After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 17: Don’t Lay a Hand on Her

As soon as Joeci returned upstairs, he wanted to inform Young Master immediately about Cecil’s appearance. He could sense that man was a priest. Right now, Young Master’s strength had yet to recover, and he frequently fell into deep sleep. If that person discovered him, a direct confrontation would undoubtedly put them at a disadvantage.

But unexpectedly, by the time he got back upstairs, Bo Jingmo was already awake.

The moment he opened the door, Da Dong’s steps halted abruptly, frozen in shock at the scene before him. He hesitated before speaking, his tone uncertain:

“Young Master…?”

The room was in complete disarray, shattered debris strewn everywhere. A man in a dark robe stood by the window, his gaze icy as he looked outside. His presence radiated unrestrained fury and killing intent, while thick black mist surged around him, engulfing the entire room in an instant.

His eyes landed on the man who had just entered, lips pressed into a tight, emotionless line.

Upon hearing the voice, Bo Jingmo turned his head slightly, casting a glance at Da Dong. His pitch-black pupils carried a faint, bloodthirsty red glow.

Da Dong stiffened in place. For a brief moment, he felt as though Young Master was about to devour his soul.

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Although he had once wished that Young Master would consume him to restore his memories, now that he understood Young Master’s feelings toward that woman, how could he willingly offer himself up as a sacrifice?

While he was still contemplating, Bo Jingmo had already approached him, his gaze cold and unreadable.

Just as Da Dong thought Young Master was truly about to kill him, he felt a warm surge of power enter his soul. Startled, he exclaimed,

“Young Master! You—!”

Da Dong’s pupils shrank in disbelief. Young Master had shared his power with him.

Then, in a calm, chilling voice, Bo Jingmo issued a command:

“Kill this entire family.”

Every single one. Leave no one alive.

【Huh? What does that mean?】

【What’s Bo Jingmo doing? Instead of killing them himself, he’s giving his power to his subordinate to do it?】

【…Bo Jingmo, are you afraid of dirtying your hands?】

【Wait, bro, what is this? Are you getting lazy, or did you suddenly grow a conscience?】

【That doesn’t make sense—why kill the protagonist’s group now? You haven’t even taken revenge yet!】

【That’s it, Bo Jingmo not killing people? My youth is over.】

【I don’t understand the plot anymore.】

The barrage of chat comments exploded with confusion, all struggling to grasp Bo Jingmo’s intentions.

However, in the next second, they saw the man suddenly grasp Da Dong’s throat. Lowering his head, he narrowed his eyes in warning, his gaze dark and unfathomable. He spoke each word with deliberate clarity:

“But don’t lay a hand on her.”

The meaning behind "her" was unmistakable.

Suppressing the emotions flickering in his eyes, Da Dong lowered his head and responded respectfully, “Yes, Young Master.”

Da Dong knew exactly who Bo Jingmo was referring to. But the audience had no clue. After a brief, eerie silence, the chat erupted in synchronized confusion:

【???】

【???】

【???】

…

A long silence stretched on before someone finally broke.

【Wait, Bo Jingmo, who exactly are you talking about?! Who is this ‘her’?!】

【The person above is so precise. Honestly, I feel like it’s a woman. Let’s just say ‘her’ directly.】

【No way… Did Bo Jingmo actually take a liking to someone?】

【Hehehe, I think I can set the table now. Judging by my shipping instincts, it’s the neighbor. A forbidden love between human and ghost~~】

【I agree. Otherwise, how do you explain Bo Jingmo sparing the beautiful neighbor?】

【Oh no… I just remembered the kiss mark on the beautiful neighbor’s neck… My god!!】

【I think we just stumbled upon something huge!!】

【Alright, alright. I didn’t understand the plot before, but now I get it.】

【Then tell us—】

【Remember when Jiang Xi wanted to introduce Filia to someone? Bo Jingmo must have been following the protagonist duo this whole time and overheard. And today, someone actually came… That certain male ghost just snapped.】

【Teacher, I have achieved enlightenment! So, Bo Jingmo has liked the neighbor for a long time?!】

【Damn, it’s actually love at first sight?!】

The viewer who had initially mentioned love at first sight immediately jumped out.

【Those who doubted me back then, the ones who said Bo Jingmo falling in love at first sight would cause the world to explode—come out and argue with me! Look me in the eye!】

The flood of chat messages was so overwhelming that even the system was stunned.

It hadn’t even realized it, but the audience had already figured it out?!

So… the marks on her neck really were kiss marks?!

She knew all along?!

Hit by this unexpected realization, the system felt like its programming had crashed. It was truly dumbfounded. It had actually believed those were mosquito bites!

No wonder she didn’t let it appear last night—it was because of this!

The system fell into silent self-doubt.

While the chat unraveled Bo Jingmo and Yu Li’s relationship, Yu Li remained oblivious.

She had been invited by Jiang Xi to join them for a meal. Whether Jiang Xi was genuinely expressing gratitude for yesterday’s lunch or trying to play matchmaker between her and Cecil, Yu Li wasn’t sure. Regardless, she was ushered out of the kitchen and now sat in the living room with Cecil.

As she watched him pull out various items from his bag—crosses, scriptures, and other objects steeped in Western religious taboos—Yu Li raised an eyebrow.

Cecil noticed her gaze and offered a warm smile. “Are you a follower of any church?”

“No.” Yu Li tilted her head slightly, returning a polite smile. “In fact, I don’t practice any faith. I’m just curious about the things you brought out.”

Cecil respected personal beliefs. Upon hearing her response, he nodded, pretending to let out a breath of relief. “That’s good. If Miss Filia has any questions, feel free to ask me. I was worried you might find these things dull.”

Such an elegant gentleman.

His gentle demeanor, coupled with his mature appearance, was indeed quite appealing.

Unfortunately…

He wasn’t Yu Li’s type.

She arched a brow playfully and teased, “You’re too polite. It would be my honor to have you enlighten me.”

As she watched him continue sorting through his items, Yu Li casually asked, “Are these meant for exorcising evil spirits?”

Without pausing his movements, Cecil replied, “Generally, yes. For ordinary spirits, we recite scriptures to drive them away and guide them to salvation. If they cannot be redeemed, then we have no choice but to eradicate them completely.”

Turning to meet Yu Li’s striking blue eyes, his voice unconsciously softened. “Of course, if we encounter a Satanic demon, then all we can do is pray to God.”

“Hahaha, Mr. Cecil, you’re quite humorous.”

Yu Li laughed as she shifted into a more relaxed position, leaning lazily against the armrest of the sofa. Then, in a quiet voice, she asked, “What about Eastern ghosts?”

At her words, the man’s hands froze for a fraction of a second. He was silent for a moment before responding with a smile, “Then I suppose we’d need Eastern methods.”

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out a very familiar-looking yellow talisman paper from his bag and displayed it to Yu Li. “What a coincidence. I once traveled to the East and had dealings with Taoist priests. I was fascinated by their exorcism techniques and managed to obtain this. Not just that—I also have a Bagua mirror and a coin sword.”

“Miss Filia, would you like to see them?”

Yu Li: “……”

No, thanks.

This priest is really something else.