After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain Chapter 269: Creating a Ghost

Well, that’s true—none of the other plotlines matter right now. Surviving is the real deal.

Yu Wenlin crossed his arms and said coldly, “You’re saying Bo Jingmo will co after us, but there’s nothing we can do to fight him right now.”

Hearing that, Yu Li chuckled. “Of course there’s a way.”

She pulled a pen from her bag and scribbled a phone number on the back of a delivery receipt, then handed it over.

Yu Wenlin picked up the slip. “Whose number is this?”

“A Daoist’s.”

The woman propped up her head lazily. “He’s the one who helped catch Bo Jingmo before. You can call him, give him my na, and ask for help.”

That did sound like sothing useful.

Yu Wenlin’s eyes lit up ever so slightly.

Noticing that, Yu Li smirked and suddenly said, “Actually, I already asked the Daoist before I ca. He’s told the thod.”

Oh?

Yu Wenlin seed a bit less guarded now and asked instinctively, “What thod?”

“Find a ghost stronger than Bo Jingmo to suppress him.”

Yu Wenlin muttered, “A stronger ghost?”

Where are they supposed to find a stronger ghost?

He frowned. “How do we even find one?”

Yu Li laughed softly at that.

“Can’t find one? No big deal—we just make one, don’t we?”

The living room fell dead silent.

The topic was way too taboo and outrageous. For a mont, Yu Wenlin didn’t know how to respond.

Make a ghost, huh…

“H-How do you make one?”

The woman sounded completely matter-of-fact. “How else? Kill soone and take their soul.”

“……”

Why do you sound so damn experienced?

Yu Wenlin leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his chin as if thinking hard.

The thod sounded feasible, but there were a lot of issues with it.

Forget about the moral implications—even if they managed to create a ghost, could it really beat Bo Jingmo?

Seeing the two n fall silent, Yu Li rested her head on her hand, idly fiddling with her phone, and said casually:

“Aren’t you guys filming paranormal videos?”

“...Huh?”

What’s that got to do with paranormal videos?

Yu Li put her phone down, lifted her eyelids lazily, and looked over without much interest.

“In paranormal videos, a few people dying isn’t exactly out of the ordinary, is it?”

That sentence stunned both Yu Wenlin and Wei Yangbing.

It seed like the woman was just making an offhand comnt. Then she slowly stood up.

“Alright, I’ve got stuff to do. You guys can discuss the rest with the Daoist.”

After she left, the two n in the living room were both a bit quiet.

Wei Yangbing turned his head after a beat. “Bro… What did she an by that?”

Yu Wenlin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and leaned back on the sofa. “None of your business. Let think. Go get a fruit basket and send it to Quan Han and the others.”

“Oh… okay.”

When the door closed, Yu Wenlin slowly opened his eyes and stared at the delivery slip in his hand.

After a few seconds of silence, he picked up his phone and dialed the number.

“Beep… beep…”

The ringtone rang a few tis before soone picked up. An old voice answered, “Hello? Who is this?”

Yu Wenlin cleared his throat. “Is this… Daoist Chen?”

At that, the other side instantly went quiet.

The old man’s voice turned serious. “Who are you?”

Yu Wenlin quickly ntioned Yu Li’s na. “Yu Li sent to find you. She said you could help .”

The old man sounded doubtful. “Yu Li?”

Yu Wenlin nodded repeatedly. “Yeah, if you don’t believe , you can call her yourself.”

The other end went quiet for a few seconds, then the old man muttered sothing under his breath.

“…Why am I getting tangled up with this woman again.”

His voice was low and unclear. Yu Wenlin didn’t quite catch it, but got a bad feeling and asked cautiously, “What did you just say?”

“Nothing.” The old man’s tone was flat. “You ca to about Bo Jingmo, right?”

Yu Wenlin quickly responded, “Yes, yes. Yu Li said you could help . She also told about the thod. Sothing about making a ghost.”

The old man let out a sudden chuckle. “Heh, making a ghost. That woman really knows how to extrapolate.”

What?

Yu Wenlin frowned. Just as he was about to ask what that ant, the old man admitted it directly.

“What she said about creating a ghost… isn’t wrong.”

But then, the old man’s tone shifted.

“But making that thing isn’t simple. You have to extract a human soul exactly at midnight, and the person has to be willing. Otherwise, the ghost that’s created might turn into an evil spirit.”

Willing?

Yu Wenlin froze. Suddenly, Yu Li’s earlier words popped into his head.

—“In paranormal videos, a few people dying isn’t exactly out of the ordinary, is it?”

He gasped.

So that’s what she ant?

They could use the guise of playing a supernatural ga to trick people into dying willingly, then pin it all on Bo Jingmo.

Yu Wenlin narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He wasn’t sure if the thod would work, but at this point, he had no choice but to try.

Thinking of his pitiful follower count, and comparing it to the steadily growing numbers of the others, his expression grew darker and more complicated.

He tugged at the corner of his lips.

This was what had to be done. If it ant killing Bo Jingmo, it was worth trying.

“Could you co over tonight?”

【Holy sh*t, what a brutal betrayal.】

【He’s ditching the rest of his teammates? Deva really lives up to the na.】

【Those guys have been working hard the whole ti. They didn’t even do anything to him, so why?】

【Why else? Didn’t you see that the rookies have more followers than him now?】

【But can this really beat Bo Jingmo? I don’t buy it.】

【Also, that woman feels off to . It’s like she’s helping them, but also fanning the flas.】

【Sa!! A thorny, crazy beauty—ugh, I’m obsessed.】

【Don’t you think she kinda resembles Limu? Not just her looks, even her vibe.】

【Totally. Honestly, I thought it was Limu at first and felt a little disappointed. But this sister’s full of surprises too!】

…

anwhile, in another hospital.

In a high-end ward, a little girl lay unconscious on a hospital bed. The machines beeped steadily in the quiet room.

“He’s coming tonight?”

A woman’s voice suddenly broke the silence.

She was lounging on the sofa in the room, posture relaxed and casual, like she’d just heard sothing funny. The smirk on her lips grew wider.

Standing in front of her was an elderly man with white hair. He hunched slightly, tucked the blanket in around the little girl, then turned to face the woman.

He sighed. “Yeah, he said he’d start tonight. Once this job’s done, I’m done for good.”

The woman picked up an orange from the table and toyed with it, speaking nonchalantly. “Whatever. The money’s already in your account.”

Daoist Chen looked at his granddaughter with a complicated expression. He had no idea what those poor suckers had done to piss off this crazy woman.

This crazy woman… was soone who could even kill her own boyfriend.