After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain Chapter 106: You Believe Ghost Talk?

Wei Caifan thought he must be out of his mind. Otherwise, why would he let these outsiders help?

The mont he saw Guangran pull sothing out of the bowl, he instantly stood up and rushed forward to snatch it back, “Put that down—”

But Qi Mai, who had been tied up in front of him, suddenly broke free, grabbed his wrist, and pinned him firmly to the ground.

Seventy-sothing-year-old Wei Caifan’s old bones creaked, a mouthful of blood nearly spewed out, his eyes full of disbelief.

What the hll are these people doing?!

His expression turned ugly as he shouted, “What are you doing?! Let go! Don’t you want to get rid of the female ghost?!”

Guangran placed the item from the bowl over the candle fla. Firelight flickered on her petite face, making her look sowhat indifferent.

“Wei Caifan, we already know what happened in this village.”

Wei Caifan froze for a mont, then suddenly burst into laughter after realizing sothing: “Did that female ghost tell you?”

Guangran frowned at his reaction. Then Wei Caifan sneered: “That female ghost slaughtered the whole village. You really think if you help her, she’ll let you go?”

“Even so, does that an I should help you?” Qi Mai spoke coldly, “You’re doing a ritual that requires human sacrifices—how could that possibly be a good thing?”

These players were caught in the middle, unable to move forward or back, and could only choose to side with whoever seed more trustworthy.

Old Wei tugged at the corner of his mouth and muttered lowly, “You’ll regret this.”

Guangran held the item over the fla until it burned to ashes, but the courtyard remained eerily silent.

Yu Li and Bo Jingmo were still nowhere to be seen.

Was the mission... done?

The night wind howled through, and the red fabric in the yard began rustling again, sounding especially jarring in the quiet night.

The item had burned. Logically, the ghost should be at peace now, but the system in her mind still hadn't issued a mission completion notice.

So what went wrong?

Guangran’s gaze shifted to Wei Caifan lying on the ground. Could it be… they needed him dead to complete the task?

After all, to eliminate the female ghost’s resentnt, they had to kill everyone she hated.

She picked up the knife from the table and hesitantly walked toward Wei Caifan.

Seeing her approach with the knife, Wei Caifan didn’t show a hint of fear. Instead, he wore a cold sneer: “Kill , and you’ll regret it.”

Guangran hesitated, holding the knife, and looked at Qi Mai beside her: “Qi-ge, do you think…”

Qi Mai had never dealt with this kind of situation before. Logically, shouldn’t the mission be done already? Why was the system still silent?

Yi Xian, watching her dawdle, impatiently snatched the knife from her and snapped, “What’s there to hesitate about? Clearly the ghost’s wish isn’t fulfilled—Wei Caifan is still alive, right? Maybe killing him will complete the mission.”

With that, she swiftly slashed Wei Lao’s throat.

She was so fast that Guangran didn’t even have ti to react.

By the ti she saw Wei Lao stop breathing, she just stood there in a daze.

Her lips moved. She opened her mouth, just about to say sothing.

But at that mont, a surprised female voice suddenly rang out behind her: “Oh dear, you’ve really stirred up trouble now.”

They turned to see Yu Li, who had been hiding all this ti, now standing in the courtyard. Behind her stood Bo Jingmo. One dressed in red, the other in black—two striking figures in the night.

The woman gave them a sweeping glance, her eyes flickering slightly as she slowly stepped forward and brushed the ashes on the table with her fingertips.

“I forgot to remind you, Wei Caifan was a believer of the evil spirit. His body and soul had long been bound to it. By killing him, you basically fed the last drop of heart’s blood to that thing.”

With that, the woman raised her hand to cover her mouth, her willow-leaf brows slightly furrowed in apparent distress, but her tone carried a hint of schadenfreude:

“How unfortunate. That monster’s about to be released now.”

Guangran’s expression changed drastically: “Why didn’t you say so earlier?!”

Why wait until they killed him to say this?!

Yu Li lifted her eyelids, the corners of her mouth subtly curling beneath her sleeve. Her voice was ambiguous:

“Didn’t you notice… I never laid a hand on Wei Caifan? I thought you all figured it out.”

The mont she said that, everyone realized sothing was wrong.

They’d assud the female ghost was being restrained, which was why she hadn’t attacked. But she’d killed so many villagers—clearly not weak. She’d had plenty of chances to kill Wei Caifan, but never hard him.

So this was why?!

Guangran strongly suspected it was all intentional.

But if the evil spirit was released, then she herself would also—

‘...Once that evil thing is out, I won’t be able to stop it. I won’t be able to protect you.’

That sentence suddenly echoed in her mind. Guangran’s pupils shrank, her mind went blank, blood seed to rush in reverse—her already pale face turned ghostly white, heart sinking like a stone into a lake.

The female ghost… only said she couldn’t protect them.

That ant she and Bo Jingmo could completely avoid the creature.

But they—these players—would die by its hand.

So that’s what Wei Caifan ant?!

Guangran’s eyes filled with disbelief. That ghost had twisted her words?!

She lunged at Yu Li, grabbing her sleeve, her rage plain as day.

“Yu Banxue, what the hll do you an?! You're using us and tossing us aside?!”

Bo Jingmo was about to stop her, but Yu Li raised her hand and gently motioned him back.

Looking at the furious Guangran in front of her, she lightly raised her brow and laughed: “So what if I am?”

Under Guangran’s shocked gaze, the woman calmly pulled her sleeve free, her tone light and carefree: “I never forced you to trust . You believed ghost talk.”

She just openly admitted it…

In that mont, Guangran finally realized how terrifying this ghost truly was.

No wonder… no wonder. She even dared to kill Bo Jingmo—how could she possibly spare them…

It was like all the strength drained from her body. Guangran slackened, eyes unfocused, and collapsed to the ground.

“Why…?”

She looked up at the stunningly beautiful woman before her, tears brimming at the corners of her red eyes. Her voice was choked with confusion, pain… and an almost imperceptible plea.

“We were innocent. Why push us all to our deaths.”

She knelt on the ground, clutching Yu Li’s skirt with trembling, pale fingertips, her voice cracking with sobs: “You helped those dead girls… so why not help us… why must we die… How are you any different from those villagers!!”

The woman in red froze. She lowered her eyes, face emotionless, just silently staring down at Guangran on the ground, not saying a word.

At the sa ti, the cursed item on the table began to tremble faintly, as if sothing was starting to erge. A baby’s wail echoed faintly through the courtyard.

Fresh blood trickled out from beneath the red cloth, giving off a putrid stench. As it touched the table, it evaporated instantly into a red mist thick with killing aura, slowly spreading throughout the yard.

Yi Xian accidentally inhaled so of it. Her face changed instantly as she bent over, coughing violently on her knees, clutching her throat in horror, eyes full of panic.

This gas… it felt like it was corroding her organs.

Qi Mai, who was nearby, also inhaled the gas. He collapsed to the ground with a muffled groan, face ashen.

Seeing the scene grow more and more dangerous, Guangran’s eyes filled with panic as she scrambled toward Qi Mai.

Suddenly, Bo Jingmo’s calm voice sounded in her ear:

“She did all this for .”