After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 281: The Last Time

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Yu Li finally sensed something amiss. She slowly turned her head, her gaze falling upon the burning pouch on the ground.

The woman lazily lifted her eyelids, her lips curling into an enigmatic smile. "Stealing?"

Yun Xialan trembled, having witnessed the other's ruthlessness firsthand, fear creeping into her heart.

But then it occurred to her—the pouch was almost completely burned, Bo Jingmo would soon perish, Yu Li's wrist was injured, and she herself remained unscathed.

Bolstered by this thought, Yun Xialan raised her voice defiantly. "What are you going to do about it?"

Yu Li didn't respond, instead turning to check on Bo Jingmo's condition.

With the pouch destroyed, Bo Jingmo's spirit suffered significant damage. He could no longer maintain a human form, his body dissolving into a hazy, shadowy mass. His featureless face tilted upward, as if looking in her direction.

Just as Yu Li moved to approach him, a guttural sound caught her attention. "Hah... hah..."

She turned her head and met Yu Wenlin's bloodshot eyes.

Hatred and malice twisted his expression into something grotesque.

Yu Li paused mid-step, then abruptly changed direction, walking toward Yu Wenlin instead.

Faced with the man's resentment and humiliation, her expression remained utterly calm as she slowly extended her hand.

A small, pitch-black figure suddenly materialized in her palm.

Yu Wenlin froze at the sight.

...What was this?

But then, the tiny figure spewed thick black smoke that billowed toward him like a tidal wave.

"Mmph!!!"

Yu Wenlin's eyes widened in alarm. His instincts screamed danger as he twisted his neck back, but it was too late. The highly corrosive gas instantly melted his facial features, sizzling sounds filling the air along with the stench of burning flesh. His face became a grotesque, bloody mess.

"AAAAARGH!!!!"

The man's throat tore open with agonized screams as he curled into a fetal position on the ground.

"Devour him," Yu Li commanded coldly.

The little figure nodded before leaping from her palm.

Witnessing this, the audience was stunned.

[What... is that thing?]

[A spirit? But since when can spirits spew black smoke? You've got to be kidding me.]

[So cute! I want one!]

[You had something this powerful all along and only brought it out now?]

[Maybe she was saving it as a trump card.]

[Could it be she was afraid the little shadow wouldn't stand a chance against Bo Jingmo, so she held back?]

[Huh?? What do you mean by that?]

[This woman... might be more complicated than we thought.]

As the shadow consumed Yu Wenlin, a camera memory card fell from his pocket. Yu Li glanced at it and crushed it underfoot without hesitation.

She then approached Bo Jingmo.

The man looked down at her and slowly extended his hand.

His faint voice carried on the breeze.

"Li... li."

Yu Li stared for a moment before placing her hand in his.

She gently embraced his fading form, closing her eyes as she whispered, "Bo Jingmo, I'm sorry. I can't let you live."

His hand cradled the back of her head, his deep voice sounding as though it came through a barrier, yet his tone remained tender, as if he'd expected this all along.

"I don't blame you. I'm happy to have met you."

Bo Jingmo had indeed remembered how he died—that the woman before him was his killer.

But what puzzled him more was that the "Yu Li" in his memories wasn't the same person as the woman standing before him.

Yet, he liked this Yu Li.

Even knowing how strange she was, he couldn't refuse any of her requests—killing, acting along, he complied with everything.

That day, Yu Li had told him she was his girlfriend, but never mentioned she was also his murderer.

So the moment his memories returned, Bo Jingmo knew he had only two choices: kill this Yu Li, or die himself.

The pouch—she had intentionally let Yun Xialan steal it.

Bo Jingmo knew everything, yet he simply lowered his head, nuzzling her cheek as he always did, his voice hopeful. "Will I see you again?"

Yu Li wrapped her arms around his waist, tilting her head up to press a kiss to his shadowy form. "We'll meet again."

The man seemed to relax at this, chuckling softly. "That's good."

He tenderly smoothed her hair. "I have to go now, Lili."

Yu Li remained silent for a long moment before finally whispering, "Bo Jingmo, this is the last time."

This departure was far calmer than any before.

Back in the haunted villa, she'd deceived her little boyfriend the same way. At the time, the amnesiac Bo Jingmo couldn't accept the outcome and had even tried to take her with him.

But now, he could smile and speak of their next meeting, as if some part of him had grown accustomed to this.

Yet Yu Li's emotions were inexplicably tangled.

Perhaps it was because Bo Jingmo had never lied to her, while she'd repeatedly coaxed her amnesiac boyfriend to his death in these instances.

Because she retained all her memories, she knew death wasn't the end—they would meet again.

But to the amnesiac Bo Jingmo, death was final, not some game over screen.

The man didn't understand what Yu Li meant by "the last time," but sensing her turmoil, though unable to speak, he reached out. His nearly transparent fingers brushed her forehead in silent comfort, a lover's wordless solace.

Feeling the cool shadow against her cheek, Yu Li leaned into the touch with a soft smile. freeweɓnøvel~com

"Goodbye, Bo Jingmo."

With those words, the shadow before her finally dissipated into the air.

Watching this unfold, the audience fell into a daze.

[The mood feels off. Yu Li seems to genuinely care for Bo Jingmo, and he clearly loves her too. So why did it come to this??]

[Exactly! And why did Bo Jingmo say "happy to have met you"? Weren't they dating? Didn't he regain his memories? Why phrase it like they just met??]

[...I have a wild theory. This Yu Li might not be the real Yu Li.]

[Huh?? What do you mean?]

[Meaning her soul might not be the original—someone else could be piloting her body.]

[No way?! That's insane!]

[Who knows? The Film Set System hasn't shown up yet, so we can't be sure.]

[After hearing this, I think you might be onto something. That shadow creature she summoned doesn't seem like something from this instance.]

Speculations about Yu Li's true identity ran rampant among the viewers.

Meanwhile, back in the instance, Yun Xialan had reached peak panic.

Her invisibility skill had timed out, leaving her defenseless.

Staring at Yu Wenlin's obliterated remains, her breathing grew erratic as she scrambled backward, eyes wide with terror.

This wasn't right. None of this was right!

Then Yu Li slowly turned to look at her.

To everyone's surprise, the woman merely offered a faint smile.

"Going to post that video?"

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