situation..."

Cen Xiu lowered his head, his voice hoarse. "Let’s not talk about it for now."

Hearing this, Jiang Xi frowned. "What do you mean? Are we just supposed to pretend we don’t know?"

Cen Xiu glanced at her. "What else? People have died there countless times. One more paranormal enthusiast dying there—what difference does it make?"

"You—!"

Jiang Xi’s face turned red with anger. She pointed at Cen Xiu, struggling to find words. After a long moment, she finally let out a cold laugh.

"So you’ve been lying to me this whole time, haven’t you? Even that séance game was fake. You kept saying you’d help me find Hu Ling, but in reality, you just wanted to pull more people down with you."

Cen Xiu’s expression stiffened. He instinctively glanced in Yu Li’s direction, but she simply tilted her head, raising an eyebrow as if to say, Why are you looking at me?

His lips twitched slightly, his voice turning rigid. "What nonsense are you talking about? It's just that tonight was clearly not safe. Do you really want to spend the night surrounded by the dead?"

As for the séance game, he deliberately avoided responding.

Jiang Xi let out a cold snort and turned her head away. Beside her, Hou Liang gently coaxed, "Alright, don’t be mad. Next time, we’ll find someone who actually knows what they’re doing."

Someone skilled?

Jiang Xi’s gaze unconsciously drifted toward the woman sitting quietly in the back of the car.

Throughout the entire day, Qing Li had been like an outsider. Aside from being forced into the séance game, she had seemed as though she was only there out of idle curiosity.

Not to mention, she had admitted to being knowledgeable about this kind of thing.

Jiang Xi fell into thought.

She remained silent until the car finally returned to the city. As she watched Yu Li getting ready to step out, she quickly followed after her.

"Hey, can I get your contact information?"

Yu Li raised an eyebrow at the QR code held out to her. Without much hesitation, she pulled out her phone.

"Of course."

With a soft “beep—”, the two successfully added each other as friends.

Jiang Xi’s eyes flickered slightly, and she leaned in closer, lowering her voice.

"Have you already found him?"

There was no need to specify who he was.

Yu Li’s expression was unreadable. Her eyes carried a hint of amusement, mixed with laziness, intrigue, and quiet scrutiny.

Crossing her arms, she remained standing in place. Tapping her phone lightly against her chin twice, she tilted her head slightly and gave a small, playful smile.

She only uttered two words—

"You guess."