After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 49: Bo Jingmo Is a Good Ghost

From behind the curtain, a dark figure stood silently. No one knew when it had appeared. The moonlight filtered through, casting its shape in stark detail against the fabric.

It looked as thin as a paper cutout, standing unnaturally straight with both hands pressed tightly to its sides, like a student being punished. In the darkness of the office, its presence was eerily unsettling.

Was this… a person?

Or a ghost?

Jiang Xi forgot to breathe. Her mind went blank with a loud buzz.

She instinctively took a step back, pressing against the warmth of a chest behind her. A firm hand gripped her arm, and Hou Liang’s steady voice sounded in her ear.

"Jiang Xi, don’t be afraid. I’m here."

She turned her face away with closed eyes and let out a shaky hum in response.

Cold sweat had already soaked her back. After speaking so much earlier, her throat felt parched and hoarse.

【Who else is still thinking about how badass Jiang Xi’s analysis was earlier…】

【She was amazing! And now that I think about it, Hou Liang was the most cautious all along. Honestly, I almost got tricked by Qing Li too.】

【She’s too deceiving. That gentle smile of hers—it’s impossible to imagine she’s actually so terrifyingly ruthless.】

【No wonder Qing Li went straight for Wu Bianming… She knew a long time ago that he was behind everything, but she kept quiet for the sake of her own reputation.】

【Oh my god, I swear I’ll never trust a pretty woman again.】

【Seriously, I’m covered in goosebumps. So creepy. So, in Jiang Xi’s dream, the person beating Hu Ling was Wu Bianming, right?】

【I’m actually starting to feel bad for Bo Jingmo… Was he controlled by Wu Bianming too?】

【That makes sense! Otherwise, knowing Bo Jingmo’s personality, he would’ve fought back ages ago. He must’ve been under Wu Bianming’s control.】

【Wait, so if Qing Li isn’t a good person, doesn’t that mean Cen Xiu and Yu Haoye are in danger?】

【Oh sh*t, I forgot about those two idiots. They’re doomed. Good luck to them. Amen.】

【But what about Jiang Xi? What’s she supposed to do? Isn’t it not even midnight yet?】

Jiang Xi had the same question.

She had checked the time earlier—midnight hadn’t arrived yet.

The figure across from them hadn’t moved. It stood there like a lifeless puppet. She took the chance to glance at her phone.

11:45.

Her brows furrowed instantly, her gaze shifting back to the shadowy figure.

Fifteen minutes left.

So why had the ghost already appeared?

Before she could find an answer, Hou Liang’s low voice whispered in her ear.

"Jiang Xi, the door isn’t locked. On the count of three, we run."

He had noticed the same thing—that the figure wasn’t moving toward them. Seizing the opportunity, he had quietly reached for the door. He had only meant to test if it would open, and to his surprise, it wasn’t locked at all.

Jiang Xi gave a small nod to show she understood.

Then, Hou Liang’s hushed voice counted down beside her.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

At the last count, he grabbed her wrist, and they turned as one, bolting for the door.

The very second they escaped the office, Jiang Xi couldn’t help but glance back—

The shadow was still there, standing behind the curtain.

And then… its head turned toward them.

Holy f***.

Jiang Xi’s face went pale. She whipped her head forward and ran, not daring to look back again.

They didn’t stop until they had sprinted down an entire flight of stairs, only pausing to catch their breath.

Jiang Xi leaned on her knees, glancing toward the stairwell to confirm that the shadow hadn’t followed them. Only then did she pull out her phone, ready to call Cen Xiu and check on their situation.

If she had already encountered a ghost, then Cen Xiu and Yu Haoye—who were still with Qing Li—had to be in even greater danger.

But before she could dial, a faint voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"…Jiang Xi…"

The voice was weak, barely audible, but she heard it clearly.

Her fingers froze mid-motion. Her wide eyes locked onto her phone screen, unable to look up.

She was afraid it was a hallucination.

And even more afraid it wasn’t.

Hou Liang moved to stand beside her, gripping her wrist. His voice was low and unreadable.

