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

On the wooden bridge by the lake, Jodie lay unconscious on the ground. Da Dong glanced at her before lowering his gaze to the river, frowning as he spoke. “I’ve brought you the person. Hurry up and possess her.”

The dark lake remained still. After a few seconds, a woman’s face suddenly emerged from beneath the water. Her skin was pale and waterlogged, her pupils a ghostly white, and her long black hair floated on the surface like writhing snakes.

Her expression was sinister. Though her lips never moved, a sharp, displeased female voice echoed in the air.

“Da Dong, you’ve messed up.”

“I had my reasons.”

Da Dong frowned, his tone irritated. “Hu Li, stop talking nonsense. This is Young Master’s order. He told me to kill this family.”

He had disliked this Hu Li when he was alive. She was just a housekeeper, yet she always lectured him. Now that she was dead, she was just as annoying. If it weren’t for Young Master getting into trouble and that meddlesome priest being difficult, he wouldn’t have even bothered helping Hu Li with her resurrection.

“What about that foreign woman?” Hu Li, unable to leave the water, used her long hair to wrap around Jodie’s ankle, slowly dragging her toward the lake.

At the mention of this, Da Dong became even more irritable. His face twisted for a moment. “Didn’t I already tell you? Young Master lost his memory. Now, he’s in love with that foreign woman! He told me not to kill her.”

Hu Li let out a hoarse, ambiguous laugh, laced with chilling malice. “Falling in love with an enemy…”

“Then let’s help Young Master regain his memory.”

As she spoke, Jodie’s body sank into the water, and Hu Li’s pale face gradually disappeared as well.

Having finally completed a task to his satisfaction, Da Dong’s frustration eased a little. Though he disliked Hu Li, he had to admit—her ideas were usually better than his.

But before he could enjoy his success for long, footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.

“Joeci! Where did you take Jodie?!”

He turned around slowly, the corners of his lips curving into a sinister grin.

“You’re too late.”

At his words, Hou Liang’s eyes turned bloodshot in an instant. He lunged at Da Dong, roaring, “Give me back my daughter!!”

Cecil was a step too slow to react. All he could do was shout, “Don’t go near him!!”

Just as Hou Liang’s hands were about to grab Da Dong’s throat, his entire body suddenly froze, as if an invisible force had pinned him in place.

From Hou Liang’s perspective, the terrifying ghost in front of him kept shifting its appearance until it finally settled on a face he knew all too well—his daughter, Joeci.

Joeci’s face was streaked with fresh blood, her skin deathly pale and full of terror. She clung to Hou Liang’s arm, her voice trembling in fear. “Dad, help me!”

“Joeci!” Hou Liang’s voice was guttural, squeezed out through clenched teeth. “Dad will save you!”

But in the next second, Joeci’s expression suddenly changed. Her lips curled into a horrifying, maniacal grin.

“Hahaha… Save me.”

She tilted her head, her pupils darkening into pure black voids, her dead eyes brimming with malevolence. The voice that came from her mouth was no longer that of a young girl—it carried the hoarseness of a middle-aged man.

“But I’m already dead.”

Before Hou Liang could react, a long, sharp wooden stake suddenly shot toward his stomach.

Just as the tip pierced his skin, a firm hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him backward.

Interrupted again by the same person, Da Dong’s expression darkened instantly. His gaze locked onto the man before him. “Do you really think that little trick of yours can stop me?”

Cecil sneered. “If it’s useless, then why did you run out of the house?”

Wasting no more words, he immediately opened his scriptures and began chanting. At the same time, he flicked holy water toward Da Dong.

Da Dong’s pupils shrank. Realizing the danger, he tried to dodge, but his body refused to move.

The holy water sizzled upon contact, and his soul burned as if it were being scorched by flames. A spine-chilling scream erupted from him, stirring the surrounding trees and sending crows cawing frantically into the air.

“Hu Li!! Are you just going to watch me get destroyed?!”

Da Dong’s voice cracked with agony. His remaining strength could no longer sustain his body, revealing his true, grotesque form.

Hearing his words, Cecil frowned slightly but did not stop his chanting. Sweat beaded on his forehead—he was not as composed as he seemed.

The moment Da Dong’s words fell, a sudden splash erupted from the lake behind him. A woman’s head silently emerged from the water. Her pale, wet hair clung to her face, and her once-vibrant light-colored eyes were now dead and icy.

She placed a hand on the wooden bridge. Her fingers were ghostly white, her skin sickly pale, resembling the cadavers from a morgue.

Slowly, her entire face emerged.

