After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain
Chapter 220: Sleep Well for the Last Time

Yu Li pushed open the door. When she saw the room was empty, her brow arched slightly.

She glanced around the living room, then let out a light laugh. “Jiang Xi, I actually know you’re hiding in here.”

The woman’s voice was careless, like a high-level predator watching its prey struggle in vain.

Under the bed, Jiang Xi didn’t dare breathe. The sound of footsteps approaching in the living room made her heart rise and fall with the rhythm, pounding violently in her chest. Her hands trembled uncontrollably.

Creak—

The bedroom door opened. Jiang Xi held her breath, only able to see the woman walking slowly to the desk.

Not sure what she saw, the woman suddenly let out a laugh.

She sat down in the chair, long legs crossed, hand resting on the backrest, posture lazy, drawling:

“This room reeks of blood. Did you forget to open a window while cleaning up the corpse last night?”

Jiang Xi’s heart skipped a beat, but she clenched her teeth and said nothing.

“Ah—what do we have here? A diary.”

Soon, the sound of pages turning echoed in the air. The woman began to read the contents aloud.

“Dear residents, we bathe under the same sunlight. Under the light, there is hope, there is rebirth. So please follow the Peace Rule. A happy family is our ultimate goal.”

After reading, the woman chuckled twice and sneered:

“How awful. I told you, Mu Shichen wasn’t cut out to be the God of Peace. Even his announcement lacks any standard. He should’ve stepped down long ago, but I had to personally deal with it.”

Jiang Xi froze at those words.

What did that mean?

Could it be Mu Shichen wasn’t killed by Zhang Jialin? The real killer was… Xu Wei?

Before she could fully process it, another voice followed: “But you know, I deliberately threw this notebook under the bed. So why is it here now?”

The woman’s tone was laced with confusion—yet also with malicious teasing.

“What do you think, Jiang Xi?”

In that instant, it felt like ice had seeped into Jiang Xi’s bones under the bed. Her pupils trembled, fingertips gripping the list turned white, and her heart nearly leapt into her throat.

But amid this intense fear, a sense of inevitability emerged.

Of course—she had known Jiang Xi was there all along.

She had always known someone was under the bed and just watched as Jiang Xi performed her clumsy act.

Yu Li lazily flipped through the notebook, swinging her legs. “The floor’s filthy. Still not coming out? I’m not interested in crawling down there just to kill you face-to-face.”

After a brief silence, the sound of rustling came from under the bed. Jiang Xi crawled out, stood up, and patted the dust off her clothes.

Her hair was a bit messy, even speckled with dust, but her delicate and clean face held no expression.

Or rather, she had completely given up resisting.

But even if she was going to die, Jiang Xi still wanted to know the real story. “So, you killed Mu Shichen?”

Hearing that, the woman propped her chin on her hand and smiled, eyes curving:

“Of course—not.”

She shook her head with a laugh. “How could I have killed him? If I could’ve done it myself, I would’ve long ago.”

But Jiang Xi immediately interrupted: “So you had Zhang Jialin do it.”

Yu Li raised an eyebrow at her, but didn’t deny it.

Jiang Xi sat on the edge of the bed and spoke for the first time with such calmness.

“Because the Peace Rule restricts you. You can’t kill, so you wanted us to do it. If I’m not wrong, Rong Ya and Xiao Yun becoming monsters was also your doing. You kept distracting us—trying to make us witness Zhang Jialin kill Mu Shichen.”

After hearing everything Xu Wei had said earlier, Jiang Xi had figured it all out.

She looked down at the announcement photo, voice flat: “So Bo Jingmo is your accomplice too? You killed the God of Peace so he could become the new god.”

After listening, Yu Li leaned back in the chair and looked up at the ceiling, tone light: “You got it right—but no reward, sorry.”

“But monsters can’t kill humans. As long as we don’t do anything, you can’t win, right?”

At that, the woman let out a mocking laugh. “Can’t win?”

She suddenly tilted her head to look at Jiang Xi, lips curling up: “Why do you think I wanted Bo Jingmo to become the new God of Peace?”

As if realizing something, Jiang Xi’s once-calm expression froze, then twisted into disbelief.

Yu Li stood up, her smile growing more radiant. “That Mu Shichen brat was too annoying. He wouldn’t let me break the peace, yet he got to judge anyone who broke the rules. But really—when have monsters ever not killed people?”

She slowly reached out, brushing the dust from Jiang Xi’s hair, eyes curving gently, voice soft:

“So, sleep well for the last time.”

As the words fell, Jiang Xi’s vision suddenly went black. She completely lost consciousness and collapsed onto the bed.

【It really was true!! Now the players are doomed. Even the God of Peace isn’t on their side anymore.】

【Not quite accurate. The God of Peace was never on their side. Said to be a god of peace, but really just a monster who only allows himself to kill. Xu Wei even said it—he wouldn't let her kill, but he could kill anyone who broke the rules.】

【So... the Peace God wasn’t a good guy either?】

【Hmm… not entirely. When Mu Shichen was around, at least he could suppress the monsters. Now that he’s dead, Xu Wei’s completely unchained.】

【And she’s got a husband who enables her too. Crazy. One wants to kill, the other helps. Why does this messed-up dynamic kinda work?】

【I’ve had my eye on you. You’ve definitely turned into a shipper.】

【Hehe… just shipping this one time~】

【Even if the players lose, this is so satisfying to watch. Haven’t seen this kind of plot direction in forever. Only Li-jie can pull this off. All the other instances are just rinse and repeat.】

【Agreed!! So will Li Mu appear in the next instance too!? Need to know urgently!】

【No idea, ask the system. But Bo Jingmo probably won’t be back next time. He got lucky in this one—hitched a ride with a boss.】

【It’s fine, just this once. Bo Jingmo’s level won’t match another A-rank script that easily. Our Li Mu’s coming back solo, they won’t meet again.】

……

Dusk faded, and night gradually took over.

In the pitch-black lobby on the first floor, the clock pointed to eleven. The building was unexpectedly silent.

Silver moonlight slipped through the narrow cracks, falling on the sleeping man.

His tall figure was sprawled across the sofa. The single-seater was a bit cramped, and his posture awkward. His brows were furrowed as if his sleep was uneasy.

Suddenly, the fingers hanging toward the floor twitched, and his eyelids fluttered.

The next second, the man slowly opened his eyes.