After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 57: Good Boy Deserves Praise

Gotta say, Wu Bianming was really good at hiding things.

This rundown, crumbling teaching building—he’d blocked off several areas and even set up fake walls, making it look like there was no way forward in some places.

Yu Li watched him hustle around, lugging things left and right, and lazily played with the leaf in her hand. “So you have to do all this every time you kill someone? No wonder it’s just one person a day. If you tried killing more, you probably couldn’t haul them all.”

Wu Bianming: “…Shut up.”

Sh*t. This damn girl actually guessed right.

Jiang Xi and Hou Liang, who had been secretly following behind: “……(⊙x⊙;)”

From the sound of that convo, Qing Li’s “collaboration” with this ghost… didn’t seem all that friendly?

After going back and forth a few more times, they finally arrived at the classroom where the photos were hidden.

The windows of this classroom were completely covered with newspaper from the inside—there was no way to see what was inside from outside.

And the door had been sealed completely, reinforced with multiple layers of heavy chains.

Clearly, Wu Bianming was terrified someone might find this place.

As he unlocked the door, a wave of rot and death hit them all at once—putrid corpse stench fermented in a sealed space, thick enough to knock someone out cold. Its attack power? Easily the strongest in the room.

Yu Li’s expression shifted slightly: “……”

She held her breath and silently stepped back to a spot with cleaner air, offering a moment of silent mourning for Jiang Xi and the others.

They were seriously going in there for the photos?

No joke—the smell alone could kill.

Honestly, Wu Bianming didn’t need to lock this place up, or even kill people at midnight every day.

Just open this room and let people take a whiff—instant death.

Wu Bianming turned and saw Yu Li lingering outside, refusing to go in. He sneered mockingly, “What? Chickening out now?”

Yu Li paused, then glanced at him. “You want me to go in?”

“…Yeah. I do. If you’ve got the guts, go ahead,” Wu Bianming replied with a forced grin.

He couldn’t smell what was inside, but he knew—that stink was no joke.

“Alright then. Since you’re inviting me, I’ll go in.”

Wu Bianming: ?

Then he watched as the woman pulled a mask from her pocket, put it on, and actually stepped into the classroom.

Wu Bianming’s face immediately twisted into a complicated mess.

D*mn it. He forgot this girl wasn’t normal.

She was straight-up insane.

Yu Li didn’t know what Wu Bianming was thinking. She walked in with her phone, flashlight beam cutting through the pitch-black room.

In an instant, a dozen pale, horrific faces flashed before her eyes.

Some of them stared straight ahead with unblinking, death-filled eyes. Others had no eyeballs at all—just two gaping black holes, blood around them dried and darkened.

Everywhere she looked were mangled bodies—severed arms, broken legs, a grotesque horror show.

And among those corpses… was an old acquaintance—Ke Yulong.

He was sitting on one of the desks, eyes wide open in death. One side of his face had caved in, likely from falling down the stairs earlier. The asymmetry made him look especially horrifying.

Yu Li calmly swept her gaze across his face, then down to the desk.

Every corpse had a rectangular photo laid out on the desk. Some were large, some small, and they all looked aged. Each person in the photos wore a school uniform—clearly taken when they were still students.

These were photos of the ghost students before they died.

It was like Wu Bianming had matched each corpse with a photo—one by one.

He placed Yu Haoye’s body in an empty spot and infused it with some ghostly energy to keep it from rotting. Only then did he finally glance at what Yu Li was doing.

When he saw her examining the photos, his brow furrowed and his voice turned cold: “Don’t touch those.”

Qing Li lifted her eyes at his words. Most of her face was hidden by the mask, but her gaze was cold and distant, her tone unreadable.

“Wu Bianming, is this what you meant by the way to kill Bo Jingmo?”

Wu Bianming paused for a second. Then his voice turned low and threatening. “You figured it out?”

Of course she had. This girl knew her stuff—there was no way she wouldn’t catch on.

Yu Li glanced at the teacher’s podium. There was a similar photo-placement setup there, but it was empty. Clearly, Wu Bianming had hidden something.

He’d hidden his own photo.

When Wu Bianming saw her looking over, he sneered. “Don’t bother. Like I’d leave my photo out in the open.”

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He slowly walked up to the podium and spread his arms, looking down at the room with a crazed glint in his eyes. “All of this is my power. Once I finish absorbing it all—I’ll be the strongest.”

By then, Bo Jingmo wouldn’t be a problem. Even if Bo Jingmo and Qing Li attacked together, he wouldn’t be scared.

He opened his eyes and looked toward the last empty spot, eyes narrowing.

Now, all he needed was one more corpse.

Yu Li wandered through the corpse-filled room, voice lazy: “You didn’t prepare a spot for Bo Jingmo’s photo?”

At that, Wu Bianming’s smug mood soured instantly. He scowled. “Don’t need him.”

What he meant was—he couldn’t get Bo Jingmo’s photo.

He’d calculated the number of bodies he needed, but Bo Jingmo had thrown off his count.

No big deal, though. He’d already found a substitute from another class.

But then—surprise—the substitute had a meddlesome friend.

Wu Bianming had a bad feeling that friend was going to be a pain. He needed to lock down that final corpse ASAP.

His eyes involuntarily landed on the woman walking slowly through the room. His fingers twitched slightly, a dark thought taking shape.

Speaking of which—wasn’t there a perfect candidate right here?

In this space, his power was stronger than usual, and that Protective Amulet on Qing Li was cracked. Even if she had tricks, she might not be able to beat him now.

He thought for a moment, then a malicious smile curled on his lips—murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Just as he was about to act, a loud crash rang out from outside—sounded like someone kicked over the desks blocking the hallway.

Wu Bianming’s expression froze. He glared toward the window, voice sharp as a blade: “Who’s there?!”

Thud thud thud—

The classroom door suddenly burst open, and two figures rushed in—familiar faces: Hou Liang and Jiang Xi.

They bolted forward, maybe hoping to catch Wu Bianming off guard.

But just as they reached the door, both of them stopped in their tracks.

A moment of silence—

Then they both grabbed the doorframe and started gagging.

“Urgh—!”

Totally overwhelmed by the stench.

Yu Li: “……” Called it.

Wu Bianming: “……” Great, more lunatics.

Bo Jingmo: “……” Idiots.

After retching, the two lifted their heads and weakly turned to the person behind them:

“Uh… Bo Jingmo, can you block our sense of smell? We seriously can’t handle this…”

Yu Li had been enjoying the show when suddenly, a familiar energy covered her nose. That aura brushed across her cheek—gentle, affectionate, and oddly soothing.

In that instant, the horrible smell was sealed away from her completely.

The moment the male and female leads made their request, her little boyfriend thought of her first.

Yu Li blinked in surprise—then her eyes curved into a smile, and beneath her mask, the corners of her lips lifted slightly.

She softly murmured four words:

“You did great.”

Good boy. Deserves a reward.