After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain Chapter 33: Summoning Spirits

Yu Li glanced up, easily sidestepping the falling curtain rod. She watched as it crashed to the floor, her eyes narrowing slightly, the corners of her lips curling up.

Angry?

Perfect.

As if completely unaware of the sudden drop in temperature around her, she contentedly tucked the photo into her bag and dusted off her clothes.

Little did she know, her casual remark had left the livestream chat in complete shock.

【G-Girlfriend??】

【Wait… this feels so familiar… I swear I’ve heard this before.】

【What the f***?! Is this real?! Don’t ss with , I’ll take it seriously!!!】

【Holy sh*t, is this a déjà vu of the haunted villa?!】

【Is this a trend now? Or did Bo Jingmo just hit so kind of romance jackpot lately?】

【First a wife, now a girlfriend—and both are absolute stunners… I’m so jealous, bro.】

【Wait, am I shipping another CP already? I still haven’t gotten over Filia’s death, and now there’s a new girlfriend?!】

【Bo Jingmo, get out here! Explain yourself! You and your little lover gas are driving crazy!】

【Could it be that Bo Jingmo already heard her? Didn’t you see the curtain fall straight at Qing Li? Maybe that was his response—denying it!】

【I agree! Filia was the only one Bo Jingmo acknowledged—sure, he was amnesiac at the ti, but at least his feelings were real. Qing Li is obviously making things up.】

【What is she trying to do? Does she want to piss off Bo Jingmo and get herself killed sooner?!】

【Maybe it’s one-sided? They were desk mates, Bo Jingmo died, and Qing Li always had feelings for him. Now she’s back just to see him again?】

【Ugh… if that’s true, it’s kinda sad. The campus beauty is wasting her love—Bo Jingmo has never shown interest in anyone other than Filia. (And even Filia only got away with it because of his amnesia… o(╥﹏╥)o)】

【Qing Li, you idiot. Of all the people to provoke, you had to pick a cold, heartless male ghost.】

Qing Li’s declaration had left the audience completely shaken. Even Jiang Xi and Hou Liang were dumbfounded, watching her approach them in a daze.

After the last filming session, they had rewatched the footage and naturally saw Filia deceiving Bo Jingmo. Back then, they had thought it was a rare, unforgettable mont—one that might never happen again.

Yet now, a nearly identical scene was playing out before them.

Except this ti… Bo Jingmo…

Jiang Xi glanced at the broken curtain rod on the floor and swallowed hard.

He clearly didn’t approve of Qing Li’s words.

Was this part of the plot? Was this what those veteran players had been waiting for?

Sothing about this situation felt off.

When Qing Li walked over, Jiang Xi leaned in and quietly asked, “Qing Li, is Bo Jingmo really your boyfriend?”

Her gaze instinctively flickered to the bag where Qing Li had stored the photo.

Noticing her look, Qing Li generously pulled the photo out and handed it to them with a smile. “Of course. Why would I lie to you?”

She was lying—but only to a certain male ghost.

Jiang Xi took the photo. Due to its faded state, the image was sowhat blurry, but the outline of the boy’s face was still recognizable.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth with sharp, well-defined features and cool, indifferent eyes. His straight bangs fell neatly over his forehead, and his lips were pressed into a tight, unhappy line.

So this was what Bo Jingmo looked like in high school.

Having seen Bo Jingmo in college in real life, the contrast between the two images sent a strange wave of realization through them.

After returning the photo, Jiang Xi couldn’t help but ask, “Did you co here just for Bo Jingmo?”

Qing Li glanced at her, raised an eyebrow slightly, and didn’t answer. Instead, she countered, “Then why are you here? Just to film ghosts?”

The question caught Jiang Xi off guard. She pursed her lips and lowered her gaze, unsure how to respond.

Fortunately, Hou Liang took her hand and answered for her. “We’ve been interested in Holy Wings High School for a long ti, so we wanted to check it out.”

【Jiang Xi and Hou Liang don’t seem like they’re in it for the money. They must have another reason.】

【Didn’t soone say before that Jiang Xi’s close friend hanged herself? Maybe they ca because of that.】

【Could they actually want to see a ghost?】

【But what about Qing Li? What’s her reason? She doesn’t seem that interested in anything.】

“Oh, I see.”

Under their questioning gazes, Qing Li tilted her head slightly, her tone indifferent.

“I’m just here for Bo Jingmo.”

As they spoke, a shadowy figure stood silently at the classroom door, watching them.

