After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 102: She’s My Girlfriend

As soon as the voice rang out, everyone instinctively turned to look toward its source.

In the corner of the room sat a woman in red on a chair.

Her waist-length hair fell behind her in waves, a few stray strands draping by her ears, making her delicate, pale face look even fairer. Her lips were a striking crimson, a floral forehead ornament bloomed vividly between her brows, and she propped her chin in one hand, fox-like eyes gently curved in a soft, tender smile.

She tilted her head slightly and chuckled, “Hello everyone, I’m the ghost you’ve all been talking about.”

Seeing everyone instinctively tense up, the woman sighed, mumbling with a faint trace of grievance, “Bo Jingmo, looks like your friends don’t like me.”

At the mention of that name, everyone in the room froze again. A man’s figure slowly emerged behind the woman, and when they saw that familiar face, Guangran and the others widened their eyes in disbelief.

Bo Jingmo was actually alive in spirit form?

The man gave them a flat glance, then bent down and gently kissed the top of the woman’s head. “I’ll explain it to them,” he said.

It was a soft and coaxing voice they’d never heard from him before.

Even though Guangran and Qi Mai already knew about the relationship between the two ghosts, their expressions still looked complicated.

Let alone Yi Xian and Ji Xun, who had no idea what was going on—they frowned in confusion, unable to make sense of the situation.

What was this? Wasn’t Bo Jingmo a player? How did he end up with an NPC?

The man raised his head. His face was still as it had been before he died—handsome and refined, with an air of aloof elegance in his features, as though he had never died at all.

But the eerie red glint flashing occasionally in his eyes made it clear—Bo Jingmo was no longer human.

His thin lips parted slightly as he introduced Yu Li’s identity to the group: “She’s my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?!” Even lying in bed, Ji Xun’s voice turned sharp with shock. His eyes bulged as he pointed, “I knew you were involved with that ghost, Bo Jingmo!!”

He shouted, “I knew my analysis was spot on! Bo Jingmo and the female ghost were a team!!”

He couldn’t move much, so he was desperate to prove himself with words.

Yu Li stood up, giggling as she interrupted him: “Actually, all your guesses were wrong.”

She walked over to Ji Xun, and Yi Xian instinctively made way for her.

“Li Li and Du Yanhan weren’t killed by me. From beginning to end, I only killed the villagers.”

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As if remembering something, she smiled and pointed at Bo Jingmo, “Oh wait—him too.”

Ji Xun’s eyes narrowed. He was just about to speak when the woman chuckled, “But your eyes—those were my doing.”

Ignoring Ji Xun’s suddenly resentful, sinister stare, she stood and walked over to Guangran.

Yu Li was slightly taller than her. Staring at Guangran’s pale face, she raised a brow and said, “You’ve been dying to figure out the secret of this village, haven’t you? Why don’t I just tell you?”

Rather than letting the players earn plot discovery points, she might as well give them the truth directly.

Under those beautiful fox-like eyes, Guangran couldn’t help but avert her gaze. Her heart beat nervously, and she looked at Yu Li with wary curiosity. “Really?”

“Of course,” Yu Li said with a light laugh. She snapped her fingers, and instantly, a dozen or so pitch-black, shadowy figures appeared in the room. They had no solid form, like shadows cast under a streetlamp—some darker, some lighter—but it was still clear they were all female ghosts.

Startled by the sudden appearance of so many ghosts, everyone reflexively backed up a few steps, fear flickering in their eyes.

“Don’t be afraid. These ghosts have no power. They can’t hurt you.”

Yu Li walked through the shadows and sat back in her chair. Behind her, Bo Jingmo quietly helped smooth her long hair.

She waved her hand, and the shadows vanished again. “See that? Those shadows were the girls killed by the villagers. Some were about your age, brought here by the villagers into this deep mountain forest. You can guess what happened next.”

Guangran looked at her and asked knowingly, “So, you’re one of them?”

“Yep,” Yu Li smiled with her chin propped on her hand, voice lazy, “I’m the wife Zhao Xu mentioned—the one who drowned in the lake.”

At that, the man behind her paused his movement.

Yu Li pretended to adjust her hair, her fingers lightly brushing against his palm.

Soothingly reassured by her touch, Bo Jingmo pressed his lips together and let a faint smile tug at the corners of his mouth.

Guangran had too many questions. Although she could glimpse Zhao Xu’s memories, the information was limited.

So she fired off a string of questions all at once: “How did you die? Why couldn’t the other girls end up like you? What exactly is Wei Lao trying to do? What kind of cooperation did you mean?”

Yu Li raised a brow slightly, answering slowly, “It all comes down to Wei Caifan.”

“He’s using human lives to feed an evil spirit. Fresh female souls, especially, have the strongest power. That thing you saw—the so-called statue—is actually just a vessel containing an evil entity...”

Wei Caifan was the real monstrous ghost. He’d partnered with the evil spirit, enjoying the false immortality it offered.

And as a price, there would be no future generations in the village.

That’s why there were no children, not even women, in the village. In reality, the village had already been dying out for a long time.

To keep the villagers from noticing, Wei Caifan brainwashed them, telling them he’d find wives for them from outside—that women from outside could bear children. But in truth, he was just increasing the number of souls being sacrificed.

The foolish villagers were easily manipulated and began treating Wei Lao as a god. Chen Daxie and Chen Chang were from the same family. Chen Chang was the only promising one in the village, so Wei Lao wasn’t about to let him go either.

He explained that there were too many ghosts, which was why the village was haunted. Those ghosts would follow you for life—no matter where you ran, they’d never let you go.

To suppress them, sacrifices had to be made to the “immortal” he served.

Controlling Zhao Xu was even simpler.

All he had to do was make him part of the scheme.

So Wei Lao proposed using Yu Banxue’s body as a vessel and sealing her underwater, trapping all the ghosts with her beneath the lake. That way, they wouldn’t cause trouble anymore.

He even threatened Zhao Xu—if he didn’t comply, the whole village would die, including his sister.

Sacrifice an outsider to save the whole village.

That was Zhao Xu’s so-called “no choice.”

“So my death was used to suppress the souls of those girls. But Wei Caifan never expected their resentment to create me.”

This body was no longer Yu Banxue’s. It had become the collective resting place for all the wandering, vengeful spirits.

Yu Li looked at her fingertips and smiled faintly: “What Wei Lao wants now is actually the souls of all of you. He just needs one more to ask the evil spirit to help destroy me.”

Hearing Yu Li reveal the secret of the village, everyone fell into silence.

They were still just new players, barely having completed a few instances, and their understanding of the game world was still that NPCs held critical clues while ghosts were the enemies to fight.

But now the truth was the exact opposite—

In this instance, the NPC was the real villain.

Guangran narrowed her eyes. “If that’s really the case, then why did you attack us before? You could’ve just told us. We would’ve helped you.”

Her gaze swept past the male ghost behind the woman. Her expression paused, and then she asked one final question:

“And if Bo Jingmo is your boyfriend, then why did you kill him?”