After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 35: Do You Think I Was Telling the Truth?

Although Jiang Xi heard what the other person said, she still felt something was off. She glanced at Hou Liang, but he only shook his head at her.

"Forget it, Xixi, don't rush."

Jiang Xi had no choice but to temporarily drop the topic.

Watching as Yu Li relit the candle and toyed with the pen in her hand, Jiang Xi frowned. Just as she was about to ask something, the sound of desks and chairs crashing upstairs suddenly rang out.

The next second, Ke Yulong’s bloodcurdling scream pierced through the air.

The shrill cry made everyone present tense up.

Hou Liang took a step forward, grabbed her hand, and said in a low voice, "Let's go up and take a look."

Jiang Xi had no objections. She nodded, "Okay."

As they walked toward the classroom entrance, they suddenly realized that someone hadn't moved from the beginning.

Turning their heads, they saw the woman still sitting steadily on the chair, legs crossed, her posture relaxed.

"Qing Li, aren't you coming up to take a look?"

Yu Li, however, just shook her head. Her fingertips idly spun the pen, and she lazily lifted her chin toward them. "You guys go ahead. I'll stay here and wait for you to come back."

Hearing this, Jiang Xi and the others didn't say much. Suppressing the unease in their hearts, they took their flashlights and headed upstairs.

At this moment, only Yu Li was left outside.

But… it seemed like she wasn’t truly alone.

The night wind rustled through the overgrown weeds, creating a soft whispering sound.

The curtains upstairs, which had stopped moving, began to sway gently again.

If one looked up slightly, they would see that at some point, the windows of countless classrooms had become filled with eerie black silhouettes.

Moonlight poured down, illuminating their blue school uniforms. Their lips were dark purple, their pale faces devoid of expression. They stood silently, staring down at the woman below. Some of them had even gathered at the entrance of the teaching building, their twisted, ghostly faces reflected in the glass door, peering through the cracks with a deathly gaze.

From all directions, malicious stares bore down on her.

Yet Yu Li’s expression remained unchanged. The dim candlelight cast a glow on her face, but her gaze remained calm and indifferent.

The teaching building, packed with shadows, and the small illuminated space around her seemed like two completely separate worlds. It was as if stepping out by even a single step would lead to eternal damnation.

A cold wind swept through, making the candle flame flicker unsteadily. Yet, it continued to burn quietly.

Yu Li placed the pen upright in the center of the paper. In the absolute silence, she lowered her eyes and suddenly spoke softly—

"Have you arrived?"

As soon as the words fell, the chilly wind picked up again, brushing against the loose strands of hair near her ear. The strands of chestnut-colored hair blended into the night.

Silently, the black silhouettes at the classroom windows slowly vanished.

The air suddenly became eerily still.

A few seconds later, an invisible, ice-cold hand suddenly grasped the top of the pen. Moving slowly, it guided the pen across the paper.

The sound of the pen scratching against the paper was faint yet distinct in the quiet night.

Finally, it stopped on the word—"Yes."

From the audience’s perspective, it looked as if Yu Li was simply moving the pen herself.

Seeing this, the live chat exploded with shock.

【Huh?? Is this real or fake?】

【? Is she just messing around again?】

【Wait, who came??】

【Didn’t she just say Cen Xiu wasn’t rigorous? Why is she playing along now?】

【Something’s off. The camera never lingers on pointless shots like this. If it were fake, it would’ve been better to cut to Cen Xiu.】

【So what you're saying is… she’s serious this time??】

【WTF WTF WTF, what a golden opportunity! Hurry up and ask! Ask who it is!】

【Yes, yes! Ask! This is clearly leading to a major reveal!】

As the audience eagerly anticipated her next move, the woman finally spoke again, her voice slow and deliberate—

"So, you've arrived…"

But instead of asking anything related to the plot, she propped her chin on her hand, smiling playfully as she asked—

"Then, do you think what I said before was true or false?"

Her voice stretched out lazily, carrying a hint of amusement, the corners of her lips slightly upturned.

It almost felt like… flirting?

