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

Hu Li almost laughed when she heard those words.

Make Young Master kill her?

Impossible! She was his most loyal servant!

She was about to sneer when she saw Bo Jingmo’s deep, unreadable gaze fixed on her, as if he were contemplating where to strike first.

The laughter died in her throat.

Her expression shifted to one of disbelief, her voice trembling with uncertainty. “Young Master, are you really going to lay hands on me?”

In response, a surge of black mist rose behind Bo Jingmo, thick with murderous intent, and lunged at her in an instant.

Hu Li’s pupils shrank. She dodged just in time, her gaze turning dark as she glared at the golden-haired woman, who stood as if she had nothing to do with any of this.

In her eyes, everything was Filia’s fault. If not for that woman manipulating Young Master’s amnesia, how could he have ever turned against her?

Even if she had to pay the price, Filia must die!

Her mind made up, her eyes locked onto the woman standing in the clearing. Without a sound, strands of her long hair slipped into the lake, undetected by anyone—including Bo Jingmo himself.

Bo Jingmo had previously given part of his power to Da Dong. Though not as strong as before, he still held the advantage over Hu Li.

Hu Li was forced back step by step, struggling to even maintain control over Jodie’s body. She fell to her knees, too weak to stand.

The system’s voice was confused. “Logically speaking, all the villains are dead. Why isn’t it over yet?”

Yu Li rubbed the spot where she had been stabbed. It hadn’t hurt, but the hollow sensation remained. Hearing the system’s question, she chuckled. “Who told you Bo Jingmo was dead?”

The system was shocked. “Huh? He’s not?”

Not only was he alive—he was about to regain his memories.

Yu Li lowered her gaze to the glowing screen before her, the corners of her lips curving. “Be patient. He still has to die properly.”

Otherwise, everything she had planned would be meaningless.

Not only could she see the plot unfold from here, but she could also see the audience’s reactions in the chat. As expected, their confusion mirrored the system’s.

【Wait, what? It’s not over? I was just about to leave my rating.】

【Bo Jingmo isn’t dead? Why isn’t this the final scene?】

【Wuwuwu, but my gorgeous queen is actually dead. The villain’s gone, and somehow, I still feel a little sad.】

【Ugh, I don’t know how to feel. The people who deserved to die are dead, but so are the ones who didn’t. I get that horror movies need a body count, but something about this feels… off.】

【So Bo Jingmo was just used by an NPC the entire time? That’s rare.】

【But does Bo Jingmo actually like the neighbor or not?! Ahhhh!!】

While the audience argued, inside the story, Cecil also believed it was all over.

He let out a relieved sigh, reaching out to help Hou Liang stand.

But then, the porcelain bottle in his hand trembled slightly.

His expression instantly tensed.

A low, eerie laugh echoed beside his ear. “Did you really think… you could kill our Young Master so easily?”

The ghostly woman who should have been dead slowly lifted her head.

Her soul had already begun to dissolve into black smoke, yet her eyes remained filled with manic glee.

She spoke, enunciating each word clearly.

“With my soul and Da Dong’s, I will help our master awaken.”

“Young Master, this time, you will not refuse.”

The two wisps of black smoke shot into the sky before abruptly diving straight into the porcelain bottle.

Cecil instinctively let go.

The bottle hit the ground—but instead of shattering, its lid popped open.

Instantly, thick, suffocating black mist poured out in an unending stream.

Cecil’s eyes widened in horror.

No way. AGAIN?!

He opened his mouth, about to start chanting, but an overwhelming force instantly silenced him.

Not a single word could escape his throat.

The black mist coiled in the night air, condensing into a swirling mass.

Gradually, a man’s figure emerged from the darkness.

His expression was indifferent, unchanged from when he had died.

The only difference—

The wild, irrational bloodlust that had consumed his eyes before was gone. His pitch-black pupils merely swept over Cecil in a detached, unreadable gaze.

But Cecil didn’t notice.

He stood frozen in shock, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

The sheer pressure of the ghost’s power had multiplied. It wasn’t just a little stronger than before—he was in an entirely different league now.

Cecil instantly realized—

This time, there was no way he was getting out alive.

Bo Jingmo gazed down at her, his pitch-black eyes devoid of emotion, absent even the slightest trace of rationality. He raised a hand, ready to deliver the final blow.

Just as he was about to strike, Hu Li suddenly curled her lips into a twisted smile.

“Young Master, once you wake up, you won’t blame me.”

Her voice was warped with madness and obsession.

Da Dong was a simple fool—he blindly followed Young Master’s orders, so he would always be just a servant. But she was different. She had been personally chosen to manage the Ye household.

She always made the right choice.

Bo Jingmo’s expression froze. Realizing what she meant, he suddenly whipped his head toward Yu Li.

