Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

The wooden door of Li Zhuang's room was a little deformed, so he found some wood chips to block the hole to prevent the cold wind from coming in.

It was 5:30 in the afternoon, and Li Zhuang felt that the room was terribly dark. He took out a candle, lit it, and then took out the confession letter in the light.

[I am guilty, I am a gangster, I am a murderer.]

I saw her in an alley that night. She was wearing cool and revealing clothes, very modern. I thought she was a lady from the red light district.

I lost my mind because I hadn't had sex for a long time because my wife was pregnant.

The woman begged me not to do it, but I couldn't help myself and I defiled her.

I thought that after this she would accept her fate and live with me from now on, but when I wasn't paying attention, she ran to the street to ask passers-by to report the incident to the police.

My mind went blank at that moment and I didn't know what I had done. When I came to my senses, the woman had been stabbed to death by me.

I am guilty, I plead guilty, and now I have nothing more to say.

Please help me return the bag that was dropped in the alley to my wife when the accident happened. It contains the sour dates that she wants to eat. If you want to shoot me, please wait until my wife gives birth and tell her. She is now in her advanced stage of pregnancy and cannot stand the stimulation. 】

Li Zhuang's lips were pale and he couldn't help but tremble his hands as he placed the confession letter on the candle.

Sure enough, just like the previous times, the candle flame had no way of touching the letter. The flame was squeezed and twisted, and was gradually about to go out.

Li Zhuang took a tired breath and put the letter back on the table.

A white hand gently embraced his neck, and the woman asked softly against his neck: "Li Lang, what are you doing?"

Li Zhuang's whole body was stiff, cold sweat soaked his entire back, he seemed to recall the evil scene of yesterday.

In fact, during the time that Li Zhuang lived in this family, he often felt that strange things were happening.

For example, when he went out on a mission, when he came back, the mess in his room had been cleaned up by someone else - for this reason, he was quite worried for a while, fearing that his confession would be dug out.

In addition, he found that his originally damp, dirty and smelly quilt gradually had a moving fragrance.

The smell prevented him from sleeping well at night. He felt hot and uncomfortable all over and always had erotic dreams. After waking up, he was often listless and his body began to lose weight at an alarming rate.

Until yesterday, the snail girl finally showed up.

She had delicate features, charming eyes, a beautiful forehead and eyebrows, and a sweet smile. She suddenly appeared when Li Zhuang was about to take a rest, and called out Li Zhuang's name with a sweet smile.

Li Zhuang looked at the naked woman in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and his whole body shook uncontrollably - not because he was greedy for the woman, but because his adrenaline was forced out by the horrifying scene in front of him.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, she cannot hide the fact that she is just a piece of paper. With her every frown and smile, she keeps folding and swinging in the dim light, and wrinkles appear on her beautiful face.

Li Zhuang simply couldn't imagine how this woman had been able to lie on top of him and absorb his yang energy after he fell asleep these days!

And he even knew the origin of this woman - his eyes uncontrollably looked at the pornographic book that he had thrown far away. It was the first day he came here, and the thin and wretched owner gave it to him.

The pornographic book now only has a thin cover, and the inner pages have all disappeared.

Li Zhuang suddenly felt something was wrong and threw the chair next to him.

The woman was clearly only a thin piece of paper, but when his chair hit her it was as if she had hit a hard rock, breaking into pieces.

Li Zhuang took out three or four attack props in succession, but all his attacks were like a drop in the ocean when facing the paper female ghost, and could not cause any damage at all.

"Li Lang, I was so eager to see you, and this is how you treat me?" The woman was about to cry, with tears of blood accumulating in her eyes. She slowly stretched out her wrinkled paper face, raised her eyes, and stared at Li Zhuang without blinking.

"Cui Er is so sad, Li Lang, what can you give me to compensate me?"

The sobbing and resentful crying came from all directions of the dilapidated earthen house. Li Zhuang's eardrums burst and blood flowed out. At this moment, he was about to lose his mind, and a trance-like ambiguous smile appeared on his face: "I, I want to sleep with you..."

It's done, he's done.

In the last moment before he lost his sanity, he summoned his voodoo secret doll, which could help him gather information at night and also help him pass on the information.

"Save me--" he screamed miserably at the last moment.

The voodoo doll was activated, and its flexible little body passed through the deformed wooden door and took away some straw clippings that were blocking the door - those were the straws that Li Zhuang had collected from Lu Zhi, which were very tough and durable, and were very sturdy and airtight when used to block the door.

The howling wild wind blew in from the open door, and the paper ghost's body made a crisp sound when blown.

"It's okay, Li Lang, I will make your night an unforgettable one." The female ghost kept deforming and twisting in the wind, and a hideous and excited smile appeared on her beautiful face.

……

"Save me--" Li Zhuang's shrill voice came from the voodoo doll's mouth.

It originally planned to go into Zhang Chunliang's room, but it never expected that there was a figure standing at the door of Zhang Chunliang's room, guarding there motionlessly.

After the voodoo doll screamed for the first time, he tore its head off without hesitation.

Xu Er did not expect that the strange human head with its head torn off could still roll on the ground and scream.

The miserable cries for help gave me a headache.

Xu Er frowned and looked back. Zhang Chunliang's room was very quiet and he seemed to hear nothing - what was Xiaoliang doing? Was he asleep?

At the moment when Xu Er was distracted, the headless witch's body that he had torn off escaped from his grip and began to run for its life holding its own head.

——But the yard entrance is no longer accessible.

The scary big dog guarding the gate had been awakened the moment it entered the door, and was now silently blocking the direction of the gate. Its cold and terrifying eyes slowly looked at the uninvited guest, with a trace of saliva flowing from its mouth.

The cry for help in the voodoo doll's mouth choked for a moment, and it turned around without hesitation and ran towards the kitchen in panic.

When it was squatting in the stove, holding its head and shivering, a pair of long legs appeared at the stove mouth.

"Save me--" it shouted uncontrollably from its mouth.

"It's screaming too loudly. It will disturb Xiaoliang. Take it out." The man's voice was gentle and calm, but the voodoo doll could understand some human language, so it shook even more violently.

It heard a low "woop" coming from outside the door, and then a big dog's head with malicious intentions appeared at the stove.

The voodoo doll can only transmit information and has no ability to harm others - and even if it has the ability to attack, it doesn't think it can hurt these two scary guys.

So it could only bark as it was carried away by the dog without any resistance.

"Ah, just right." Xu Er pinched its saliva-stained head and looked at it for a moment. Suddenly, a trace of creepy excitement appeared in his eyes.

Xu Er pressed the voodoo doll's head against his arm and said, "Good boy, open your mouth."

Under his irresistible command, the voodoo doll opened its mouth with tears in its eyes.