After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 45: How About We Work Together to Kill Bo Jingmo?

For Cen Xiu, this was already a major plot development.

The photos? He had no idea about them before.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Jiang Xi and Hou Liang. The two of them looked at Qing Li with hesitation, as if they wanted to say something but held back. In their hearts, they silently confirmed the truth of her words.

This NPC probably wasn’t lying.

Then again, NPCs were usually there to push the plot forward;they rarely deceived players.

After a brief moment of thought, Cen Xiu met Yu Haoye’s gaze. The two of them instantly reached an unspoken agreement.

There were too few opportunities to fight for screen time together—it was better to split up.

Thinking of this, a smooth, calculating smile appeared on his face.

“How about this—we split up to search? That way, we can move faster. Then, we meet back at twelve. The ghosts only show up at midnight anyway, so it should be safe until then.”

Jiang Xi: “......”

Who was the one just now clinging desperately to follow them?

Cen Xiu and Yu Haoye’s intentions were too obvious, making Jiang Xi glance at them a few more times.

She always thought that in instances like these, they just needed to go through the storyline, stick to their character settings, and survive.

But the way these two veteran players were acting made her start to suspect there was something else hidden in this mission.

Could there be some kind of secret task?

Lost in thought, she didn’t respond to Cen Xiu right away. Instead, Yu Li raised an eyebrow and said, “Alright, let’s split up and search.”

By the time Jiang Xi came back to her senses, Cen Xiu and Yu Haoye were already gone.

“They left?” She glanced at the hallway outside.

“Mm.”

Yu Li pointed at the nearby teaching building. “I sent them to search elsewhere.”

Hou Liang frowned from behind. “Are we sure it’s okay to tell them this?”

Yu Li walked forward with her flashlight, lazily replying, “It’s fine. Besides, I didn’t lie to them. We do need to find the photos.”

Hearing this, Jiang Xi quickly caught up. “So the photos really exist? I just checked the desks and didn’t find anything.”

They weren’t that easy to find.

A ghost with strong control tendencies wouldn’t leave such things lying around—they’d definitely keep them close.

As for Bo Jingmo...

That guy was an exception.

Yu Li already knew the ghost’s identity, but she couldn’t just tell Jiang Xi and the others outright. She could only brush it off. “Let’s just look around for now.”

Her flashlight paused over a nameplate on an office door. She narrowed her eyes slightly, then suddenly turned her head to look at the main characters behind her.

With a smile, she said, “Why don’t we split up too?”

Jiang Xi: ?

Huh? You’re leaving too?

From the start, Yu Li had no intention of sticking with the main group. She was just thinking about an excuse to slip away.

Cen Xiu’s arrival was a lucky break.

She left the teaching building to Jiang Xi and the others, using the excuse of checking the adjacent building for photos. In reality, she headed alone to the rooftop.

The rusted iron door creaked open with an ear-piercing screech.

Yu Li stepped over the threshold and onto the rooftop.

The beam of her flashlight swept across the area, revealing a chaotic mess. The place had once been enclosed by railings, but now they were all dismantled and scattered on the ground. A hole had been punched through the wire mesh.

From here, she could see the neon lights of the city in the distance. The lively, bustling world over there and the eerie desolation here felt like two completely separate realities.

Yu Li switched off her flashlight, shoving her hands into her pockets as she stood at the edge of the rooftop, gazing downward with lowered lashes.

Last night, that black silhouette had been standing here when it threw Ke Yulong off.

In the darkness, a woman stood on the dangerous edge of a six-story building, as if she might fall at any moment. The night breeze tousled the hem of her clothes, and her high ponytail whipped through the air. Her stance was relaxed and unrestrained.

Suddenly, a chill crept up from behind her, cold and sinister.

But her expression remained calm, indifferent.

A moment later, a figure silently appeared behind her.

It was a middle-aged man, wearing glasses. His eyes were small, deeply sunken in their sockets. He had a sharp, pointed chin, dark circles under his eyes, and lips so pale they looked bloodless. He appeared sickly and lifeless.

Yet at this moment, his gaze was filled with cold, vicious intent.

He slowly raised his hand, inching it toward Yu Li.

Just as he was about to touch the edge of her clothes, the woman tilted her head slightly.

Her eyes, nonchalant and relaxed, fell upon him. A familiar smile curved her lips.

Her tone was lighthearted, as if greeting an old friend—

“Mr. Wu, long time no see.”

