After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 40: Help Me

The next day, Yu Li received a call from Jiang Xi.

The other party invited her out for coffee. At the time, Yu Li was standing in front of the mirror, examining the marks on her collarbone.

As for the culprit—he had vanished early in the morning, without a trace.

Given the legend of the murders occurring at Holy Wings High School every midnight, Yu Li figured that ghosts probably couldn’t appear during the day.

Fine. She’d settle accounts with a certain ghost tonight.

She got dressed and walked into the living room, only to find that a photo had somehow fallen to the floor.

Yu Li picked it up absentmindedly and put it back into her album. Grabbing her bag, she prepared to leave.

But just as she opened the door—

The album suddenly fell off the table again.

This time, it landed open, right on the page containing Bo Jingmo’s photo.

"……"

Raising an eyebrow, Yu Li paused for a few seconds at the doorway before turning back. She stood over the album, staring at the photo.

"Coincidence?"

She picked it up and placed it back on the table.

After a moment of thought, she tapped her fingers against the surface and suddenly spoke.

"If you want to come with me, drop it again."

The words had barely left her lips when—

Whoosh.

The album flipped off the table once more.

The windows were sealed shut.

There was no way the wind could have done that.

Yu Li let out a soft chuckle.

She took out the photo again, sliding it into the inner pocket of her bag.

"Alright, I got it."

—

The system had just emerged for the first time since last night—only to witness this eerie scene.

It hadn’t gotten a clear look at who was in the photo.

But still, it was so stunned that it blurted out—

"Big Sis, can you control photo albums now?!"

The filming schedule was so tightly packed that it rarely had a chance to show up. Last night, Yu Li hadn’t even allowed it to come out. It had finally managed to sneak in a breath of fresh air—only to be met with this?

Hearing its shock, Yu Li laughed.

"That wasn’t me."

She patted the system’s little head. "It was Bo Jingmo."

"Huh?" The system was baffled.

Hadn’t Bo Jingmo and Yu Li barely interacted last night?

How did one night pass and suddenly, they were entangled again?

A memory suddenly surfaced—Bo Jingmo sneaking into her villa in the previous instance.

The system fell silent.

It had underestimated Yu Li.

The livestream chat had been right all along.

Bo Jingmo really was…

He was…

Oh no.

It forgot the exact term!

Something about a dog.

Glancing at the marks on Yu Li’s neck, the system nodded in firm agreement.

Doesn’t matter what kind of dog. He’s a dog.

—

Yu Li assumed the system wanted to show her chat comments, but she didn’t have time for that now.

So she gently stroked its head, smiling warmly. "I’m busy right now. Be good, I’ll check later."

The system was instantly appeased. It completely forgot about the comments.

"Okay, Big Sis!! I’ll wait for you!"

What it didn’t know was—

Once Bo Jingmo appeared, Yu Li’s personal time would cease to exist.

—

At the arranged time, Yu Li arrived at the café.

After speaking with the staff, she was led to a secluded corner.

Jiang Xi had clearly been waiting for a while—her coffee was already half-finished. Another cup sat across from her, still steaming, obviously meant for Yu Li.

When she saw Yu Li, she smiled and stood up in greeting.

"I happened to have business here, so I figured I’d wait for you. That coffee is a new release—still hot."

Yu Li raised an eyebrow and replied, "Thanks."

She picked up the cup, took a sip, then set it down again.

"Miss Jiang, what did you want to talk about?"

Jiang Xi hesitated for a moment, her fingers fidgeting anxiously against the tabletop.

"Well… Miss Qing Li, you mentioned that you went to Holy Wings High School to find Bo Jingmo, and I was a little curious… so, uh…"

She struggled to finish her sentence, her expression troubled.

Yu Li chuckled, her tone light.

"Miss Jiang, if you keep hesitating like this, my coffee is going to get cold before you finish. And then I’ll have to ask you to buy me another one."

Her teasing tone dissipated some of Jiang Xi’s nerves. The woman let out an embarrassed laugh.

"Of course, of course! You can order whatever you want."

Yet, deep inside, Jiang Xi was thinking about what she had discovered last night.

Could someone like Yu Li really have bullied Bo Jingmo back in high school?

Her gaze swept across the files on the table.

Suppressing the emotions in her eyes, she suddenly shifted the conversation—directly.

"Miss Qing, can you really summon spirits?"

Yu Li raised an eyebrow and stirred her coffee leisurely.