The chat fell silent for a moment, then exploded again.

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【Huh? What words?】

【She said so many things—which one???】

【Wait, is she just messing with us?】

【How is this related to the plot??】

【Asking a ghost's opinion?? I mean, what does its answer have to do with the story?】

【Am I imagining things? Damn… this feels like… a couple flirting.】

【Agreed with the person above. You’re not alone, I feel it too…】

【Camera operator, are you seriously just feeding us romantic fluff???】

Perhaps even the camera hadn’t expected Yu Li to go off-script. The footage visibly glitched for a moment before quickly cutting to the second floor.

On screen, Cen Xiu was running down the hallway with a flashlight in hand, his expression tense and serious. As he ran, he shouted ahead to Ke Yulong, "Grab onto something and stop!"

Not far ahead, Ke Yulong was sprawled on the ground. His head faced Cen Xiu’s direction, but his entire body was being dragged backward at high speed—like something was pulling his legs.

Yet behind him, there was nothing.

"Cen Xiu!! Help me!!"

Ke Yulong screamed in terror, his flashlight having fallen to the ground the moment he tripped. He looked utterly helpless and pitiful.

Hearing Cen Xiu’s command, he frantically reached out to grab onto a nearby classroom doorframe as he was dragged past it.

But in the next second—

A pair of tattered, old shoes suddenly appeared next to his hand.

Ke Yulong’s body stiffened.

Everything around him seemed to slow down. Every second stretched unbearably long.

With rigid, trembling movements, he slowly lifted his head—

Only to see a deathly pale face, completely devoid of blood, staring down at him.

"Ah—!!"

Ke Yulong’s pupils shrank, his eyes widening in sheer terror. Letting out a piercing scream, the color drained from his face. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot, allowing himself to be dragged away by the ghost.

"F***, such a coward."

Cen Xiu’s expression darkened. He was just about to rush forward when—

Countless black figures suddenly peeked their heads out from the nearby classrooms.

Most of their bodies remained hidden in the darkness, their faces featureless. When the flashlight swept over them, all that could be seen were eerily pale, blurred faces and bloodstained school uniforms.

They simply stood there, silently watching Cen Xiu.

In the pitch-black, silent hallway, the oppressive atmosphere was suffocating.

The live chat was momentarily stunned by the scene.

【Wait? Weren’t we just watching a couple’s moment??】

【I almost closed the stream out of fear.】

【Camera operator, you messed up big time…】

【This transition is killing me. I’ve never seen a scene switch this jarring before.】

【What happened? Ke Yulong got taken by a ghost?】

【Yeah, I saw his legs floating mid-air. He’s definitely being dragged away.】

【Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded if they had just finished the romantic moment first. I really wanted to know the ghost’s answer.】

【Was the ghost Qing Li summoned actually Bo Jingmo? What did she mean by asking Bo Jingmo that question? Which sentence was supposed to be true or false?】

【Probably unrelated to the plot. Didn’t you see how the camera panicked and cut away?】

【So… what’s the answer!!】

What was the answer?

Perhaps only Yu Li knew.

Outside the teaching building, a young man in a school uniform stood silently behind the woman. The darkness concealed his translucent body as he lowered his gaze, gripping the pen. His brows carried a distant, aloof coldness, with a faint, almost imperceptible trace of dark energy lingering around him. His excessively pale face showed no emotion.

After hearing those words, the boy lifted his eyes slightly, his deep, dark pupils betraying no hint of his thoughts.

He pondered for a moment before suddenly leaning down. His slender fingers slid downward, covering the woman's fair and delicate hand, personally guiding her as they slowly moved the pen.

The tip of the pen glided across the paper, finally stopping at a brand-new character—

"False."

It meant that every word she had spoken was a lie.

Seeing the answer, Yu Li’s lips curved slightly, but she made no comment.

The cold sensation on the back of her hand faded away after the response.

Yet, Yu Li didn’t seem entirely satisfied. Propping her head up with one hand, she lazily lifted her chin and raised an eyebrow at the empty space before her, her tone ambiguous—

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