Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"Eat - this is plum cake, and this is jujube paste."

The shabby and dirty yard was still filled with a smell of burnt dust. The players were sitting on mats made of white cloth, discussing countermeasures with serious expressions.

Next to Zhang Chunliang, a small figure was busy running back and forth.

"Although I know that our comrade Zhang Chunliang is very handsome and charming, isn't it a bit too much to treat this child differently?" Li Zhuang stared at the cakes and fruits in Zhang Chunliang's hand, his tone gloomy.

"I have a prop called cow's tears here. You can apply it in your eyes when necessary... It's especially useful when you're looking at night ghosts. Maybe it can help you avoid some murderous intentions." Wang Er was seriously analyzing the night's battle strategy with everyone. She glanced at the pastries in Zhang Chunliang's hand and was suddenly stunned.

"What are you eating?" Wang Er asked.

In fact, Zhang Chunliang had no appetite at all, but he couldn't stop the child from looking at him with an eager and cute look, as if he really wanted him to taste the food he brought.

So he could only symbolically take two bites of the pastry, which tasted pretty good.

"The kid gave it to me." Zhang Chunliang coughed a little embarrassedly and asked everyone, "Do you want to try it?"

Hou Kecen's eyes widened, her mouth twitching as she asked incredulously, "Are you crazy? Why don't you think about where this kid got the food from and how dare you stuff it into his mouth?!"

Zhang Chunliang paused - he trusted Xu Er too much and basically accepted anything Xu Er brought to him. Therefore, he actually ignored the fact that Xu Er was just a child at that time.

So everyone hurriedly followed Xu Er's figure and saw that he was trying hard to climb up his parents' tribute platform and pull out the big red fruit at the innermost part.

"Snapped."

Zhang Chunliang's hands shook, and the plum cake he had just taken two bites of fell to the ground.

Xu Er seemed to sense something and turned his head to look at everyone.

"Is it not delicious?" He seemed a little disappointed, but not discouraged. He turned around and was about to pull down a plate of mung bean cakes from the other side of the altar.

"No, spit it out!" Hou Kecen's face changed and he immediately stood up, grabbed Zhang Chunliang's neck and was about to put his hand into his mouth.

Zhang Chunliang was frightened by her and looked at everyone in confusion.

"It's a recognized point in funeral-type copies that things belonging to the dead must never be touched. Didn't you see that I didn't even dare to search the mourning hall? You are going to be killed by this kid!" Wang Er had a terrible headache.

How could Zhang Chunliang, such a smart guy, be possessed by a ghost in this place? He actually dared to eat the food given by the NPC in the dungeon. Could he have been possessed by a ghost a long time ago?

At this point, the players looked at him as if he were a dead person.

"What do you want to do to him?" An angry baby voice came from behind Zhang Chunliang, and Xu Er ran over with fruit in his hand, looking aggressive.

"How can you be so conscienceless, kid? We helped bury your parents, and you dared to use the tribute to harm us?" Lu Zhi finally got the chance to take revenge on this brat. He immediately slammed the table and yelled at the child.

Xu Er was stunned for a moment, then he looked down at the fruit in his hand, then he looked at Zhang Chunliang eagerly and explained, "You can eat it. My father said the other day that I can eat whatever is on the table."

Zhang Chunliang digested Xu Er's words for a while before he reacted.

Xu Aiyong, this psychopath, actually planned his suicide in advance and even told his son that he could eat the offerings on his table? !

"What on earth is this guy thinking?" Li Zhuang complained speechlessly. He felt that this copy was a huge mental hospital.

“Maybe he’s afraid that if they die, no one will cook for his son and he’ll starve…” Lu Zhi also began to talk nonsense.

"But Zhang Chunliang is not his son. If Zhang Chunliang eats anything that the child can eat, won't he come to his door?!"

It was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and the autumn night came quickly. Hou Kecen kowtowed carefully to the mourning hall, then took out a few white candles and lit them around the players.

Xu Er knew that he had done something wrong and became much more honest. He stayed close to Zhang Chunliang cautiously, looking at him nervously from time to time, somewhat afraid that he would be driven away angrily.

"It's almost too late." Wang Er sighed deeply, "Do you have anything else to say?"

The tone of voice actually implied that Zhang Chunliang was about to die.

"I think I can still be saved." Zhang Chunliang looked at the mourning hall with a tangled look, "Is it too late for me to ask Xu Aiyong to be my godfather now?"

Even though the atmosphere was solemn at this moment, everyone couldn't help but roll their eyes.

"Wait..." Qiu Yiran suddenly shouted in fear.

Suddenly everyone's heart tightened and they couldn't help but look in the direction her fearful gaze led.

——In the dim mourning hall, with the long-burning orange-yellow candlelight, it could be clearly seen that Xu Aiyong's charred palm had changed direction at some point.

His index finger pointed stiffly at Zhang Chunliang.