In the pitch-dark corridor, his presence exuded an eerie stillness.

His skin was unnaturally pale. When his gaze landed on the woman with chestnut-colored hair standing at the front, his eyes darkened. His expression was unreadable, his emotions impossible to decipher.

After a long mont, he slowly disappeared into the darkness behind the door.

—

At exactly 11:30, the six of them regrouped outside the teaching building.

The school was eerily silent at night. The October air carried a crisp autumn breeze, sending a shiver down their spines.

Their flashlights illuminated the walls, revealing red-painted words that glead ominously in the light. During the day, they seed insignificant, but at night, the twisted, blood-like writing sent chills down their spines.

Ke Yulong’s eyes trembled. Quickly averting his gaze, he looked at Qing Li’s group approaching from the distance.

“Did you find anything?”

Cen Xiu had his hands in his pockets as he asked, though his gaze remained fixed on Qing Li.

She rely glanced at him lazily and gave a curt reply. “No.”

Not a single ntion of the photo.

Jiang Xi and Hou Liang exchanged looks and also shook their heads. “Nothing. Just took so pictures of the classrooms.”

A flash of disappointnt flickered in Cen Xiu’s eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He gestured to Ke Yulong, signaling him to start filming.

“Alright, everyone. The ti is now 11:30 PM. We’ve explored most of the campus, but we haven’t found anything unusual.”

He pulled out his phone, opened a ti-checking website, and showed the screen to the cara—a must-have trick for paranormal strears, just to prove they weren’t faking it.

“It’s almost midnight. According to urban legends, soone must die at midnight.”

As he spoke, a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

“If that’s the case, then does that an ghosts only co out at midnight?” He let his words linger before adding in an ominous tone, “But what if… we summon them before midnight?”

“Next up, I’m going to attempt the most daring challenge ever—playing a spirit-summoning ga in a haunted high school!”

His excited voice echoed eerily through the empty corridors.

anwhile, Ke Yulong, who was holding the cara, broke into a cold sweat. His hands trembled as he turned to Cen Xiu in disbelief.

“WHAT?!”

Forgetting that the cara was still recording, he grabbed it with shaky hands, his voice filled with panic. “You’re seriously trying to summon spirits?! Cen Xiu, are you f***ing insane?!”

But when he looked around, he realized that the others remained perfectly calm, as if they weren’t surprised at all.

A chilling realization hit him.

His face turned even paler as he scanned each of their expressions in horror.

“You all knew?! You’re all in on this?!”

Ke Yulong felt utterly betrayed.

If he had known this was the plan, he never would have agreed to film so damn ghost-hunting video.

"Look at you."

Cen Xiu dragged a desk out from the teaching building and, seeing Ke Yulong looking absolutely terrified, clicked his tongue in frustration. "Ke Yulong, why are you so scared of ghosts? It’s not even guaranteed to work."

Yu Haoye pulled out candles and a piece of paper from his bag, handing them to Cen Xiu. With a small cara still resting on his shoulder, he zood in on Ke Yulong’s panicked face, snickering, "Look, look, soone’s already scared. If you’re that terrified, you can just quit now."

"Get that cara out of my face!"

Ke Yulong turned his head away, then glanced at the other three who had remained silent. Seeing that none of them had any objections, he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, gritted his teeth, and lifted his cara back up.

"Who’s scared? I’m a firm believer in materialism—there are no ghosts in this world!"

Tch, acting all tough.

Yu Haoye sneered but didn’t argue, continuing to film.

Cen Xiu flicked his lighter, igniting the candle before placing it in front of the paper. A pen rested on top of the paper—they were attempting a classic summoning ritual, sothing similar to "Pen Fairy."

But this required two people.

With both Ke Yulong and Yu Haoye occupied filming and Hou Liang carrying a bunch of equipnt, Jiang Xi, as Hou Liang’s girlfriend, wasn’t exactly the best choice.

That left only one person…

His gaze instinctively landed on Qing Li.

As if sensing his stare, she raised an eyebrow and looked over.

Cen Xiu quickly put on what he believed to be his most charming smile and said warmly, "Qing Li, could you give a hand?"

Qing Li remained standing where she was, arms crossed. Her lazy fox-like eyes stared at him in silence, neither agreeing nor refusing.

The air grew still for several seconds.

Just as Cen Xiu felt his carefully maintained smile begin to falter, the woman finally chuckled and drawled, "Sure, I’ll help."

She, too, was curious—just what kind of ghost would they summon?