"I don’t recall ever saying I could summon spirits. Yesterday, I only said— I’ve looked into it a little.’"

Jiang Xi hesitated, then sighed, dropping all pretenses.

"Miss Qing Li, I won’t lie to you anymore."

At this point, she had no one left to turn to.

Cen Xiu was completely unreliable.

She clenched her coffee cup, her gaze lowered as she mumbled—

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"The reason I agreed to shoot the film with Cen Xiu…

…was never about curiosity over the school legend.

It was because of my friend."

"Hu Ling?"

Yu Li smiled and picked up where Jiang Xi had left off.

When Jiang Xi’s head snapped up in shock, Yu Li casually took another sip of her coffee and spoke slowly.

"It was easy to guess, Miss Jiang. You overreacted too much yesterday."

Jiang Xi was stunned.

She didn’t bother denying it. Instead, she let out a bitter laugh and began speaking.

"For the past few days, I’ve been having the same dream… over and over again."

She couldn’t remember when it started.

But every time, the dream followed the exact same sequence.

In the dream—

She was back at Holy Wings High School.

Just like before, she and Hu Ling attended classes together, walked home together.

But then—

The dream would shift.

Hu Ling’s suicide—hanging herself.

That scene would repeat endlessly.

And Jiang Xi could only stand there, watching like an outsider, unable to stop it.

In the silent, empty dormitory, the girl hung in midair, her face flushed red from asphyxiation. Her body jerked and twisted, struggling desperately. A strangled, suffocating whimper leaked from her lips as her breath faded.

Minutes passed.

Her heartbeat ceased.

Her life ended.

And yet—throughout it all, she had been calling Jiang Xi’s name.

At first, Jiang Xi hadn’t understood.

But as the dreams repeated, she finally recognized what Hu Ling was saying.

She was saying—

"Jiang Xi, save me."

And the moment Jiang Xi realized this—

The dream changed again.

She saw—

Hu Ling after death.

Still wearing the Holy Wings High School uniform.

A deep ligature mark encircled her throat.

Her bulging, lifeless eyes stared blankly ahead.

And standing before her—

A shadowy figure, their face obscured.

Back turned to Jiang Xi.

A ruler in hand.

Before Jiang Xi could react, she saw the figure suddenly raise the ruler and strike Hu Ling.

As if that wasn’t enough, he reached out and wrapped his hand around her throat, his grip so tight that the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Hu Ling’s pupils rolled upward, her expression filled with fear and despair. She choked out a trembling plea—

"Teacher, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again…!"

Jiang Xi stood frozen, her body reacting on instinct as she took a step forward.

At that moment, Hu Ling seemed to sense her presence.

Her pained expression suddenly stilled, and then—

She screamed.

"Jiang Xi!! Save me!! I don’t want to stay here!!"

Jiang Xi tried to run toward her.

But no matter how far she ran, the distance between them never changed.

Sometimes, she would get close enough to almost touch them, close enough to finally see who the figure was—

But before she could—she would always wake up.

She remembered everything from the dreams.

Once or twice could be dismissed as coincidence.

But when it kept happening—Jiang Xi could no longer ignore it.

—

Desperate for answers, she had gone to Cen Xiu.

He claimed to have experience filming these kinds of paranormal projects, even saying that he knew some spirit-channeling techniques.

"If Hu Ling’s soul is still lingering," he had said, "then maybe I can help."

And so, everything that followed had happened.

—

But now—

Cen Xiu had been a fraud.

Jiang Xi’s nightmares hadn’t stopped.

If anything, they had only worsened.

The figure abusing Hu Ling had become more violent, his temper more erratic, his punishments more brutal.

Jiang Xi had watched it all, her heart pounding with terror each time.

With no other options left, she had come to Qing Li for help.

Even though her reputation on the forums was overwhelmingly negative, last night’s encounter had left Jiang Xi with an inexplicable sense of trust toward her.

The Qing Li described online and the Qing Li she had met felt like two completely different people.

Jiang Xi had always been the type to trust her first instinct.

That was why—when Cen Xiu had asked if she had discovered anything—she had chosen to hide the existence of that photo.

And now—

"So… I want to ask you for help."

—

By the time Jiang Xi finished speaking, tears were streaming down her face.

Her voice trembled as she lowered her head, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Large droplets of tears fell into her coffee cup.

She lifted her head, looking at Yu Li with tear-filled eyes, brimming with desperation.

"She was my best friend."

"I don’t want her to suffer even after death."

"Please, help me."