After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 61: I Will Never Forget You

Wu Bianming was in a full-blown frenzy now. His twisted features dissolved into black mist, and his limbs began to disintegrate into the same dark fog. The overwhelming killing intent radiating from him was enough to make anyone shudder.

He glared at Bo Jingmo, who stood in his way, clutching the photo with a terrifying, shadowed expression. His voice was ice-cold.

“Bo Jingmo, you can’t beat me. I’ll kill you first, then I’ll go kill Qing Li.”

A stream of black mist released from his hand—and instantly, it began devouring the photo, just like Yu Li had burned hers moments before.

Bo Jingmo let out a muffled grunt, staggering as he grabbed the nearby desk for support.

Agonizing pain wrapped around his entire body like a vice. It felt as if countless needles were stabbing into his skin. The heart that should’ve long stopped beating now throbbed with unbearable spasms, like it would explode at any second.

His brows drew together tightly as he bent over, curling up in pain. He looked like he was being consumed by unbearable torment.

Wu Bianming grinned with satisfaction at the sight. “Bo Jingmo, I told you—”

But the very next second, his smile froze.

The man who had just been hanging his head low suddenly opened his eyes—and at that moment, a boom of black mist exploded from his body.

He lifted his head, a frenzy brewing in his eyes, as if his soul had been overtaken by some unnameable force.

A red haze spread across his vision, laced with a disturbing madness. His aura turned deadly. Black mist whipped wildly behind him like the tendrils of a demon.

Was this Bo Jingmo?

He looked like him… and yet, didn’t.

Wu Bianming’s face darkened, full of unease. He instinctively took a step back.

But when those blood-red eyes landed on him, his body suddenly froze—unable to move, as if bound by something unseen.

The man glanced at Wu Bianming with a lazy flick of his crimson gaze, then chuckled lowly:

“Now I can kill you…”

He had been given permission.

Wu Bianming hadn’t even figured out what was happening when the thick black mist wrapped around him. This fog was far more brutal and dangerous than his own.

Scowling, he tried to counter it with his power—but the moment he extended a bit of black mist, his expression stiffened with disbelief.

Bo Jingmo’s black mist… was devouring his?!

In disbelief, Wu Bianming summoned more, launching a full assault on the barrier—

But it was all absorbed instantly. The black mist even began slithering up his energy trails, greedily and mercilessly feeding on his strength.

What kind of monster was this!?

Horror filled his eyes as he stared in shock.

This was cannibalizing your own kind!!

But how?! He had destroyed Bo Jingmo’s photo—how could he still be this powerful?!

Jiang Xi and Hou Liang, clutching their wounds, watched in stunned silence. They even forgot their pain.

Bo Jingmo… what was happening to him?

It was like he’d lost all reason. His eyes were blood-red, like a demon crawling from the depths of hell, burning with an unquenchable thirst for blood.

Not even in previous dungeons had they seen Bo Jingmo like this.

While they were still stunned, a familiar laugh suddenly rang out beside them.

“Pretty spectacular, huh?”

They turned. The woman who had been standing by the window was now somehow beside them.

Jiang Xi and Hou Liang instantly tensed, but Yu Li just stood there with arms crossed, watching the ghostly brawl at the classroom door with amusement.

She glanced at their guarded faces, then let out a laugh:

“Jiang Xi, I’m actually kinda jealous of you guys.”

Jealous?

Jiang Xi was stunned.

Yu Li propped her chin in her palm and smiled with curved eyes.

“To be loved, to have someone by your side—that’s pretty great, isn’t it?”

She looked out the window, the smile in her eyes slowly fading.

And then she spoke softly, “Honestly… I’m a bit jealous of Hu Ling too.”

To have such a good friend come save her, even after death.

But she—she had killed so many. And in the end, she was still alone.

What was the point…?

Her voice was so soft, Jiang Xi didn’t quite catch it. But before she could ask, the sound of Bo Jingmo and Wu Bianming’s battle pulled her attention back.

Thick black mist coiled tighter and tighter around Wu Bianming’s figure, overwhelming him with a force that could not be resisted. It consumed the black aura from his body relentlessly, darkening into an ink-like density.

Red light flashed in Bo Jingmo’s eyes as a cruel smile tugged at his lips. He lowered his lashes and slowly curled his fingers—tightening the mist.

“Ahhh—!” Wu Bianming screamed, his pupils trembling as he let out a gut-wrenching howl that echoed through the pitch-black corridor.

His limbs thrashed, but he was tightly bound—no escape.

The black mist continued to pierce through his body, devouring his soul and ghostly aura. Pain bent his body into a shuddering arc.

“No… Bo Jingmo!! Stop!!” Wu Bianming stretched his neck, his face twisted in agony as he roared hoarsely, “That woman! She won’t let you go!! Work with me! Work with me and I’ll help you kill her!!”

But when he saw the madness in Bo Jingmo’s eyes—he froze, and then burst out laughing.

In the midst of pain, he laughed wildly, the sound laced with insanity and vengeance.

“Hahahahahaha! Bo Jingmo! You’re using up your afterlife years! You’re just like me… just like me!! So what if you kill me? You’ll still die!!”