Her gaze flicked down to the hand he had stretched toward her, and she let out a soft chuckle.

“It’s not even midnight yet. Why are you in such a hurry?”

Wu Bianming froze. His expression darkened.

Then, without hesitation, he lunged forward, attempting to shove her off the rooftop.

But just as his fingers brushed the edge of her clothes, his wrist was caught in a vice-like grip.

Yu Li’s pale, delicate fingers looked weak, yet Wu Bianming couldn’t move an inch. His expression shifted drastically.

Not only that—a sharp pain spread from his wrist, snaking through his body, until his limbs were wracked with a numbing, crawling agony.

“You—!”

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Wu Bianming’s pupils shrank. He had never encountered something like this before.

Meanwhile, the audience watching the livestream was even more stunned than he was.

【????? Wait, sis, did you just grab a ghost with your bare hands??】

【Holy sh*t... is she cheating? Can someone actually do that?】

【Look at that male ghost’s expression—he looks like he can’t even break free. Is this an act??】

【Qing Li can actually catch ghosts???】

【I’m speechless, guys.】

【Now looking back at Cen Xiu… wow, he suddenly seems so pathetic.】

【No wonder Qing Li always mocks Cen Xiu. Turns out she’s the real boss.】

【And she’s just a regular NPC? Even players can’t do this, right?】

【Actually, there is one player who can.】

【I know who you’re talking about… but that person hasn’t appeared in a long time. Heard they completely escaped the film set.】

【Ugh, my last time watching them was ages ago. Every time, it was such a thrill.】

【This NPC is really unexpected—her strength is insane.】

【No wonder she’s still alive. If she can catch ghosts with her bare hands, does that mean Bo Jingmo actually lost to her? Got counter-killed?】

【Maybe! Damn, let’s keep watching to find out.】

On the rooftop, the tension remained high.

Wu Bianming was already regretting his decision.

If he had known, he wouldn’t have taken on a physical form.

He thought killing a little girl would be easy—he didn’t even need to use his true powers.

But clearly, he had underestimated her.

Without giving him time to react, he gritted his teeth and tried to raise his other hand. But just as he moved, the woman’s fingers clamped around his throat.

A strange light flickered in Yu Li’s eyes, and her entire aura shifted drastically. The sharp intensity of her gaze exuded an overwhelming pressure.

Hidden in the darkness, no one noticed the thick, black substance creeping from beneath her feet. It spread outward, slowly inching across the rooftop as if it intended to swallow everything.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes curving into a smile. “Mr. Wu, I don’t really like your way of greeting people.”

Even though she wasn’t applying much force, simply holding his throat, Wu Bianming felt as if he was being suffocated by an immense weight.

His breathing grew ragged, his complexion even paler than before. His glasses slipped from the bridge of his nose and fell to the ground. Fine lines on his face scrunched together in pain, making him look utterly wretched.

Impossible.

This... this feeling...

For the first time, his face showed a trace of shock and fear. His hoarse voice trembled uncontrollably. “W-Wait... Qing Li...”

“Oh? So Mr. Wu does remember me.” Yu Li’s face was all smiles, but her eyes were ice-cold.

“In that case, why didn’t you come say hello last night? I thought you were standing here just to provoke me.”

She sounded doubtful, but the tightening grip on his throat made it clear—she hadn’t forgotten what happened yesterday.

When did this damn girl learn such things?

Or did she have someone backing her?

No wonder even Bo Jingmo couldn’t kill her.

Wu Bianming’s eyes darkened with resentment, but his face remained filled with terror. His voice was hoarse as he struggled to speak. “It was too dark last night... I didn’t see clearly... I wasn’t provoking you.”

As soon as he found an opening, he would definitely kill this wretched girl.

Yu Li let out a light scoff.

Time was tight—she had no intention of dragging this out. Otherwise, a certain male ghost might notice something was off and come whining to her about wanting to quit again.

She spoke lazily, “Mr. Wu, let’s skip the small talk. I came here today because I want to work with you. Otherwise, why would I be standing here? I don’t exactly have time to enjoy the breeze.”

“...Work together?” Wu Bianming froze, completely unable to imagine what a human and a ghost could possibly collaborate on.

“That’s right.”

Yu Li slowly loosened her grip, pulling out a tissue to casually wipe her palm. Her gaze flicked toward him, light and indifferent.

Her lips curled, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

“I want to work with you to kill Bo Jingmo. What do you think?”