After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 55: Does Qing Li Like Me a Little Too?

Meanwhile, Cen Xiu, who was still happily basking in his “rebirth after death,” suddenly got a call from Jiang Xi.

He paused for a second, then hit the answer button. Before he could say anything, the other person’s voice came through first.

“Cen Xiu? Is that you?”

Who else could it be?

Cen Xiu was completely confused. “Yeah, it’s me. What’s up?”

Hearing his familiar voice, Jiang Xi let out a sigh of relief, but her expression quickly turned grim.

If Cen Xiu was still alive…

“What about Yu Haoye? Is he with you? And… Qing Li, is she there too?”

It was only then that Cen Xiu realized the situation. He looked around at the empty space around him, his expression slowly turning blank as he replied into the phone, “They’re not here. I don’t know where they went.”

Thinking back to what had happened just minutes ago, he got angry all over again. As he climbed up from the ground, he cursed harshly:

“Jiang Xi, let me tell you—Yu Haoye, that d*mn dog, seriously. Qing Li had a Protective Amulet, you know that? It could keep ghosts away. That amulet only had one use left to save a life. I was just about to get grabbed by a ghost, and Qing Li was gonna use it to save me—but Yu Haoye snatched it and ran!”

He said it all in one breath, then couldn’t help but glance down at his empty wrist, muttering, “But good thing that was just a hallucination. Qing Li probably went to chase after Yu Haoye, since he stole her stuff.”

“Honestly, Qing Li is seriously so kindhearted. In that kind of situation, she only had one life-saving chance left and she gave it to me. I was so touched I almost cried. Do you think maybe she likes me a little too? I mean, who would just give something like that away unless they cared, right?”

Jiang Xi and Hou Liang, who knew Qing Li’s real identity: “……”

Bo Jingmo, who’d been pretending not to care but was listening the whole time: “?”

Leaning against the wall, Bo Jingmo lazily lifted his eyelids, his deep dark pupils glinting faintly red. A cold laugh escaped the corner of his lips.

What was that guy’s name again? …Cen Xiu?

Perfect.

Jiang Xi had been about to speak when she suddenly heard that chilling laugh and froze in fear, thinking Bo Jingmo might be slipping back into his old state.

But when she turned to look, the man still had that same cold, aloof look—just with noticeably lower pressure in the air around him.

Who ticked off this big boss…

Jiang Xi quietly turned her head back and listened as Cen Xiu kept rambling on about how great Qing Li was. She finally cut him off.

“Cen Xiu, do you realize it’s past midnight now?”

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, then Cen Xiu’s nervous voice came through:

“So what you’re saying is… Qing Li’s dead?!”

“Because Yu Haoye took her Protective Amulet, right? That motherfer—f! Yu Haoye, you better pray I don’t find you!! You got my goddess killed!!”

His tone shifted from disbelief to full-on rage.

Jiang Xi: “……”

She really wanted to hang up.

This old player’s roleplay game was way too committed. Or maybe that Qing Li NPC had some kind of magic? How did she get Cen Xiu to trust her this much?

Then again… it did kind of make sense.

Back then, hadn’t she believed every word that woman said too?

Qing Li’s friendly behavior was too convincing. Every time she looked at you with those bright, smiling eyes, you just couldn’t doubt her.

That feeling… someone else had been like that before too, right?

A flash of a blonde woman with blue eyes crossed her mind.

The audience watching couldn’t help but roast Cen Xiu:

【No way, is Cen Xiu brainwashed by Qing Li or what?】

【Diehard fan confirmed～ In Cen Xiu’s mind, Qing Li gave up her life to save him. It’s easy to catch feelings like that.】

【Makes sense though. Cen Xiu only has support-type skills. Surviving is already hard enough.】

【Too bad that NPC wasn’t trying to save him at all. Everyone else is a villain, and our little Xiu Xiu’s budding crush is doomed.】

【Hahahahaha, Jiang Xi’s face probably screams “I’m done with this.”】

【Jiang Xi: Can’t carry him. Let’s just end the world.】

Jiang Xi closed her eyes and gave up:

“Cen Xiu, Qing Li is working with the ghosts.”

As expected, silence fell on the other end of the line.

After who knows how long, he finally stammered out, “N-No way, right? You guys must’ve gotten it wrong.”