The instant Cecil and Hou Liang saw her features, their faces drained of color.

It was Jodie’s face!

At this moment, Jodie had become a second Joeci.

The woman climbed out of the lake, standing on the bridge. Looking down at Da Dong’s miserable state, her soulless eyes remained completely indifferent. The corners of her lips curled slightly, void of any emotion.

She lifted a hand into the air, tilted her head back, and took a deep breath. Her expression was one of obsession, as if she had been deprived for far too long. She murmured, “Air… It’s been so long since I last smelled it.”

Cecil’s gaze was wary. He turned to chant at Hu Li, but she only glanced at him with disdain.

In the next second, Hu Li vanished from her spot and reappeared behind Cecil. Without hesitation, she kicked him hard, sending him crashing into a tree.

She then approached Da Dong, grabbing his hair with an icy gaze. “Da Dong, Da Dong… your soul is utterly useless. It’s better to use it to help Young Master regain his memory.”

A worthless servant’s soul—offering it to his master was an honor.

Da Dong’s entire body ached, but upon hearing her words, his eyes filled with longing. He murmured, “To help Young Master… it is my honor.”

“At least you understand.”

Hu Li, now strengthened by consuming Jodie’s soul, was far more powerful than Da Dong. Without hesitation, she pulled his soul out of the battered body.

In an instant, Joeci’s body collapsed lifelessly to the ground, like a discarded marionette.

“Who the hell are you people?!”

Hearing Cecil’s demand, Hu Li turned to glance at him. The soul in her grasp smelled so intoxicating that she was tempted to devour it herself. Just as she was about to speak, her expression suddenly changed. She knelt abruptly, her tone respectful.

“Young Master.”

Cecil’s eyes widened in shock. He followed her gaze.

The night was thick with darkness. From the unseen shadows, a woman slowly emerged.

“Oh my, how lively.”

The woman had golden hair and blue eyes, her refined features carrying a lazy smile. She stood with effortless elegance. Noticing Cecil’s gaze, she raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she flashed him a smirk.

“Mr. Cecil, are you alright?”

Cecil had no idea what was going on. Just as he was about to ask—

A dangerous aura behind Yu Li made his expression shift dramatically. His eyes widened as he shouted in alarm.

“Miss Filia! Watch out behind you!”

Yu Li turned her face slightly. A black mist had appeared behind her, wrapping around her. Slowly, she lifted a hand. Her pale fingers brushed against the darkness. A breeze caressed her cheek, stirring the strands of hair by her ear.

In that instant, the once-menacing ghostly aura became as soft as the evening wind.

Yu Li chuckled softly, eyes filled with amusement. She lazily looked over.

“Is this what you’re worried about?”

She stood in the darkness, seamlessly blending with the mist. Or rather, the two were inseparable—as if they had been one from the very beginning.

Cecil’s eyes filled with disbelief.

“How… this is impossible!”

He could feel that the black mist belonged to an incredibly powerful evil spirit, terrifying beyond measure. How could such a being willingly submit to a woman?

Yu Li raised an eyebrow. “What’s impossible about it?”

She stood in the night, golden hair flowing freely behind her. And within the dense black mist at her back, a tall figure slowly emerged.

A man’s pale yet strong arm possessively wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. He lowered his head in submission, his pale chin resting lightly on her shoulder. When his pitch-black eyes turned toward Cecil, they radiated an eerie, chilling hostility—like a beast guarding its food, making its claim known.

Yu Li naturally leaned into his hold. She narrowed her eyes, reaching up to gently stroke the man’s face—a gesture that seemed like a reward.

“Mr. Cecil, allow me to introduce you—this is my husband.”

As her words fell, the man beside her also turned his head. His dark lashes lowered as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of her face, his movements filled with an unmistakable tenderness and love, as if silently affirming her statement.

Hou Liang, who had been frozen in shock, finally couldn’t hold back. Clutching his wound, he furrowed his brows and asked in a strained voice, “Didn’t you say you didn’t have a partner?”

“Did I?” Yu Li blinked innocently, feigning deep thought before suddenly breaking into a bright smile. “Mr. Qiao, you’re thinking too small. If I have no destined partner and no suitable person to marry, then why not find a husband who’s already dead? Even if he’s a ghost, that doesn’t matter.”

As she spoke, she even let out a heartfelt sigh. “After all, we know everything about each other. That’s still better than a stranger.”

Faced with such absurd logic, at that very moment, a single thought flashed through both Hou Liang and Cecil’s minds.

This beautiful blonde woman—

—was a lunatic.