After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 276: What a Coincidence

Before anyone could react to what that meant, the Daoist closed his eyes and began chanting rapidly, reciting obscure incantations.

Then he suddenly sliced open his own index finger and used the fresh blood to draw a talisman.

With a loud shout, he commanded, “Go!”

The talisman flew straight toward the corner, then abruptly collided with something and flared midair with a burst of fire.

It looked like something straight out of a horror film.

As the flames died out, the female corpse on the ground began convulsing violently, and at the same time, the pouch in Chen the Daoist’s hand spontaneously caught fire. He let go of it at once.

The pouch burned to ash, scattering onto the floor. No one dared utter a word, and the surrounding mist gradually dispersed.

All of it happened in a matter of seconds, leaving behind only the smell of scorched ash in the air.

It seemed the evil spirit had been exorcised.

Wei Yangbing swallowed hard, feeling a wave of inexplicable relief. But then, a dangerous voice rose behind him.

“Wei Yangbing, you’re next.”

His body froze, eyes darting around in panic. “Yu-ge… the ghost’s already been dealt with… Let’s just call it a day, okay?”

“Dealt with?” the man sneered. “Quanran’s soul was wasted on some random ghost. What are we gonna do when Bo Jingmo shows up?”

Yu Wenlin now fully believed in the ghost-making scheme. Since Quanran’s soul could drive out the ghost woman from this house, that proved the method worked.

All he needed was one more sacrifice—then even if Bo Jingmo showed up, he’d have nothing to fear.

Just as Wei Yangbing opened his mouth to argue, a pair of cold, sharp hands—or rather, hawk-like claws—landed on his shoulders. The sharp tips curled slightly, easily capable of slicing skin with a mere graze, exuding a silent pressure.

“Wei Yangbing, I wasn’t asking.”

The chilling voice slithered through his ear like a venomous snake.

Wei Yangbing froze instantly, too scared to move a muscle.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Yu Li standing lazily by the door. His eyes lit up as he lowered his voice, “Bro, why use one of us? Wouldn’t it be better to use the NPC?”

Yu Wenlin paused, clearly considering it as he followed the gaze.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly weighing the idea.

At that moment, the woman looked over. She tilted her head and smiled faintly.

“What are you looking at me for? Don’t tell me you’re planning to kill me?”

“……”

With a darkened expression, he smacked Wei Yangbing across the face.

“Go. You do it. Worst case, I’ll revive you when it’s over.”

That Daoist was brought by this woman—how the h**l was he supposed to attack her?

Wei Yangbing clutched his head, half-doubting, “You serious, bro?”

“You don’t trust Deva?” Yu Wenlin gritted his teeth. “Keep whining and I’ll just finish you off myself. Forget revival for the rest of your life.”

Wei Yangbing’s shoulders shrank. “Alright, alright, I’ll go.”

He walked over to the Daoist and extended his hand. “I volunteer.”

Chen the Daoist had never seen anything like this before. His expression was complicated, the look in his eyes saying: What an idiot.

With a sigh, he said helplessly, “Sit in the chair.”

With another player about to die, the room’s atmosphere grew even heavier.

Yu Wenlin, however, remained composed. Seeing the pouch in Chen the Daoist’s hand, a glint flashed through his eyes.

He stepped forward. “This pouch—does it control ghosts?”

Chen the Daoist saw him staring and didn’t hesitate. He handed it over. “Yes. If you hold this pouch and say someone’s name in your mind, you can summon them. Once the ghost dies, the pouch will ignite.”

“Pretty convenient.” Yu Wenlin’s eyes sparkled, completely unfazed by the fact he was sacrificing his own teammate.

Yu Li tapped her fingers against her arm casually, raising a brow but saying nothing.

Sensing someone edging closer, she glanced sideways. “What?”

Yun Xialan hunched her shoulders and lowered her voice. “This… does this really work? We probably don’t need to keep sacrificing people, right?”

“How would I know?” Yu Li’s tone was still laid-back. “Maybe there are more ghosts.”

Yun Xialan’s face turned pale instantly.

She was the only one left. If things kept going this way, she was definitely next on Yu Wenlin’s chopping block.

Seeing the fear on her face, Yu Li chuckled. “Just say no. The ritual needs voluntary consent, after all.”

That stunned Yun Xialan. “Say no? But…”

Yu Li scoffed and cut her off.

“Almost forgot—you’re all in a team.”

Yun Xialan paused, unsure whether she meant their video group… or Deva.

She quickly shook her head. No way an NPC would know about Deva.

She was just about to say something when Yu Li suddenly spoke.

“He’s here.”

As her voice fell, all the doors and windows around them suddenly slammed shut and locked.

Chen the Daoist’s eyes sharpened, heart tightening—he sensed a familiar presence drawing near.

It was Bo Jingmo!

That evil ghost really had come!

Instinctively, he looked toward the corner where the woman stood.

But with her mask on, he couldn’t see her expression—only those fox-like eyes, calm as ever, as if she wasn’t the least bit surprised Bo Jingmo had shown up.

Of course. This woman… she had been waiting for him.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have come tonight at all.

He quietly stepped back into a safer corner.

Meanwhile, Yu Wenlin looked thrilled. He had finally figured out how to survive this dungeon.

If he killed Bo Jingmo with his own hands, he’d earn a massive reward.

As fog began to fill the room again, he quickly pulled out his phone and hit record, shouting loudly:

“Bo Jingmo—! I knew it was you! You wicked ghost! I wasn’t the one who killed you, and yet you keep hurting our teammates!!”

As he spoke, he panned the camera toward the two corpses on the ground, clearly intending to show the online audience that Bo Jingmo was behind their deaths.

Yu Li leaned against the wall. The white mist curled around her, with a few wisps landing on her body.

The moment they touched her, the fog turned black, transforming into black smoke that crept along her collarbone and fingertips.

Yu Li’s lips curved into a faint smile. She idly played with the tail end of the black mist.

Then she heard a soft sound by the window.

She slowly lifted her head—and met a pair of familiar eyes.

Several pairs of eyes locked.

The woman slowly curved her eyes in a smile.

“What a coincidence.”

“……”

Not a coincidence at all.

Looking at those slightly familiar eyes, Qi Mai frowned faintly.

This woman… why did she look so familiar?

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