After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 50: Midnight Is Almost Here

Having seen Bo Jingmo go on countless murder sprees in various dungeons, Jiang Xi and Hou Liang were completely baffled by this somewhat rational version of him.

But clearly, they weren’t the only ones struck by lightning.

A whole audience of viewers was just as confused.

【? Am I seeing things? Is this really Bo Jingmo? Or is it his long-lost twin brother?】

【Who the hell possessed Bo Jingmo?!】

【Wait… is he actually helping the protagonists? Is he? IS HE? Mom, I think I need to go to bed—I’m hallucinating.】

【This is the most shocking thing I’ve seen in years. But actually, isn’t this just how he acts when he’s pretending to be human?】

【Yeah, but he’s a ghost now! What if he actually regained his consciousness?!】

【Hard to say… maybe, just maybe, this time… he really is a good ghost?】

【Come on, it makes sense. You guys shouldn’t be that surprised. In every other scenario, Bo Jingmo was always the villain after he turned into a ghost. But this time, the villains are clearly Qing Li and Wu Bianming, so naturally, he’s on the good side.】

【Exactly! He and Qing Li have a grudge—there’s no way he’s the villain.】

【Totally unrelated, but—his face is unbelievably good-looking. And since he’s still in his high school form, he’s got that deadly handsome vibe… hehehe】

【I still don’t get it. Qing Li, girl, how did you even lay a hand on that face? I swear, you could’ve played with his heart instead! Why the hell did you have to bully him?!】

【Defiling a cold and untouchable beauty… hehehehe~】

Inside the school building, the two were silent for a long moment before Jiang Xi was the first to react.

Her eye twitched. Even though she was completely stunned, she forced herself to sound skeptical.

"You’re… Bo Jingmo, right? I saw your picture on the ones Qing Li had."

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The moment those cold, indifferent eyes swept over her, she froze.

And then, a realization struck her.

Bo Jingmo hasn’t actually regained his consciousness.

His eyes were too different from how they were in reality.

In real life, Bo Jingmo had always been reserved and distant, but even so, his expression never carried such blatant aggression. At least, Jiang Xi had never seen it.

But just now, with a single glance, she caught the irritation and impatience buried deep in his gaze.

The sharp, dangerous aura he exuded now was also completely unlike the cool and refined Bo Jingmo from the real world.

So, was he being forced to do this?

But who could possibly force Bo Jingmo?

Wu Bianming? No, if that guy was truly so powerful, there was no reason for him to make Bo Jingmo deceive them.

For the first time, Jiang Xi couldn’t make sense of the plot.

As she stood there processing, Bo Jingmo’s voice rang out.

"I can help you," he said flatly. "But I have a condition."

A condition?

Jiang Xi instinctively asked, "What condition?"

Bo Jingmo, keeping a cold face, emotionlessly repeated the lines Qing Li had given him.

"My photo is with Qing Li. She’s a threat to me. So when the time comes, you…"

He paused briefly, then continued in a slightly different tone—

A tone that almost sounded… polite?

"You need to keep an eye on her. Don’t let her stay with Wu Bianming. And when this is all over, leave her to me."

Jiang Xi didn’t overthink it. She assumed Bo Jingmo was simply being cautious—after all, he knew about Qing Li and Wu Bianming’s past. If they were left together, they could scheme something dangerous.

So she nodded and replied, "Got it. Qing Li probably brought us here because we know too much. She wants to silence us, so we’re already her targets. We’ll definitely be careful."

Then, remembering his last request, she hesitated before asking, "And when you say ‘handle Qing Li’… do you mean kill her?"

Bo Jingmo lifted his eyelids slightly and glanced at her. His pitch-black pupils were dark and unreadable, emotions swirling beneath the surface like an ominous tide. The calm exterior masked something much more dangerous underneath.

Jiang Xi’s body stiffened.

Had she asked the wrong question?

Just as she was about to apologize, he finally looked away and gave a short reply.

"Mn."

The sound was faint, almost reluctant—like he had been forced to agree.

Jiang Xi wisely chose not to press further.

She pulled out her phone. "I’ll message Cen Xiu now, tell him to be extra careful, and then we can find a way to—"

"No time."

Bo Jingmo interrupted her, his gaze shifting toward another school building.

"If you’ve already encountered ghosts, then they’ve been dealing with them for a while now."

Then, he suddenly turned his head slightly.

In the darkness, the corners of his lips curved into an almost imperceptible smirk. His eyes narrowed as he slowly spoke.

"And besides… it’s almost midnight."

The moment he finished speaking, Jiang Xi’s expression changed drastically.

