After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 86 She Forgot Reality, Forgot Who She Was

Chapter 86 She Forgot Reality, Forgot Who She Was

Even though it was Yi Xian’s first time paired with Bo Jingmo, she could already sense this newcomer wasn’t someone easy to deal with.

Noticing everyone’s eyes on her, she quickly shook her head and tried to yank her wrist free from Du Yanhan’s grip.

“No! Du Yanhan, stop slandering me!!”

But Du Yanhan’s strength was unexpectedly strong—Yi Xian actually couldn’t break free right away. She quickly looked to Ji Xun. “Ji Xun, help me!”

Ji Xun walked over and tried to mediate. “Sister Du, don’t get worked up. Maybe no one went to Bo Jingmo’s tent last night after all.”

Du Yanhan’s gaze scanned Yi Xian’s face, then landed on her neck—completely clean.

The chill in her eyes finally faded, and she let go.

Yeah, someone like Yi Xian probably wasn’t the type.

The commotion even drew Zhao Xu, who was leading the way, over: “What’s going on?”

Yi Xian rubbed her wrist and complained, “This woman’s gone nuts, accusing me of going to Bo Jingmo’s tent last night.”

Zhao Xu glanced at Du Yanhan, then looked over at Bo Jingmo.

The man had a backpack slung over his shoulder, standing tall and upright. A breeze tousled his hair, and the impatience between his brows was obvious. He turned his head slightly and said with zero emotion, “No one came to my tent last night.”

Then he looked at Du Yanhan again, his tone icy:

“Du Yanhan, if you keep spreading rumors about me, I won’t mind tossing you into the river too.”

The moment he said that, not a single person present thought he was joking.

Du Yanhan shrank back instinctively. She’d originally wanted to question him about the marks on his neck, but now… she couldn’t get a single word out.

Zhao Xu frowned and gave Bo Jingmo a deep look, but in the end said nothing and returned to Chen Chang’s side to continue leading the way.

A few minutes later, the man suddenly spoke: “That employee you brought… she’s a problem.”

Chen Chang turned his head instinctively, but Zhao Xu just kept his eyes on the road ahead.

His face showed no expression, his gaze calm—but his voice carried a heavy undertone of killing intent.

“She needs to be dealt with soon.”

—

Zhao Xu claimed to be taking them on a shortcut, but in reality, they made a wide detour, and by the time they reached the village, everyone was exhausted.

A man came out with a smile to greet them: “You all must be tired. I’m the village chief here—Chen Daxie. The rooms are all ready, please come in and rest.”

Zhao Xu leaned over and whispered something to Chen Daxie, and the man’s smile immediately froze. His expression grew solemn.

He looked at Qi Mai’s group, his tone serious: “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. I’ll contact the outside immediately.”

Zhao Xu turned his head, his eyes sweeping across the group until they landed on Bo Jingmo—then quickly moved away: “I’m going to get someone to retrieve your teammate’s body. If anyone wants to help, you can come with me.”

Everyone looked at each other, but no one stepped forward. Fishing out a body was a bit much to ask from these city employees.

Zhao Xu had only asked casually. Seeing no one respond, he turned and waved his hand. “Then go ahead and explore the village for now. I’m off.”

Zhao Meng smiled at them and said, “Come with me. I’ll take you to your rooms.”

Even though men and women were housed separately, the village was small, and most people had to share.

There were three women and two rooms—Du Yanhan got ahead of the others and claimed a room for herself.

Yi Xian and Guangran couldn’t be bothered to argue with her, so they let it go.

As the boss, Chen Chang naturally had a room to himself. That left the three guys to be assigned randomly. Ji Xun and Qi Mai didn’t get along, but neither of them really knew Bo Jingmo.

In the end, it was actually Ji Xun who volunteered to room with Bo Jingmo.

Qi Mai looked at him and frowned. “You want to room with Bo Jingmo?”

Ji Xun raised an eyebrow. “What, you want to room with me instead? Just admit you’re scared of ghosts at night.”

“......”

Qi Mai pulled a face and didn’t respond, dragging his luggage into the room next door.

If he and Ji Xun shared a room, they’d probably try to kill each other before midnight.

Ji Xun sneered as he watched him leave, then slammed the door shut.

Inside, Bo Jingmo gave him a glance and then went back to unpacking.

But Ji Xun actually walked over to start a conversation: “Hey, Bo Jingmo, I’ve got something to tell you.”

He scratched his head, eyes darting nervously. “To be honest, I heard something near your tent last night.”

The room instantly went quiet.

Even Bo Jingmo’s hands stilled.

He set down what he was holding and slowly turned his head toward Ji Xun. His dark pupils were icy cold, lips parting slowly as he asked, “Did you?”

“What did you hear?”

