【Ahhhh! Oh my god!!!】
【Hurry up and get it on outdoors!! I wanna see!!】
【Camera crew, I love you!!! This is exactly what I came for!!】
【Frantically screenshotting! Who said the lighting was bad? This moonlight is perfect!】
【Ghost-human romance, sob sob I love this trope!!】
【That's my queen!! So domineering, going straight for a ghost, so spicy!】
【Bo Jingmo, if you reject her now, you're not a real man!】
【No need to worry, look how he can't even let go of her waist!】
【More than that - his eyes are practically glowing.】
【He's so whipped. Called it - she's carved right into his heart.】
Bo Jingmo narrowed his eyes, cradling the back of her head as he tilted up to kiss her eyelids, planting light pecks on her nose, cheeks, and finally the corner of her lips - leaving no spot untouched.
His satisfied gaze darkened as his Adam's apple bobbed, voice rough. "Proof enough?"
Yu Li gripped his wrist, about to speak when Bo Jingmo's expression suddenly turned glacial. His sharp gaze, like icy blades, snapped toward a nearby bush.
Following his line of sight, Yu Li squinted into the dark night. "Who's there? Show yourself."
Someone hastily whispered from behind the foliage: "It's me!"
Zhang Can hunched as he emerged, instinctively glancing at the ghost-human pair before immediately looking away under the man's frigid stare.
Okay. Message received.
Yu Li observed the "suddenly" appearing Zhang Can and signaled Bo Jingmo to release her so she could stand.
Zhang Can cleared his throat, launching into their rehearsed script. "Ahem...Yu Li, didn't I tell you Bo Jingmo lost his memory? See? I was right."
The woman nodded agreeably. "Absolutely correct. Bo Jingmo did lose his memory, but no matter - he knows me now."
"Then about that video you promised...?"
This was precisely why Zhang Can had come.
"You definitely caught footage of Yu Wenlin and that old Taoist committing murder. You said if I gave you intel on Bo Jingmo, you'd hand it over."
Once this footage got out, it wouldn't just be small-time gossip anymore.
Yu Li's face lit up with realization as she plucked a miniature camera from her collar.
Smiling sweetly, she extended her hand. "Of course I filmed it. Right here - come get it."
Zhang Can moved to approach but suddenly froze, expression shifting dramatically.
Wait...something's off.
Under the moonlight, the beautiful woman's face radiated gentle amusement, her mesmerizing fox eyes glimmering as she innocently offered the camera, appearing completely harmless.
Yet the towering man behind her emanated tendrils of black mist, his dark pupils bottomless, jaw clenched tight like a guard dog radiating danger.
Zhang Can's mental alarms blared as he instinctively stepped back.
Before he could voice his realization, Yu Li had already issued a cold command.
"Bo Jingmo, cover his mouth."
Zhang Can's pupils contracted as inky fog materialized to seal his lips.
Holy hell, he'd been played! But why?
Wasn't he supposed to be Yu Li's ally? Their plan was simple - as her friend who'd discovered Bo Jingmo's whereabouts, he'd secretly informed her so they could lure the ghost back together...
A sudden realization made Zhang Can's furrowed brows relax, replaced by wide-eyed shock.
This woman was destroying evidence!
Meanwhile, the live chat exploded with comprehension.
【Holy shit, she's killing Zhang Can to bury the truth.】
【After confirming Bo Jingmo's amnesia, she's covering her tracks as the murderer by eliminating witnesses.】
【Damn, she's insane. That's my queen.】
【Thought Zhang Can was about to score big, instead he's about to score a grave.】
【I suspected something when he gave her so much intel, even revealing Bo Jingmo's amnesia. Thought they were tight, but wow...】
【Wait, speaking of which, that old Taoist...】
【NO WAY!! The car's water!!?】
Exactly as predicted, when Qi Mai and Yu Wenlin rushed to the roadside upon receiving news, they found the Taoist inside a vehicle clutching his throat, emitting guttural wails of agony.
His pallid face contorted, wrinkles bunching like writhing insects as he weakly pawed at the door, curled fetal on the seat.
Qi Mai yanked the door open to help, immediately pulling out his phone for an ambulance.
But the Taoist grabbed his arm. "No...point."
Forehead slick with sweat, blood trickling from his mouth, he managed a bitter laugh: "Knew it...that woman's no saint."
Having committed countless evils, this was just karma biting back.
Locking eyes with Yu Wenlin, he swallowed blood and spat out the hard truth.
"Boy, you've been duped. That woman killed Bo Jingmo."
Qi Mai startled: "She's the killer?"
"Right. And everything she did wasn't to help you escape Bo Jingmo...she was using your souls to test whether he'd really lost his memory!"
If Bo Jingmo retained memories and sought revenge, these collected souls would shield her from harm.
But if he truly had amnesia, she'd wipe the slate clean to continue their relationship undisturbed.
Yu Wenlin's face darkened with dawning horror. "That fucking bitch..."
He'd been played by an NPC!
"Now that she's confirmed his amnesia and plans to take that demon back, she's eliminating evidence. While Bo Jingmo's still weakened—"
The Taoist suddenly vomited blood mid-sentence. Wiping his mouth with trembling hands, he gasped:
"You must restore Bo Jingmo's memory! The key's in the woman's blood...and that pouch capable of destroying him? She's carrying it!"