After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 87: She Won’t Let Her Little Boyfriend Clear This Instance So Easily
Old Wei narrowed his eyes at him, his expression displeased.
This Zhao Xu, he’s just too softhearted.
Even though he was only married to that Yu Banxue for a few days, even though that woman constantly cursed and hit him, smashed things at home, refused to cooperate—he never once complained.
If it weren’t for that final incident, Zhao Xu might’ve really spent his whole life with that woman.
He turned around and walked to the table where the divine statue was enshrined. Then he picked up a wooden box from the table: “But she hasn’t recovered her strength yet. She can’t hurt us. As long as we sacrifice the ones Chen Chang brought, I’ll be able to suppress her again, and the villagers won’t be in danger.”
Zhao Xu was silent for a moment before suddenly speaking: “Among the ones Chen Chang brought, I think there’s someone who could...”
“Bo Jingmo, right?”
Old Wei abruptly cut him off. He opened the wooden box, revealing a lock of a woman’s hair, a straw doll, and a half-burned talisman.
“Chen Chang told me. You want to take out that man first, don’t you?”
Zhao Xu lowered his eyes. “I just think he’s dangerous.”
“Dangerous? Heh.” Old Wei let out a vague laugh. He replaced the talisman with a fresh one, then finally turned to look at the man behind him, squinting as he spoke each word slowly: “Zhao Xu, do you really think he’s dangerous...”
“Or is it because Yu Banxue has taken a liking to him, and you’re jealous?”
The moment he said that, Zhao Xu’s body stiffened.
His head was lowered, expression unreadable, but his jaw was visibly clenched.
Old Wei had already heard from Chen Chang about what happened during the camping trip. He closed the box and walked over to Zhao Xu, his gaze full of disappointment.
“You suspect the one who entered Bo Jingmo’s tent was Yu Banxue, right?”
Hearing Old Wei easily call him out, Zhao Xu slowly clenched his fists, throat dry. After a long while, he finally said, “Yes, I’m jealous.”
Zhao Xu wasn’t stupid. He’d heard the conversation between Du Yanhan and Ji Xun, and he’d seen the marks on Bo Jingmo’s neck. Though he didn’t show it on his face, the fire of jealousy inside him had long been raging, almost breaking his hold on reason.
He was jealous that man had somehow won Banxue’s heart.
Whether in life or in death, Banxue would never choose him, even though he had treated her the best.
What was so great about that guy? Other than his face, he was a total flirt. How the h*ll did Banxue fall for someone like that?!
Hearing Zhao Xu admit it, Old Wei gritted his teeth. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly: “Alright, bring those people to me. I’ll help you kill Bo Jingmo first.”
Even if it wasn’t for Zhao Xu—just the fact that Bo Jingmo had caught Yu Banxue’s eye meant the man had powerful energy.
With yin-yang balance, he couldn’t let Yu Banxue regain her strength.
Zhao Xu looked up in surprise, but only saw Old Wei’s back. His weathered voice still carried its usual chill: “Zhao Xu, this is my last warning. If you want your father and sister to stay alive, then let go of Yu Banxue.”
Zhao Xu clenched his fists.
“I understand.”
【Holy sh*t, camera teacher, you really... well done!】
【OMG, so the one Bo Jingmo slept with last night was… a married woman?!】
【Bo Jingmo… oh man, you little punk, this... this is kinda exciting.】
【I don’t even know what to say, hehehe, after watching so many instances with all the fighting, this is the kinda drama I live for.】
【From a regular NPC to a ghost NPC, hehehehe.】
【I really want to know what this NPC looks like.】
【But honestly, what right does Zhao Xu have to be jealous? Probably forced Yu Banxue to be his wife too, huh? Even in death, he won’t let her go?】
【All that self-pity. If Yu Banxue actually picked him, now that would be a horror story.】
【And that old geezer is still suppressing Yu Banxue to stop her from getting revenge. What a creep. First time I’m rooting for the ghost in an instance.】
【So Yu Banxue is the boss of this instance? Does that mean the players have to help the old bastard?】
In most instances, ghosts are always the villains.