That cold voice made Ji Xun’s scalp tingle. His body froze, like he was being stared down by a venomous snake.

The survival instinct kicked in instantly. He backed up a step until he hit the door behind him, hands raised, stammering, “W-Wait, I wasn’t done! I just heard your tent zipper open, then I suddenly passed out—I didn’t hear anything else, really!”

F***!!

He’d just wanted some one-on-one time with the newbie, maybe build a bit of rapport, ask about his skills. Who knows—they might work together later.

But this guy was way too hard to talk to!

Ji Xun was already regretting volunteering to room with Bo Jingmo.

He slowly reached for the doorknob behind him, forcing a smile under Bo Jingmo’s icy stare. “So uh… I made plans with Yi Xian to look around the village for clues. You coming?”

“No, thanks.”

Ji Xun: “Cool cool.”

Clack— the door slammed shut.

Once the room was quiet again, Bo Jingmo lowered his gaze.

He walked to the mirror and tilted his head slightly. The kiss mark left by the woman was still faintly visible.

His fingers brushed lightly over it. The chaos from last night flashed through his mind again and again.

Bo Jingmo’s eyes gradually darkened, his fingertip pressing against the fading hickey.

She really wasn’t going to come find him again?

As for her name… she finally gave him an answer at the very end last night.

She said she had no name. In the instance, she was whoever the role called her.

But that was obviously Yu Li’s face. Was she just not admitting it? Or… was her situation as unusual as his?

Bo Jingmo’s gaze lingered on the reddened mark, and he muttered in a daze, “Amnesia…?”

That was the only explanation that made sense.

No wonder he couldn’t detect her system in the real world—her system had to be unique. She’d forgotten reality, forgotten who she really was, and believed she was just a conscious NPC.

But she said she liked him.

At that thought, Bo Jingmo’s lips curled slightly.

But then he remembered her current identity, and his brows furrowed again.

Yu Li’s mission was to kill everyone in the village. The players had no leads yet—how was she, a ghost, supposed to do it?

Same as before—find help?

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But who?

A person flashed through his mind. Bo Jingmo suddenly stopped moving, his gaze lowering, expression darkening.

“Tch.”

...That man?

—

At an old house in the village, Zhao Xu confirmed no one had followed him before he opened the wooden door and slipped inside, carefully shutting it behind him.

Red paper streamers hung all around the courtyard, stretching from the roof beams down to the ground. When the wind blew, they rustled with a soft scraping sound.

The main entrance faced the central building. Yellow talisman papers were pinned sporadically on the surrounding walls. The room was dim, lit only by a few burning candles.

Upon entering, one could immediately see a shrine at the top. The statue was wrapped in red cloth, emanating an eerie presence. On the wooden altar sat an incense burner and offerings. The incense was slowly burning, thin smoke curling upward.

An old man knelt in front of the table. His beard was white, his sallow face full of deep wrinkles carved by time. His hooked nose and purplish lips gave him a grim look. Eyes closed, he muttered something under his breath.

In his hand, he held a string of black wooden prayer beads, slowly turning them. Even upon hearing the noise, his movements didn’t change.

Zhao Xu stood to the side and spoke in a low voice: “There was an accident. One of them died. To avoid raising suspicion, we had to make it look like a drowning.”

At those words, the old man’s hand paused. He lifted his eyelids and gave Zhao Xu a glance, and despite the murkiness of his eyes, they glinted sharply.

“Still in the river?”

“Yes.”

The old man stood up. Zhao Xu immediately reached out to support him, but the old man waved him off and walked to a nearby chair to sit down, taking a sip of tea. “Then why are you here instead of retrieving the body?”

Zhao Xu looked away. His face, usually devoid of emotion, was now tinged with hesitation. “That corpse might stir up… the one at the bottom…”

“Zhao Xu, don’t you already know?” the old man cut him off with a cold laugh. “That woman—I haven’t been able to keep her suppressed for a long time.”

Even without the corpse, that woman would’ve returned.

“So Banxue really is back?” Zhao Xu’s voice suddenly grew anxious.

“Zhao Xu!” Wei Lao’s voice rose sharply, laced with warning. His murky eyes narrowed dangerously. “I’ve told you—once that woman died, she became a vengeful ghost. She’s no longer your wife!”

Seeing Zhao Xu’s stiff expression, he got up and slowly walked up to him, lowering his voice with a hint of threat: “Zhao Xu, even if that woman still has a trace of human awareness left, don’t forget—how did she come here? How did she become your wife? And how did she die? All of that… is thanks to you!”

The hope on Zhao Xu’s face froze instantly. His eyes grew murky, and he clenched his fists, his voice hoarse: “I haven’t forgotten.”

Which is exactly why he never felt worthy of facing her again.