Midnight.

Someone was going to die.

—

A Few Minutes Earlier

After hanging up the call, Qing Li and the others were just about to head downstairs to meet at the main entrance.

And then—

"Clang—"

Every classroom door on the entire floor swung open all at once.

The heavy whoosh of multiple doors opening in eerie synchronization filled the corridor. In the suffocating darkness, the entire floor seemed even more cramped and oppressive.

Yu Haoye, who had been walking in the front, froze in place. His breath hitched.

He immediately took several steps back—until he was standing side by side with Qing Li and Cen Xiu.

Glancing at the time, he cursed under his breath. "It’s not even midnight yet. Why the hell is this happening already?"

Cen Xiu frowned.

This building had two stairwells—one at the far end of the hallway, and one just a few meters away from them.

"It’s fine," he reassured. "We’re not taking that side anyway. We’ll use this staircase instead."

Saying that, he turned on his flashlight and stepped forward, leading the way.

"I’ll go down firs—"

The moment he reached the stairwell, he abruptly stopped.

Both his footsteps and his voice cut off at the same time.

The air went deathly silent.

Then—just like Yu Haoye—he suddenly jerked backward, retreating several steps until he was back at their starting position.

His face was ashen.

Pointing at the stairwell, he stammered, "Th-there’s… there’s a ghost."

Qing Li, who had barely moved the entire time, simply watched them go back and forth.

She chuckled softly and teased, "Cen Xiu, aren’t you a horror game streamer? Shouldn’t seeing ghosts be normal for you? Why so scared?"

Cen Xiu’s lips were bloodless.

He shot a look at Qing Li, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Swallowing hard, he muttered, "Yeah, I have seen ghosts before, but…"

Remembering what he had just witnessed, his head shook in disbelief.

His voice dropped into a whisper.

"But at the bottom of the stairwell… there were at least a dozen of them."

The scene was exactly like what had happened when he chased after Ke Yulong before.

The beam of his flashlight had swept over more than ten lifeless, pale ghostly faces.

The fact that he hadn’t outright screamed proved his nerves were already top-tier.

Seeing that Qing Li didn’t seem convinced, his lips trembled as he spoke.

"If you don’t believe me… you can go look for yourself."

Yu Li refused without hesitation. "Nope, I’m scared."

Cen Xiu: "……"

Then why the hell did you say that while smiling?

Still determined to keep up appearances, Cen Xiu forced himself to act tough despite his shaky legs. "There are just too many ghosts! If there was only one, I’d definitely be able to handle it!"

There was no way they could take this staircase anymore, but luckily, the buildings were all interconnected.

Yu Haoye started inching backward, speaking rapidly, "Let’s go to another building."

He said "let’s," but the moment the words left his mouth, he turned and bolted toward the other school building by himself.

Cen Xiu was so stunned that he blurted out, "Holy sh*t! That bastard wants us to be the bait!"

He turned to Yu Li. "Come on, Qing Li! We need to move now!"

Yu Li glanced at the pitch-black hallway ahead, then at Cen Xiu beside her. In the end, she didn’t say anything and simply followed him toward the other building.

The very moment they stepped inside—

A piercing scream tore through the air.

"AHHH—!"

It was Yu Haoye’s voice.

Cen Xiu’s face twisted in an instant. His footsteps faltered, and he hesitated, standing frozen in place before finally shouting down the corridor.

"YU HAOYE! WHAT HAPPENED?!"

His voice echoed endlessly through the empty hallway.

But no reply came.

The sudden silence was suffocating. The atmosphere turned ice-cold in an instant.

In the pitch-black corridor, only the dim beam of their flashlight flickered weakly.

Beyond its reach was endless darkness.

The peeling walls exposed bricks beneath the chipped paint, and the air was thick with the damp, rotten stench of decay, making every hair on their bodies stand on end.

Danger coiled in the silence, lurking just beyond the edge of the light.

As if at any moment, something monstrous would leap out, sink its teeth into their throats, and tear them apart piece by piece.

Cen Xiu’s pupils trembled. The hand holding the flashlight shook slightly.

There were too many ghosts in this dungeon.

Why were there so many?

He turned to check Yu Li’s expression—

Only to see her staring into the darkness.

Not moving. Not speaking.

Just watching.

Sensing his gaze, she finally lifted her eyelids and gave him a slow, sidelong glance.

Then, in a calm, deliberate tone, she said,

"Did you hear that? Something’s coming."

She lowered her gaze to check the time.

A flicker of emotion flashed through her eyes.

11:55 PM.

Only five minutes left until midnight.