Staring at the familiar black mist in front of him, Rong Fan froze, eyes full of shock. Without thinking, he turned his head toward Yu Li.
Wasn’t it agreed you wouldn’t help!!
But in the next second, his expression suddenly stiffened.
The woman still sat there calmly and steadily, her aura steady, not the slightest bit disturbed.
Noticing Rong Fan’s gaze, she raised an eyebrow slightly, as if to ask why he was looking at her.
So, the black mist didn’t come from Li Mu.
Rong Fan’s breath hitched, his heart clenched, and an ominous feeling rose within him.
He stiffly turned his head, following the source of the black mist—only to meet a pair of cold red eyes. Black mist surged from the man’s body, strands floating in the air, exuding a silent oppression.
His lips trembled as he spoke with a quiver, “No… this is impossible…”
This was obviously Li Mu’s skill…
How could it appear on Bo Jingmo?
Afraid he was seeing things, Rong Fan stared fixedly at the black mist on his wrist—but the truth shattered all his hopes—this was Li Mu’s skill.
In an instant, a trace of despair flickered in Rong Fan’s eyes.
“Fake… it must be fake.”
Bo Jingmo had shown black mist before, but those were just lingering resentment from dead ghosts. Why did it suddenly become Li Mu’s skill in this instance…
“Clang——” The knife fell to the ground. Before Rong Fan could react, the man kicked him in the stomach. He grunted in pain, brows furrowing. Before he could fall to his knees, the man’s hand clamped tightly around his neck. His face flushed red instantly: “Cough…”
The man looked down at him, blood still seeping from the wound on his cheek, dripping slowly along the line of his jaw, contrasting sharply with his fair, jade-like skin. His red eyes were eerie and enchanting, tinged with an icy, bone-chilling coldness.
The sharply defined fingers gradually tightened. The man parted his thin lips, his low voice cold and composed: “Rong Fan, you killed Yang Hongjie and Chen Zhixia. You’ve violated the Peace Rule. According to the rules, you will be punished.”
Rong Fan coughed a few times with difficulty. He looked at the black mist behind Bo Jingmo, his expression mocking as he curled his lips: “Bo Jingmo… I didn’t expect this from you.”
When had it happened? And deva never discovered it.
He moved, attempting to fight back again, but the black mist tightly bound his body, rendering him completely immobile.
His eyes grew fiercer. He gritted his teeth and used an item to vanish from Bo Jingmo’s sight, reappearing several meters away.
Rong Fan retrieved his knife, frowned, and rubbed his neck. He looked up at Bo Jingmo, eyes brimming with killing intent.
“Bo Jingmo, where did you get this?”
Mindful that Yu Li was still present, Rong Fan asked in a roundabout way—but the implication was clear.
But Bo Jingmo said nothing. The black mist behind him transformed into sharp blades and suddenly lunged toward Rong Fan.
Rong Fan’s pupils shrank. He raised his knife to block the black mist.
But the black mist, which had seemed so aggressive, scattered with a “bang” the moment it touched the blade.
His expression froze. Before he could react, the black mist quickly reformed into long ropes that coiled tightly around his body. They snatched the knife from his hand with force, like a child excited to find a favorite new toy, gripping the handle and swinging it gleefully in the air.
Whether by accident or intent, the sharp tip of the blade occasionally brushed dangerously over Rong Fan’s chest, as if it would stab in the next second.
Rong Fan’s palms turned cold. He clenched his fists weakly.
It was useless. No matter how many items he used, the outcome was the same.
It was as if he had given up struggling. He turned to look at the woman on the sofa, eyes filled with complicated emotion.
Did Li Mu not notice? Didn’t she feel the black mist on Bo Jingmo looked familiar?
And from beginning to end, he hadn’t seen Li Mu take action.
Could it be… Li Mu had lost her skill?
At that realization, Rong Fan’s breath caught. He couldn’t believe it was true.
So that’s why she became an NPC? She had no power at all now?
Lost in thought, he didn’t even notice Bo Jingmo walking up to him.
The man took the long knife handed over by the black mist. Noticing Rong Fan still looking over at his wife, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the coldness in his red eyes deepened.
The next moment, without hesitation, the long blade pierced directly into Rong Fan’s eye.
Rong Fan screamed in excruciating pain, “Ah——!!”
No one present had expected Bo Jingmo to strike so ruthlessly. Everyone froze—except for Yu Li, who remained unmoved, arms crossed as she quietly watched it all unfold.
Rong Fan bent over, the agony of having his eye pierced made him nearly grind his molars to dust. Hatred surged through his chest.
【Pain suppression activated.】
Before everyone’s eyes, Bo Jingmo slowly drove the blade into Rong Fan’s heart, the blade piercing straight through his chest.
With a wet splatter, blood gushed out. Rong Fan slumped forward, lifeless.
Watching it all, Mu Chengsi’s pupils contracted.
Rong Fan… died just like that?
It wasn’t just Mu Chengsi—viewers in the livestream were utterly stunned.
【Should I just go to sleep? I think I’m hallucinating hahaha…】
【What just happened? Isn’t that black mist Bo Jingmo used the same as Li Mu’s skill? Did I see wrong? That’s Black Moon, right?】
【Yeah, bro, you saw right. That’s 100% Black Moon. I thought it was some grudge aura at first, thinking it looked familiar—but no, it’s actually Black Moon!】
【Holy sh*t, I haven’t seen Black Moon in years. How did it end up on a newbie? This isn’t what the forums said!】
【Rong Fan, forget it. Go home. This is embarrassing. You should just retire.】
【The moment I saw Black Moon, I knew there was no suspense. But wasn’t that Li Mu’s skill? How did Bo Jingmo end up with it?】
【Bo Jingmo, be honest—is your skill theft? F**k, now I know why my goddess hasn’t used her skill all this time. Did you steal it from her?!】
【No way… There’s a skill that broken? Okay, now I’m genuinely curious.】
【So what now? Rong Fan’s dead. How are they supposed to clear this instance? Mu Chengsi and Jiang Xi gonna take out Bo Jingmo and Xu Wei?】
【Lmao, asking that is like asking an ant how to kill an elephant.】
And after dealing with Rong Fan, Bo Jingmo began walking step by step toward Jiang Xi.
Her body froze. She instinctively backed away until she bumped against the sofa.
She lowered her head subconsciously, looking at the ever-silent woman beside her, and gritted her teeth. “Xu Wei, is this what you wanted?”
The woman slightly looked up at the sound. At some point, her expression had grown a little impatient.
Yu Li’s mood was indeed far from pleasant—her ears were full of the system’s frantic screams.
“Sis sis sis——I’m begging you!! Don’t let Bo Jingmo kill my female lead!!”
“Wuwuwuwu the world will collapse!!! Please! The female lead can’t die!! She has no resurrection chance! If she dies, it’s really over!!”
“Please please!! Bo Jingmo already killed her several times before! I can’t let the plot reset again!!”