After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 58: Of Course, They’ll Be Annihilated

According to Jiang Xi and Hou Liang’s plan, they had originally intended to charge straight into the classroom—Hou Liang would be in charge of restraining Qing Li, while Jiang Xi would grab the photos. As for Hu Ling and Qi Huang, they were to stay hidden and wait.

But the moment they brought up this plan, Bo Jingmo shut it down.

His face was expressionless, yet his presence carried a coldness that couldn’t be ignored. “Grabbing the photos is too dangerous. It’ll attract Wu Bianming’s attention. Hou Liang should take the photos. Jiang Xi, you handle Qing Li.”

His reasoning was solid. Jiang Xi and Qing Li were around the same height—two women restraining each other wouldn’t be too risky. But going for the photos? Way more dangerous. Injury was highly likely.

Hou Liang agreed, and the two of them moved in perfect sync—rushing straight toward the classroom.

But the moment they reached the doorway, they were immediately overwhelmed by the unbearable stench. Their eyes watered, and they started gagging uncontrollably.

In the end, Bo Jingmo, face dark as ever, had to throw them each a smell-blocking aura.

That little delay was enough for Wu Bianming to notice them.

He narrowed his eyes at the two humans and the ghost standing at the door, voice laced with menace: “Bo Jingmo, what’s this? You’re helping outsiders go against your teacher?”

Bo Jingmo didn’t say a word—just stared coldly at him.

Meanwhile, Hou Liang and Jiang Xi had already taken the opportunity to rush inside and begin their assigned tasks.

Seeing this, Wu Bianming’s rage erupted. His voice thundered with fury: “Courting death!”

He raised his hand, palm filled with thick ghostly energy, and flung it toward Hou Liang and Jiang Xi—but halfway there, it was scattered by another wave of black mist.

He turned his head and sure enough—it was Bo Jingmo who had interfered.

The man hadn’t said a word, but his actions made Wu Bianming even more furious.

Gnashing his teeth, Wu Bianming roared, “Bo Jingmo!!! What do you even gain from helping them?! They’re just humans! Helping your teacher is the right choice!”

In the very next second, Bo Jingmo vanished from his spot and reappeared right in front of Wu Bianming—expression still cold as ice—and drove a sharp kick into Wu Bianming’s stomach.

Wu Bianming hadn’t expected him to strike so suddenly. He couldn’t dodge in time and was kicked off the podium, crashing into the wall, his glasses flying off and clattering to the floor.

Clack—

The glasses hit the ground with a crisp sound.

A few seconds of silence followed. Bo Jingmo’s move had instantly escalated the tension in the air.

Wu Bianming kept his head down, twisting his neck from side to side. Bones cracked audibly as his joints contorted unnaturally, jutting out in grotesque angles.

He let out a sharp “Tch,” then slowly stood and spoke:

“Bo Jingmo… I actually always liked you.”

But midway through his sentence, his tone flipped from gentle to icy and sinister.

“Problem is, you were always too disobedient. And that’s the kind of student I hate the most!”

He suddenly looked up, gray-white hair whipping in the air as if caught in a storm. His pupils had turned pitch black, and his face, now pale and aged, radiated a murderous aura. A suffocating wave of black mist erupted from him, spreading across the classroom like a living entity.

In an instant, the entire school was swallowed in a foreboding, dangerous atmosphere.

【Holy sh*t, he’s gone full dark mode.】

【So gross and creepy. Is this the power of a final boss? Can Bo Jingmo handle this?】

【Wait… wasn’t Bo Jingmo’s photo still in Wu Bianming’s hands?】

【Oh crap, you’re right. That’s bad.】

【I still kinda trust Bo Jingmo’s strength though. When’s he ever lost?】

【True, but this time his weakness is in someone else’s hands. Just like last world—remember Filia? She exploited his weakness too.】

【Huh? Wasn’t that just Bo Jingmo faking a tragic romance to get out? That’s what I always thought.】

【…No way. His first death was Filia killing him. The second one he chose for himself.】

【Been a while since Bo Jingmo’s had a real fight. Weirdly excited for this one.】

Over on Jiang Xi’s side, it was surprisingly easy to restrain Qing Li—mostly because she didn’t resist at all. She let Jiang Xi tie her up without a word.

