After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 81: Do the Audience Really Like Shipping?

Chapter 81: Do the Audience Really Like Shipping?

The voices had started about half an hour ago.

At first, they were faint and indistinct. But soon, they grew louder—grating, resentful cries of a woman echoed over and over beside his ears.

Bo Jingmo was familiar with this feeling. He’d heard it plenty of times before.

The scenario world was inherently bizarre, filled with resentful spirits who couldn't reincarnate. Ever since he became a ghost, he could hear all sorts of voices filled with deep hatred. Sometimes, they were fragments of the body’s previous consciousness, constantly whispering to him—to kill, to do the things a ghost was meant to do.

But now that he wasn’t a ghost anymore, how could he still hear them?

Bo Jingmo looked around. The other players didn’t show any reaction. That meant he was the only one hearing it.

And this voice… was a bit different from usual. While still resentful, the content didn’t quite fit the mold.

“Kill them... None of them are good people...”

“If you want to survive… then kill them...”

“You kill them, and I’ll let you go... Help me...”

“The man in front of you... he’s the main culprit...”

“They’re the ones who killed me… Help me escape… I’m begging you.”

The voices overlapped, changing tone and timbre as if dozens of people were whispering right into his ear.

But every word they spoke—those were things the players hadn't unlocked in the plot yet. And now, the information was just… handed to him.

Bo Jingmo narrowed his eyes.

After a few seconds of thought, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, a glint flashing in his eyes.

He thought… he knew who it was.

The campfire crackled and snapped, casting a warm glow in the quiet mountainside night. Only a few cicadas chirped, and the rustling of leaves added to the silence.

As the group ate dinner, Du Yanhan glanced at Bo Jingmo, curious what he was up to—only to see him sitting quietly in his chair, completely silent.

His long lashes hung low, casting shadows that concealed his eyes. Half of his face was hidden in the dark, his cool, elegant features showing not a trace of emotion.

A few buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing just the edge of a finely shaped collarbone. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and his slender fingertips lazily brushed against a twig—his movements casual, unbothered.

Du Yanhan stared at that hand, zoning out. Her desire to win this man over only grew stronger.

Even if she couldn’t get his heart, just getting a taste of this kind of perfection would still be worth it.

She cleared her throat and casually sighed, “Ah, this place is really nice. Would be even better if I came with a boyfriend.”

………

The others didn’t respond. Du Yanhan’s face stiffened a bit.

Seriously? No one was gonna pick up the conversation?

Talk about killing the vibe.

She turned her gaze to Zhao Xu, who was adjusting the fire with careful hands. The soft glow lit up his serious face, and for once, even that intimidating scar above his brow seemed a little less frightening.

Du Yanhan blinked, cupped her face, and asked, “Hey, Zhao-ge, do you have a girlfriend?”

Yi Xian, sitting nearby, widened her eyes at the question, looking both shocked and impressed.

Was this woman for real? Even Zhao Xu wasn’t safe from her flirting?

Was it a triggered NPC plot or just Du Yanhan being her true self?

She exchanged a look with Ji Xun, then both leaned in, ears perked to hear Zhao Xu’s response.

Zhao Xu paused when he heard the question, freezing mid-motion. He looked up at Du Yanhan, his expression unreadable.

Zhao Meng, on the other hand, kept her head down, quietly fiddling with her hands, saying nothing.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhao Xu finally spoke. “I used to.”

Before Du Yanhan could react, Zhao Xu added, “But she’s dead now.”

Everyone froze.

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Zhao Xu turned to look at the lake. The darkness masked his expression, and even his voice became difficult to interpret.

“My wife drowned in that lake.”

The words drifted out like a cold night wind, brushing across everyone’s heart and sending chills down their spines.

Realizing she had just stepped on a landmine, Du Yanhan quickly sat upright and muttered in a low voice, “Sorry… my condolences.”

Zhao Xu shook his head. “It’s fine. It was a long time ago.”

He tossed another log onto the fire. The flames surged, illuminating his face for a moment—his seemingly calm gaze hiding a complicated mix of emotions.

Chen Chang sat in his chair without a word, eyes unfocused as he stared toward the lake. Beads of sweat rolled steadily down his forehead.

The players watching this scene couldn’t help but fall into thought.

It looked like this scenario had everything to do with the wife.

Bo Jingmo lifted his eyelids at that, coldly glancing in Zhao Xu’s direction. His dark eyes betrayed no emotion. He expressionlessly snapped the twig in his hand—crack—a crisp sound in the quiet air. A mocking smirk played at the corners of his mouth.

For some reason, he really didn’t like this male NPC.

Especially when he said “my wife.”

【Was Zhao Xu’s wife really drowned by accident… or was it something more?】

【Judging by his face, there’s definitely more going on.】

【Did anyone notice how off Chen Chang looked? The guy started sweating the moment she was mentioned.】

【Chen Chang’s definitely sus. He brought the team here on purpose.】

【If she was murdered, then tonight’s not gonna be peaceful. I mean, she died in this lake, and he brings everyone here to camp...?】

【Come on, it’s obvious what he’s up to.】

【Uh-oh. Someone’s gonna die tonight. But what I really wanna know is—will Du Yanhan sneak off to Bo Jingmo’s tent tonight?!】

【C’mon camera, be good to us, give us something spicy.】

【Camera: Not happening.】

【LMAO. Y’all dreaming. Du Yanhan doesn’t stand a chance. She probably won’t even make it inside the tent before Bo Jingmo kicks her out. Actually, she won’t even get to the tent, hahahaha.】

【Honestly, Qi Mai’s pretty manly too. Why doesn’t she go after him? He even helped her carry her luggage! Instead she’s chasing the hardest target.】

【Because Qi Mai’s more of a burly type—totally not her type. But he is really sweet, always looking after our sickly beauty Guangran. Hehehe, they’re cute together.】

【Ji Xun and Yi Xian are pretty great too. But Bo Jingmo? Eternal ice man~~】

【You guys don’t know? Bo Jingmo only ships with NPCs (just kidding).】

【But seriously, aside from Du Yanhan, there’s only Zhao Meng. That shy little girl? No chemistry at all. Maybe there are other NPCs in the village?】

【Yeah! Bo Jingmo would be perfect with someone like Filia—gorgeous and flirtatious. Total dream ship!】

【First CP was too powerful. Untouchable.】

【Forget it. Looks like Bo Jingmo’s gonna end up alone in this world.】

As the barrage of chat comments turned into full-on shipping wars for Bo Jingmo, the system crouched silently on Yu Li’s shoulder, sensing the woman’s silence and not daring to make a sound.

Her fair fingertips slowly swiped across the screen. Her fox-like eyes lowered, emotionless as they skimmed over every single comment.

After a long pause, she let out a soft chuckle.

“How interesting. I never knew they liked Filia this much.”

In the last scenario, the camera had been too focused. She’d spent most of the time with the players and hardly had the chance to check the comments.

Who would've thought the scenes she fought so hard to steal… had left such a lasting impression on the viewers?

So the audience liked shipping, huh?

Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to play into that for attention.

Yu Li narrowed her eyes and lazily swung her legs, her gaze falling on a certain man not far away. The corners of her lips curved slightly.

But first...

If she was gonna feed the audience some sugar,

She’d need to tease someone a little.