"She’s here."

His words made Jiang Xi tighten her grip on the phone.

Her eyes burned. Slowly—so slowly—it took what felt like centuries to turn her head.

And then she saw her.

The girl from her memories stood just a few meters away.

Tears slipped from Jiang Xi’s red-rimmed eyes, falling to the floor with a soft pat.

Her lips trembled as she whispered in disbelief,

"…Hu Ling? Is it really you?"

The girl’s face was deathly pale, her features gaunt, eyes sunken and bulging. She wore an old, tattered school uniform, her hands placed neatly in front of her. Beneath her collar, faint strangulation marks peeked through. She was every bit the terrifying image of a ghost.

And yet, Jiang Xi felt no fear.

How could she?

How could she possibly be afraid?

This girl was her best friend.

The only companion she had in high school.

Even though she had become a ghost, even though her face had turned monstrous, Jiang Xi still saw her as the same bright, beautiful girl from that summer.

Hu Ling was just as emotional, but she could no longer cry. She wasn’t human anymore—she had no tears left to shed.

But the sorrow in her eyes was no less than Jiang Xi’s.

"Jiang Xi… you shouldn’t have come."

She smiled bitterly and shook her head, her gaze dropping. The curve of her lips was tinged with helplessness.

"You should have forgotten about me."

"How could I?!" Jiang Xi’s voice cracked, her eyes still red. "If I had known earlier, I would’ve come right away! I would never have let you suffer like this!"

"Hu Ling! Was it that b*stard Wu Bianming?! Was he the one tormenting you?! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?! Tell me now—I’ll make him pay for what he’s done!"

Hou Liang noticed that her emotions were getting out of control and quickly pressed down on her shoulders. "Jiang Xi, calm down."

He turned to Hu Ling. "Hu Ling, you must know how to deal with Wu Bianming, don’t you? How is he controlling you all? How do we defeat him?"

Hu Ling’s lips parted slightly. Her fingers twisted together in front of her, head bowed, unsure how to respond.

On one hand, she wanted Jiang Xi to save her.

On the other hand, she didn’t want her best friend to risk her life.

Wu Bianming had killed too many people. His aura of resentment was overwhelming. A normal person who got too close to him wouldn’t stand a chance.

The room fell into a heavy silence.

And then, from the darkness beside them, a cool, indifferent voice rang out.

"Found the photo."

The familiar voice made both Jiang Xi and Hou Liang’s expressions change.

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No way.

They instinctively turned toward the source of the voice.

From the dark corner of the hallway, a figure had been standing there all along.

The man slowly stepped out of the shadows. He was tall and slender, his finely chiseled features as sharp as ink brush strokes, exuding a familiar cold indifference.

It was actually Bo Jingmo?!

Jiang Xi hadn't even processed her shock when the man spoke again, his voice icy.

"If you want to free them from control, you need to find the photos that were hidden away. The same goes for killing Wu Bianming—find his photo, and that will do."

His words were direct—clearly meant to help them.

Jiang Xi and Hou Liang froze on the spot.

Both of them stared blankly at Bo Jingmo, their brains momentarily short-circuiting.

Seeing their silence, Hu Ling thought they didn’t believe him and quickly jumped in to explain.

"Jiang Xi, Bo Jingmo is a good ghost! He’s on our side! He’s not like Wu Bianming! I was only able to come see you today because of his help, really! He’s always helping ghosts like us who have been tormented!"

That last sentence was completely made up by Hu Ling—just to make Bo Jingmo seem more convincing. She just wanted Jiang Xi and Hou Liang to trust that he was truly a good ghost.

But what she didn’t know was…

The reason Jiang Xi and Hou Liang were frozen in place wasn’t because they didn’t believe Bo Jingmo.

They were simply too stunned to react.

As if a thunderbolt had struck them straight from above, frying them to a crisp inside and out.

Their jaws were practically about to drop to the floor.

Wait, what?!

Bo Jingmo is—helping them???

Or… is this a fully conscious Bo Jingmo?

Did he regain control of himself?!