After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain
Chapter 300: Entering the Game

Bo Jingmo knew all too well that the evil spirit on the fourth floor was none other than "himself."

That ghost was him, yet not him.

For so many years, he had been searching for a way to completely destroy the evil spirit, but no matter what method he tried, the best outcome was merely suppression.

Normally, the ghost wouldn't appear much, but just yesterday, Bo Jingmo suddenly felt it trying to break free from its restraints.

And worse, Yu Li had seen it.

Coldness flickered in Bo Jingmo's eyes as killing intent surged in his heart, his fingertips digging sharply into his palm.

What a reckless thing.

The pain instantly cleared his thoughts.

Lowering his gaze to avoid looking at Yu Li, he softly denied it: "You saw wrong. There was no ghost."

"Yes."

Bo Jingmo looked up, his calm eyes fixed on Yu Li as he concealed the complicated emotions in his gaze. His voice was light but not joking.

"It seems you need rest too. I'll approve your leave. I'll find someone else for tonight's rounds."

"..."

Yu Li quietly met his gaze for a few seconds before chuckling lowly, her tongue pressing against the roof of her mouth.

Bo Jingmo, you really are something.

She didn't say anything else, simply loosening her grip—only for the man to suddenly seize her wrist. His hold wasn't forceful, yet his warm palm clamped around her like shackles.

When she raised a questioning brow, she was met with nothing but his dark, unfathomable gaze.

"Yu Li, didn't you say you saw nothing? Why are you now telling me you saw a ghost?"

Yu Li blinked, then smiled slowly, her eyes narrowing.

"Why else? Because I only ever trusted the director before."

The man froze. By the time he processed her words, his pupils contracted slightly.

What did she mean by "before"...?

A creeping sense of dread filled him—and sure enough, the girl added softly,

"But now, I don't."

"Just like how you don't trust me, right?"

For a moment, Bo Jingmo's heart skipped a beat. Stunned, he stood rooted in place, his throat clogged as if something were lodged there, leaving him speechless.

After a long pause, his fingers curled slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing before he finally spoke hoarsely, "I—I didn't..."

He didn't distrust her. He was just worried—worried Yu Li might get hurt by the ghost, and worse... that the ghost might take an interest in her.

Bo Jingmo knew full well just how much the girl before him drew him in. And since that evil spirit was part of him, he didn’t dare gamble on whether its tastes aligned with his own.

He didn’t dare. He couldn’t afford to.

He held himself back, afraid that if the malevolent ghost sensed his feelings, it would target Yu Li.

But now, any explanation felt feeble.

Yu Li didn’t wait to hear his excuses, turning to leave instead.

Staring blankly at her retreating figure, Bo Jingmo lowered his head in defeat. His dark eyes were unreadable as he stared at the bandage on his wrist, his lips pressed tightly together, his expression inscrutable.

If he could just deal with that ghost quickly, Yu Li would never learn the truth.

He just... needed a little more time.

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After leaving the office, Yu Li didn’t head downstairs. Instead, she went straight to the fourth floor.

Her face was calm, giving no hint of whether she was angry.

The system hovered nervously beside her, not daring to speak. Honestly, even it could tell Bo Jingmo was acting differently this time.

The little system had considered asking if Yu Li was upset, but remembering how she’d brushed it off before, it kept its mouth shut.

It had almost forgotten—Big Sis never got angry over things like this.

And in truth, Yu Li wasn’t angry. She had simply realized something: Bo Jingmo seemed to despise his ghostly form far too much.

The moment he had denied her words just to avoid the truth, she had her answer.

She knew the two versions of him couldn’t stand each other. Originally, she’d planned to redirect their hostility toward a common enemy, but now it seemed that wouldn’t work.

Because Bo Jingmo couldn’t accept that part of himself.

Just like back in the mental hospital in their past life—no, even more so now.

Back then, she’d had to hide her violent side through pretense. But now that part had split from his body—how could Bo Jingmo possibly accept it?

Even with a shared enemy, he’d probably still try to destroy "himself."

The ghostly Bo Jingmo was simple-minded and obedient, doing whatever she said. Even if displeased, a few gentle coaxing words and kisses would placate him.

But this Bo Jingmo was different. He had his own thoughts, his own will—he’d even nearly outmaneuvered her once.

It seemed the key to merging their memories lay in Bo Jingmo accepting himself.

Resting her chin on her hand, Yu Li listened to the footsteps approaching from the stairwell, her lips curling slowly.

In that case... she’d just have to enter the game herself.

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After confirming no one was around, Yu Yu carefully opened the fourth-floor stairwell door and stepped inside.

Compared to its terrifying nighttime appearance, the fourth floor in daylight seemed eerily peaceful—bright hallways and clean, spacious rooms made it impossible to associate with last night’s hellscape.

Pausing uncertainly before an empty room, Yu Yu stiffened the moment she saw inside, her grip on the door handle freezing.

Behind the tightly drawn curtains, a shadowy figure sat on the bed, its aura quiet yet unsettling.

When she recognized the figure, her fingers trembled as she pushed the door open.

The male ghost inside lifted its head, its face—bearing a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to Yu Yu’s—covered in purplish-blue veins. Its eyes were clouded with a strange white film, its lips pale, clearly ravaged by illness before death.

It should have been a horrifying sight, yet Yu Yu’s eyes reddened, her throat too tight to speak.

"This..."

"Sis."

The ghost suddenly spoke, rising from the bed. Meeting Yu Yu’s gaze, it smiled faintly, though its eyes remained lifeless.

"Sis, it’s me. Yu Chi."

Yu Yu could hardly believe it. Her younger brother, dead for years, was really standing before her.

"Yu Chi..." Forgetting fear, she rushed forward, her eyes wet as she tried to grasp his hand—only for her fingers to pass right through.

Yu Chi shook his head.

"Sis..." he murmured, lowering his eyes. "My power’s too weak right now. I can’t materialize fully. Just appearing to you last night drained all my energy."

Yu Yu clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling her sobs.

"It’s okay... it’s okay," she whispered shakily. "Just seeing you once is enough."

But Yu Chi had more in mind. Slowly, he lifted his gaze, his eyes narrowing.

"Sis... actually, there’s a way to strengthen my soul. Then I could touch you for real."

Yu Yu paused. "What way?"

At that, Yu Chi’s smile turned sickly dark, his filmy eyes glinting with an eerie green light.

"The method lies with your director..."

Just outside the door, Yu Li listened to the conversation inside. Slowly, she unpinned her name tag, glancing at it with a faint smile before carelessly letting it drop.

*Clatter.*

The sound instantly drew the attention of the room’s occupants—one living, one dead.