A flicker of panic flashed through his dark eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was filled with unrestrained rage.

“Stop!!”

The black mist burst forward, tearing through Hu Li’s body and shattering her soul. Pain coursed through her, but she only laughed softly.

“Young Master, this is all for you. That woman has already betrayed you.”

At that moment, the strands of hair submerged in the lake slithered up unnoticed, transforming into a razor-sharp spike that shot toward Yu Li’s heart at an alarming speed.

The golden-haired woman simply stood there, watching the black spike rush toward her. Her expression remained calm, motionless, as if she hadn’t even registered the attack.

She lifted her gaze and glanced at Bo Jingmo, her eyes light and unreadable.

Then, just as the spike was about to pierce her—

A shadow suddenly stepped in front of her.

Yu Li’s eyes flickered, the corners of her lips curving ever so slightly.

The spike pierced straight through the man’s palm. His flesh dissolved instantly, turning into a thick, acrid black mist—like flesh being melted by concentrated acid.

But Bo Jingmo didn’t even flinch. Instead, he immediately grabbed Yu Li’s wrist with his uninjured hand, carefully checking for any wounds.

Only when he confirmed that she was unharmed did his tightly furrowed brows finally ease.

But before he could say anything, the woman suddenly embraced him.

He stiffened, lips parting as if to speak.

The next second, a scorching pain erupted from his back.

Bo Jingmo’s pupils contracted violently. He bent forward in pain, a deep groan escaping his throat.

A yellow talisman was pressed against his back, pinched between the woman’s delicate fingers. She smiled, lifting her hand and casually sticking it onto him. The searing pain and piercing sensation made his entire body tremble.

He struggled to lift his head, his dark eyes clouded with pain, his expression unreadable.

Yet, in front of him, the golden-haired woman still wore that ever-present, gentle smile.

She lowered her gaze, her fingers lightly brushing against his sharp, refined features. Her eyes curved into a soft arc, her voice as warm and affectionate as ever.

“Darling, thank you for helping me get rid of my biggest threat.”

She leaned in and kissed the corner of his lips, her smile deepening.

“Now, you can go ahead and die.”

The moment she spoke, the burning sensation intensified.

Cecil had somehow managed to stand again. He was chanting lowly under his breath, holding the very same white porcelain bottle that Yu Li had given him.

Bo Jingmo stared at it, dazed.

She had given his weakness… to another man.

Just to kill him.

His entire body felt like it was being consumed by fire. The unbearable heat crawled up his limbs, scorching his soul. His yin energy evaporated rapidly, vanishing like water in a desert.

The surrounding black mist faded, his body turning translucent. His eyes began to bleed, his appearance growing eerier by the second. Every inch of him felt like it was being torn apart, and he let out a sharp, pained gasp, brows knitting tightly together.

And yet—

Even now, he still refused to let go of the woman in his arms.

“Filia…”

His black eyes carried a deep sorrow as he softly murmured her name. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his embrace desperate—just like before.

“Hug me, won’t you?”

Yu Li lowered her gaze and gently hugged him back.

“I’m here.”

But the next words that left the man’s lips sent shockwaves through everyone present.

“Then die with me.”

His voice was gentle—yet bone-chilling.

Cecil’s face paled. He instantly realized Bo Jingmo’s intent and shouted urgently, “Filia! Get away from him!”

But it was too late.

The moment the words left his lips, the last traces of black mist around Bo Jingmo surged violently, stabbing straight into the woman’s heart.

It was swift and clean—so fast that Yu Li barely even felt the pain.

Or perhaps…

He had numbed it for her.

Bo Jingmo’s soul was being torn apart, yet his expression remained full of tender affection. He lowered his gaze and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“I told you, it wouldn’t hurt.”

Blood trickled from Yu Li’s lips, her face growing deathly pale. Yet, through it all, she still smiled—a faint, almost delighted smile.

With the last of her strength, she reached up and wiped the blood from his face, her trembling fingers brushing over his eyes.

Her blue eyes gradually lost their focus, but her lips remained curved in gentle indulgence.

Softly, she whispered, “Goodbye.”

The farewell that had been left unsaid in the car accident…

At last, it was spoken here, in this twisted moment.

As her voice faded, the man’s form finally dissipated completely, turning into a wisp of black smoke that was drawn into the white porcelain bottle.

And the golden-haired woman closed her eyes, her body going limp as she collapsed to the ground.

【Vital signs of NPC detected as terminated. Retrieving host soul.】

【The film is not yet finished. Entering spectator mode.】

Yu Li’s eyes snapped open.

She found herself standing in an endless white space.

In front of her was a glowing screen, replaying everything she had just experienced.

A voice spoke beside her.

“Sis, this is the audience’s view. The film isn’t over yet. We can’t leave just yet.”