His head tilted back in crazed laughter as his body began to disintegrate—starting at the feet and spreading upward, piece by piece.

In his final moment, Wu Bianming’s voice rang with unfiltered spite and glee:

“Bo Jingmo, I’ll be waiting for you in hell!!”

With a boom, his body exploded into countless specks of black smoke. His voice faded with the night wind, vanishing into the air.

The instant Wu Bianming disappeared, Bo Jingmo’s body could no longer hold out. He collapsed to his knees with a thud.

The black mist faded. His head drooped weakly, and loose strands of hair fell over his eyes. The exposed lower half of his face was deathly pale—almost translucent. A fragile yet dangerous air clung to the young man’s frame.

Hou Liang cried out, “Bo Jingmo!!”

But then his pupils shrank as he saw a graceful figure approaching Bo Jingmo.

Footsteps echoed softly. Then a warm palm gently settled on Bo Jingmo’s head, firm yet subtly possessive.

Still, Bo Jingmo didn’t move.

Yu Li looked down at the boy’s frail, unresisting figure and slowly curved her eyes into a smile.

She spoke gently,

“Bo Jingmo…”

Her pale fingertips slid downward. She lazily lifted his chin, her gaze falling on his delicate, aloof features, and let out a soft laugh:

“You’re going to die, too. That means I win.”

A shadowed emotion lingered in Bo Jingmo’s eyes. He lowered them, his voice hoarse, carrying a strange, unreadable feeling.

“Qing Li… if I die… will you let them go?”

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If this was the ending Lili wanted—

Then he would give it to her.

But to everyone’s surprise, Qing Li opened her mouth and said, word by word, with mocking clarity: “No.”

Meeting Bo Jingmo’s stunned gaze, she crouched down, holding that all-too-familiar small knife in her pale hand.

And then, something no one could have expected happened—she placed the knife in Bo Jingmo’s hand, then turned the blade toward herself.

The blade flashed coldly under the night sky, but her palm remained warm and soft.

She tilted her head slightly, eyes curving into a smile.

“Bo Jingmo, I can’t get out either.”

“Did you hear it? The sirens outside just started.”

As soon as she said that, Jiang Xi and Hou Liang finally heard the sound of police sirens wailing in the distance. Their expressions shifted.

Who called the cops!??

Who the h*ll reports a crime in a horror film?!

Yu Li turned her head toward them, eyes filled with delighted joy. She let out a laugh:

“I told you—I wasn’t going to let you off easy.”

“Jiang Xi, you can take responsibility for my death.”

She ignored their shocked expressions and slowly turned her eyes back to Bo Jingmo:

“Bo Jingmo… do you know? All these years, I’ve never forgotten killing you. It’s been torture. Every day I’ve had to live in fear that you’d come back for revenge.”

Her tone was troubled, like a soft, spoiled complaint.

But then, her expression suddenly changed—she smiled sweetly again and said lightly:

“So… since we’re both going to die, I don’t want you to go without a burden. Aren’t you supposed to be the kind one…”

She gripped his wrist and gently guided his hand, pressing the blade to her own chest.

Facing death, her voice carried a never-before-seen anticipation and excitement.

“Then I want you… to kill me yourself, Bo Jingmo. Even in hell, I want you to remember me, just like I can never forget you.”

“Hate me, resent me—it doesn’t matter. You’ll never be rid of me.”

Not in life.

Not in death.

But forever.

A word that lasts longer than life itself.

Bo Jingmo stared blankly at the knife in his hand, then looked up into Yu Li’s soft, smiling eyes.

He was silent for a few seconds. Then a low, unreadable chuckle escaped from his throat, his eyes flickering darkly.

Lili…

You’re doing this to me again…

“Okay,” he whispered.

And with that, he drove the blade into her chest, mercilessly. It all happened in an instant.

Qing Li had used this knife to stab every person present.

But in the end, the blade pierced her own heart.

“Mm…” Yu Li let out a muffled sound, eyes closed, her body instinctively falling forward—only to be caught steadily by the man in front of her.

He let go of the knife and wrapped his arms around her waist. His chin rested on her shoulder, his lowered lashes hiding the emotion in his eyes.

In a low, hoarse voice filled with tangled, indescribable feeling, he said:

“Qing Li, I will never forget you.”

With the last of her strength, Yu Li lifted a hand and touched his face.

It was both Qing Li’s taunt and mockery—

And Yu Li’s praise and comfort to her little boyfriend.

She tilted her head and smiled faintly, whispering softly into Bo Jingmo’s ear:

“Double the reward. I’ll give it to you next time.”

And with that, her hand slowly dropped to the ground. Her eyes closed for the last time, and her heartbeat stopped completely in that moment.

A leaf slipped from her pocket, drifting gently to the floor.

No one knew when blood had stained the soft green leaf. Bright red liquid slowly spread along the veins, until it covered the entire surface.

The tender heart-shaped leaf now looked like a real, beating heart.

Leaves eventually wither.

But blood doesn’t.

Its crimson stain would remain forever, like a love too fierce to fade—resilient through every world and every space.

【Life signs of NPC detected as gone. Retrieving host’s soul now.】