【Not necessarily. Don’t forget, the old bastard also wants to kill the players.】
【Oh no, caught between a tiger and a wolf, and the players have no idea. So tragic...】
【Can’t say for sure yet. Yu Banxue hasn’t even started killing. Maybe this instance is about the ghost and players working together.】
But no one had guessed that the “Yu Banxue” they were talking about was sitting on the rooftop, listening to Zhao Xu and Old Wei’s conversation while scrolling through the live chat.
Yu Li paused as she read the chat, lowering her eyes and casually sweeping her gaze over the courtyard. Her fingertip tapped the light screen.
No wonder she couldn’t use this soul body’s power properly—it was being suppressed.
The system had been cramming instance knowledge over the past few days and had pretty much figured out how this one worked. It chirped brightly:
“Sis, I think this instance is actually pretty easy. Just follow the players, keep giving them clues, let them discover your connection to the village, then they’ll start to pity you and help you get revenge.”
It was the classic plotline.
But Yu Li chuckled softly: “...Help me?”
She closed her eyes, letting the breeze brush gently past, her tone unreadable: “That would be too easy for them.”
Too easy for the villagers—they died far too cleanly.
And too easy for the players—they’d clear the instance with no effort.
Because Bo Jingmo would help them.
That man didn’t want to kill anyone himself, nor did he want her to get her hands dirty, so he’d help the players find the clues and let them kill the villagers.
Noticing the little system’s confusion, Yu Li explained patiently, in an unusually good mood: “Bo Jingmo knows I want to kill the villagers. He probably suspects I’m the junior girl, but I haven’t told him yet. He likely just thinks I lost my memory.”
How could he bear to let an amnesiac, innocent junior girl get her hands bloody?
“So he doesn’t want me to do anything. He’ll make the players see the villagers’ true colors first, so I won’t have to lift a finger.”
Then the players would discover their real task—if they want to survive, all they had to do was kill the villagers. The ghost girl wouldn’t harm them.
They’d help the ghost get revenge and kill off the villagers. Not only would they survive, they’d even earn achievements.
And Bo Jingmo’s rating would soar for uncovering the plot.
Her little boyfriend was clever when he was sane—she didn’t even need to worry about his ranking.
But this was all too easy.
No challenge at all.
If she entered this instance just to let Bo Jingmo sniff things out, that would be such a waste—it’d ruin the whole ghost identity.
“Since I’m here, wouldn’t it be a shame not to have some fun?”
As for Bo Jingmo...
Yu Li narrowed her eyes, as if remembering something, and the corners of her lips slowly curled up.
Trying to stay out of it and remain clear-headed, are we, Senior Bo?
Let’s see how long you can keep that up.
She wasn’t going to let her little boyfriend clear this instance so easily.
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The little system blinked, half-understanding: “Ohhh, so Sis, what are you gonna do then?”
It trusted her unconditionally.
Yu Li raised an eyebrow: “What do ghosts usually do in instances?”
The little system jumped to answer: “Duh, kill people and bully the players!”
“Exactly.”
Yu Li snapped her fingers, her eyes curving into a dazzling smile: “So—we’re gonna kill players too.”
Since Bo Jingmo wanted the players to help her, she’d make them hate her instead.
In instance games, there’s no such thing as peace.
The ghosts hadn’t shown themselves in a while. After helping out before, Yu Li had ordered them to stay hidden.
But now, the woman suddenly summoned them.
Under the blinding sunlight, she stood there in her wedding gown, smiling at them. Her beautiful face carried a smile they couldn’t understand, and her fox-like eyes curved sweetly.
She asked, “Do you want to know what it feels like to kill your enemies with your own hands?”
The group of ghosts froze, eyes filled with hopeful yet disbelieving excitement.
How could they not want to? But they didn’t even have physical forms anymore—every last bit of power had been given to the woman before them.
Seeing their excitement, the woman chuckled lightly. She raised her hand and extended a finger. A wisp of black mist slowly flowed from her fingertip, slithering into their bodies like a fine snake.
“If you trust me this much, then I can’t let you down.”
Since this soul body’s powers were suppressed...
Then she’d just use her own.