Too bad for him—Jiang Xi’s voice was firm and clear: “No mistake. She’s with them.”

She glanced at the time, hesitated, then added, “Also… Yu Haoye might already be dead.”

Cen Xiu didn’t speak for a long while. When he finally did, his voice carried some hard-to-describe emotion. “So what are you guys planning to do now?”

Jiang Xi looked behind her at Hu Ling and was just about to answer when she felt a tap on her shoulder—then someone suddenly covered her mouth.

“Mm!?”

Her eyes widened in shock as she looked over at Hou Liang, who simply ended the call for her and motioned toward the fourth floor of the opposite teaching building.

She followed his gaze—and instantly froze. Her whole body stiffened as she dumbly stared at the opposite building, heart pounding like crazy.

There was someone moving down the hallway on the fourth floor of the teaching building across from them.

No—that wasn’t walking.

It was sliding.

Under the moonlight streaming into the dark hallway, the figure glided forward with a strange, parallel motion. He stood unnaturally straight, stiff and lifeless like a walking corpse. From a distance, he looked like a ghost drifting through the corridor.

Jiang Xi’s body trembled as a name slipped from her lips: “Yu Haoye…”

That was Yu Haoye.

Was he… not dead? Or was he dead already? Then why was he still moving?

Looking closer, something seemed to be sticking out of Yu Haoye’s back.

Jiang Xi squinted, trying to get a better look, but it was too dark. She could only make out the vague shape of something protruding.

A… knife?

Next to her, Hu Ling stared at the scene, her eyes full of unease. She rubbed her hands together in front of her and spoke softly, “He’s already dead.”

Everyone except Bo Jingmo turned to look at her.

Hou Liang asked in a low voice, “Dead? Then why is he still moving?”

Hu Ling’s gaze flickered and avoided theirs. She lowered her head and said in a quiet tone, “Because there’s a ghost inside his body.”

Every time someone was killed, Wu Bianming always made them move the corpse to a certain classroom. It was personally guarded by Wu Bianming—none of them had ever gone in, and he wouldn’t let them.

And… she had moved bodies there too.

Hu Ling quietly lowered her head, standing in front of Jiang Xi. She couldn’t help but feel like a wicked, heartless ghost—she could never go back to the carefree, cheerful version of herself she used to be.

After hearing Hu Ling’s explanation, Jiang Xi noticed her movements. Her gaze paused slightly before she gently placed her hand over that pale one. Her voice was soft:

“Hu Ling, none of what you’re doing now is your choice. Wu Bianming is the one forcing you. He’s the real monster here. As for the killings…”

She hadn’t even finished the sentence when Hu Ling suddenly looked up and shook her head frantically, her tone panicked: “No, Xixi, I’ve never killed anyone!”

Wu Bianming only made them scare people. Hardly anyone ever came here, and even then, it was only one person a day. So the task of killing never fell to ghost students like them.

Jiang Xi instinctively turned to look at Bo Jingmo.

So this time, Bo Jingmo didn’t…?

Hu Ling saw her reaction and leaned in close to whisper, “Bo Jingmo has killed someone… But Xixi, I’m telling you, he’s a good ghost. Even though he killed, it’s because he took on the killings himself—otherwise Wu Bianming would’ve made us do it. So Bo Jingmo’s always been trying to help us.”

Sacrificing his own ghostly virtue just to give the other students a shot at reincarnation—that was real selflessness.

Jiang Xi: “…?”

If it were any other ghost, she might’ve actually believed that explanation.

But she just couldn’t—her bias against Bo Jingmo in this instance was too deeply ingrained.

Without giving anything away, Jiang Xi smoothly changed the subject. She lowered her head and sent a quick message to Cen Xiu, giving him a rough update on the situation.

Then she looked back up and asked Hu Ling, “Can you take us to that classroom?”

She had a feeling—that might be where the photos were hidden.

Maybe even… where Qing Li was.

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At the thought, Jiang Xi glanced over at the man standing silently in the darkness.

He’d said he wanted to help them, but since their first meeting, he hadn’t offered a single useful clue.

Was it because he didn’t know?

Or… because he didn’t want to say?

Bo Jingmo…

Did he really want to kill Qing Li?