Jiang Xi had expected her to try something, but Qing Li was being… suspiciously cooperative.

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Holding onto Yu Li’s arm, Jiang Xi’s gaze shifted as she took in the scene between Wu Bianming and Bo Jingmo. Her eyes widened. “What’s happening over there?”

Yu Li glanced over at Hou Liang, who was quickly gathering the photos. Her gaze flickered.

Then she suddenly laughed and opened her mouth to explain—voluntarily.

“He’s using the students’ souls to fuel his own power.”

Yu Li had figured out Wu Bianming’s plan the moment she saw the classroom setup.

The photos contained the students’ full power. Wu Bianming was using their corpses as vessels, transferring that energy into himself through the pictures.

No wonder he said he could beat Bo Jingmo. With that kind of energy boost, it wasn’t surprising he’d get overconfident.

Yu Li muttered under her breath, “Truly ruthless.”

Jiang Xi didn’t quite understand all the implications, but she could tell things weren’t looking good.

Her face darkened as she urgently whispered, “Then what happens to the students?”

Yu Li glanced over, lips curling into a playful yet schadenfreude-filled smile. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“What happens?”

“Of course—they’ll be annihilated. Gone completely.”

This was essentially trading the students’ afterlife years for his own strength.

There was no such thing as a “good” outcome.

Yu Li’s words completely shattered the last sliver of hope Jiang Xi had left.

Her face turned pale in an instant. She shook her head, eyes dazed. “No… this can’t… this can’t happen…”

This was all Wu Bianming’s fault. Why should Hu Ling and the others pay the price?

Looking at Yu Li’s relaxed, carefree face, Jiang Xi grabbed her hand in panic. “Qing Li, Qing Li, you—you must know how to stop this, right? You know about this stuff, don’t you?”

Meanwhile, Bo Jingmo and Wu Bianming were locked in a brutal fight—neither gaining the upper hand.

Maybe because Wu Bianming’s ritual hadn’t finished yet, Bo Jingmo was starting to pull ahead.

Boom—!

With a final, thunderous slam, Bo Jingmo lifted Wu Bianming with one hand—like taking out the trash—and hurled him straight out of the classroom.

Wu Bianming crashed into a desk, the wood splintering into useless fragments. He landed in the wreckage, the dense ghost aura that once surrounded him now reduced to a faint wisp. His injuries made him look even more grotesque, and he didn’t even have the strength to stand.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself up, fists clenched, eyes blazing with bitter hatred as he stared at Bo Jingmo in the doorway—his back molars nearly cracking from the pressure.

D*mn it! How could he still lose?!

Bo Jingmo, that lunatic!

Bathed in moonlight, the boy in a school uniform stood tall—his presence elegant like a cedar tree from afar.

But in reality, the aura around him was anything but gentle.

Fringed bangs partially obscured his face, and in those pitch-black eyes now burned a bright, blood-red glow—rage and violence radiating off him like a wild beast on the hunt.

He tilted his head slightly, silently staring down at Wu Bianming outside the classroom. The curve of his lips was cruel, and his pale fingertips trembled with excitement. The rush of killing had stirred something deep within him.

His task was done. Even if he killed this man now, Lili wouldn’t blame him.

Thinking that, the smile on Bo Jingmo’s lips deepened. Excitement surged through him, and the red haze of madness took over his mind completely.

Only one thought remained.

Kill this male ghost. Kill him.

Black mist wrapped around Wu Bianming’s neck, tightening little by little.

Like a python strangling its prey—calm, slow, and lethally precise.

Yu Li raised her brows at the sight, saying nothing. A flicker of indulgent amusement lingered in her eyes.

Looks like… he was about to lose control.

Just then, Jiang Xi’s frantic plea rang in her ear, finally pulling her attention back.

Seeing the girl’s panicked, lost expression, Yu Li’s eyes softened a little. She lowered her gaze with a gentle smile, her tone sincere as she said:

“Sure. Untie me, and I’ll tell you how to save the students. Sound good?”