After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain

Her airy words sent shockwaves through the group, especially Ji Xun, who repeated in disbelief, “Kill me? Kill me??!”

Guangran also pursed her lips and said, “Does Ji Xun really have to die?”

Yu Li clapped her hands, eyes curving into a smile: “If we don’t get rid of him first, and Old Wei finds a chance to make a move, everything we’ve done will be for nothing. My boyfriend and I don’t have time to protect him.”

Her gaze swept over the group, voice laced with ambiguity: “Of course, if any of you are willing to take responsibility for protecting Ji Xun, I can spare him.”

That one sentence pushed the players right back into the fire.

This responsibility… wasn’t something they could just claim.

If anything happened, no one could bear the consequences—especially not a bunch of newbies who’d only cleared a few instances.

Yi Xian was the first to speak. She sat in her chair, turning her head aside: “I can’t protect him.”

“Yi Xian!!” Ji Xun shouted in fury, “We were—”

Instance Rule: Players may not expose their identity in front of NPCs.

Ji Xun had already violated the rule, but at that moment, he couldn’t care less.

He was about to die! Who gave a d*mn about the score!

With Yi Xian’s stance clear, Yu Li’s eyes shifted to Guangran and Qi Mai.

These two were the “nicest” ones in the instance. Ji Xun seemed to realize that too.

His face turned pale as paper as he lowered his voice, begging: “Guangran, Qi Mai, I’m still useful, you can’t give up on me… I promise I’ll change, please, help me. Please…”

Qi Mai, already picked as the offering, couldn’t even guarantee his own survival, let alone worry about Ji Xun. He just silently looked at Guangran.

And Guangran…

She clenched her fists. Hair hung down on both sides of her cheeks, hiding everything but her tightly pressed lips.

After a long silence, she finally said two words: “I’m sorry…”

She didn’t have the strength to bear the weight of multiple lives.

In an instant, Ji Xun’s heart hit rock bottom. His face turned deathly pale, eyes full of despair, his whole being seemed to lose all vitality.

Yu Li rested her chin on her hand, admiring the hopelessness on his face. Her mood lifted as she squinted her eyes, lips curling upward.

She looked at Bo Jingmo, voice gentle: “Jingmo, escort them out first. Since they can’t bring themselves to kill Ji Xun, I guess we’ll reluctantly help them.”

Listen to that—like it wasn’t her who brought up killing Ji Xun in the first place.

Now she even sounded like she was kindly easing their guilt.

The man moved, instantly appearing at the doorway. He opened the door and looked at the others, speaking flatly: “You go out first. And bring Wei Caifan over while you’re at it. Let him see us kill Ji Xun with his own eyes.”

The three silently walked toward the door. Qi Mai was last, his gaze lingering on Bo Jingmo.

He hesitated for a moment before finally whispering, “Bo Jingmo… do you still remember me?”

It was the same question Guangran had asked. They both wanted to know if there was still any human awareness left in Bo Jingmo.

Or had he… really become just like an NPC?

Bo Jingmo lifted his eyelids, red light glowing in his eyes as he looked over, cold and distant.

He slowly closed the door. His voice remained indifferent:

“No.”

Qi Mai’s eyes dimmed.

Then suddenly, something seemed to click in his mind. His expression blanked out, and he murmured, “So that’s what that meant?”

He remembered.

He remembered why Bo Jingmo refused to join them.

—“I can’t cooperate with you, because after I became a ghost in the game, I completely lost my self-awareness.”

Back then, both Cen Xiu and he hadn’t understood what that meant. But now, he thought he finally got it.

Bo Jingmo wouldn’t die after being killed—he’d turn into a ghost. But the price was losing all self-awareness.

So now he didn’t recognize them anymore. He only recognized the female ghost?

Qi Mai lowered his head in a daze. Guangran stepped up beside him and softly called out: “Qi-ge.”

The man turned his head slowly, still blank. His sharp features now looked defeated, lips moving slightly: “Guangran… Bo Jingmo will never work with us.”

That man was a wild card. Doomed to never be part of any team.

But the strange thing was—if he lost his self-awareness, then how come Bo Jingmo remembered to help that ghost woman from start to finish…

【Bo Jingmo says he doesn’t remember them… so he really did lose his self-awareness.】

【Isn’t that how he’s always been? Becomes a ghost, loses his mind, all he does is kill.】

【But he hasn’t snapped lately, has he? Wait… ever since he started that CP thing, he hasn’t gone nuts once!】

【Bro, you spotted it—Bo Jingmo’s a simp. It’s confirmed.】

【Wife above all. And let’s not forget… his wife is crazy too.】

【Every instance NPC seems insane. Wtf is this madman-attracts-madman phenomenon??】

【D*mn it, now that you say it, I totally see it. Alright alright, the psycho couple’s in there murdering someone—I wanna see what’s going on in that room!】

【Me too! Ssssss~】

With a click, the door locked. Yu Li stood by the bed and looked over, raising an eyebrow as she asked Bo Jingmo, “You’re not planning to tell them you still have your memories?”

The man walked over and took her hand, tucking her hair behind her ear. Then he leaned in, tilted his head, and kissed her cheek, voice tender: “They’re too much trouble. And if you want to kill them later, I can just help you myself.”

Yu Li let out a low laugh, stroked his face, and praised him like giving a reward: “Good job.”

Ji Xun stared at them, eyes wide in shock. His voice suddenly rose in fury: “If you’re going to kill them anyway, then why kill me first?!”

Yu Li shot him a sidelong glance, her bright eyes turning cold, lips curving faintly: “Why kill you first?”

The woman walked over step by step. She sat in a chair, fingers curling with wisps of black mist.

Reflected in the man’s pupils, the stunningly beautiful woman gave a slight smile. Her red lips parted, and she spoke with a dangerous, smiling tone.

“Ji Xun, eavesdropping isn’t a good habit.”

She raised her hand, and the black mist instantly clamped over Ji Xun’s ears.

The world seemed to fall silent. All external sound vanished. The sound of his own heartbeat grew deafening.

Only the woman’s soft laugh became clearer and clearer in his ears.

“Didn’t you say Li Li and the others died because they saw me? Ji Xun, I’ll fulfill your belief now.”

As she finished speaking, the black mist burrowed into his ears, like thorny vines piercing flesh. His eardrums ruptured instantly, blood flowing from his ears.

Ji Xun’s pupils tore open. He screamed in agony: “Ahhh—!!!”

He struggled, trying to grab the black mist at his ears. But someone yanked his hair back violently—he looked up and was met with a pair of indifferent red eyes.

—It was Bo Jingmo.

He was actually helping the ghost kill a teammate.

The man’s gaze was ice cold, like a beast lying in wait. His handsome face was blank, but the pressure was overwhelming.

A detached voice entered his ear, “Don’t move.”

An overwhelming fear surged in. Ji Xun’s lips trembled, unable to form words. From his only functioning eye, tears of desperation streamed down.

No… he didn’t want to die like this…

The black mist crept through his ear canal into his nerves, slowly stripping away his hearing. A piercing ringing filled his ears.

And then—

Silence.

Ji Xun’s eyes froze. His face turned completely ashen with despair…

He couldn’t hear a thing.

At the same time, a flurry of chaotic footsteps echoed outside the room.