Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

It was a rare night for Xiaohegou to be so lively. Several villagers hired by the players carried the coffin and walked with difficulty towards the cemetery slope at the entrance of the village.

The players followed behind the villagers with heavy and alert expressions.

It was now half past eleven in the evening, and only sporadic torches illuminated the road ahead on the dark mountain road.

Wang Er looked at everyone, nodded slightly, grabbed the round paper money in his trash basket, and threw a handful into the air.

The villagers carrying the coffin were all veterans in funeral ceremonies. When they saw Wang Er gaining momentum, they skillfully shouted the words to clear the way, signaling the wandering ghosts to make way.

"It's dark, souls are returning, Xu Aiyong - Xu Guifen - someone is paving the way for you!"

But this time, the leading villager had some difficulty shouting.

“It’s too heavy… This coffin… What on earth is in it…” A villager carrying the coffin at the head of the coffin was almost suffocating under the weight of the heavy coffin. His eyes were a little hesitant, as if he wanted to turn his head to look back, but he stopped abruptly.

——In the coffin less than half a meter behind him, a pair of dark and stiff corpse hands were standing upright in the air, with the index fingers pointing directly in the direction of the group of mourning players behind him.

This is too weird! But there is no turning back after opening the coffin, so he can only bite the bullet and earn this life-threatening money.

"Have you put the cow's tears in your eyes?" Wang Er moved his lips slightly and whispered to Zhang Chunliang beside him.

Zhang Chunliang nodded slightly.

The Cow's Tears item was obtained by Wang Er in a certain supernatural instance, and it was said to help players see ghosts. Because the quantity was limited, Wang Er gave all of the few Cow's Tears to him.

"Hide behind us, and be careful of the thing in the coffin coming back to life." She gave a few detailed instructions, then quickly walked to the front of the player team, closest to Xu Aiyong's coffin - this was her request, because Wang Er was the only one who had been to the supernatural copy and had sufficient experience in dealing with incidents such as supernatural resurrection.

Zhang Chunliang walked behind everyone and looked around nervously. Maybe it was because it was not yet midnight, but he didn't see anything strange.

Beside him, little Xu Er, who was holding his hand, had a cold and wet palm and was trying to jog to keep up with the crowd.

"It's okay, Brother Xiaoliang." Seeing Zhang Chunliang's gaze on him, he grinned and looked very strong. "I will follow you closely."

This was the name he gave to him on his own initiative when he heard those people calling Zhang Chunliang's name.

Seeing how hard he was walking, Zhang Chunliang couldn't help but frown slightly, then stopped.

"Brother? What's wrong?" Xiao Xu Er clutched his clothes nervously, "Are you still angry with me?"

Zhang Chunliang shook his head slightly and bent down gently.

"Catch up as soon as possible, don't fall behind and don't delay the journey." Seeing Zhang Chunliang stopped, Hou Kecen reminded softly.

Zhang Chunliang nodded slightly to show that he understood.

Xu Er also understood what Zhang Chunliang meant, so he smiled widely and climbed onto his shoulders with the help of Zhang Chunliang: "Thank you, Brother Xiaoliang."

He placed his little hands on Zhang Chunliang's shoulders and wrapped them around his neck with some force.

"Otherwise, I really don't know what to do."

The weight of the child made Zhang Chunliang's shoulders ache, and the cold arms made it difficult for him to breathe.

However, he was concerned that the atmosphere was solemn and it was not a good time to speak, so he did not remind Xu Er, but just insisted on following the team.

"Bang!" After walking for about 10 minutes, the villagers who were carrying the coffin finally arrived at the selected grave. They were sweating profusely and placed the coffin heavily on the ground.

"Oh my...mother." A villager gasped, and smoke almost came out of his throat.

"This is not right, this is obviously not right! We have to pay more!" The coffin was already in place, and the villagers became bolder. Knowing that this group of people still had to rely on them to fill the soil and bury the coffin, they immediately raised the price temporarily.

The players didn't want to cause conflict, so they discussed for a while, collected ten yuan and handed it to the leading villager, which made them give up.

Wang Er took a deep breath, walked to the coffin with his head held high, and took out a strange compass prop.

"Xu Aiyong? Are you there?" She called out in a deep voice, "What on earth are you worried about? We will do our best to fulfill your wish. We only hope that you can let go of worldly thoughts as soon as possible and be buried in peace!"

Wang Er's compass began to spin wildly. Several people concentrated and waited for more than a minute, but the compass showed no signs of stopping.

"Creaky, creaky..." The players heard a strange noise and looked up in surprise.

——I saw that Xu Aiyong's hand bones in the coffin were twisted into an amazing arc, and his fingers also changed direction.

That direction was not directed toward anyone present.

Zhang Chunliang had a bad feeling in his heart.

Before this, everyone thought that Xu Aiyong was pointing at himself who had eaten his tribute, but Zhang Chunliang had a vague feeling that Xu Aiyong's hand was actually pointing at his son.

It was just that Xu Er happened to be by his side at that time.

Afterwards, he calmly conducted several tests and found that when Xu Er was far away from him, Xu Aiyong's hand would slightly change direction.

This should be the hint the game gives them.

Xu Aiyong is obsessed with his son Xu Er.

But now, why did his hand suddenly change direction? Did the conditions for solving the problem change?

Xu Er was clearly still on his back.

Zhang Chunliang subconsciously touched the slightly cold little arms on his neck. Even though everyone had stopped, Xu Er still did not get off him.

"Actually... I wanted to ask you just now." Li Zhuang looked at Zhang Chunliang with a puzzled look on his face, "Why do you keep walking with your back bent? Are you injured somewhere?"

Zhang Chunliang raised his eyes blankly, as if he didn't understand what Li Zhuang said.

Suddenly, his expression changed and he finally understood.

But it was too late. He suddenly heard a burst of thin and dense laughter in his ears. The sound was very close to him, as if it would penetrate into his ears in the next second. This made him break out in a layer of white sweat.

"Brother, thank you for bringing me here. But now, I'm so hungry. Why don't you help me again?" The voice of "Xu Er" on Zhang Chunliang's back was full of excitement and malice. The corners of his mouth cracked to both sides of his ears. His big scarlet mouth suddenly opened, and he bit Zhang Chunliang's neck fiercely with fangs covered with minced meat!

Everyone was looking at Zhang Chunliang's strange behavior in confusion, only to see his face suddenly turn red, as if something invisible was strangling his neck, and he kept backing away.

Then, before anyone could react, a huge hole appeared on Zhang Chunliang's neck, deep enough to reveal the bone. The wound was jagged, like the teeth marks of some wild animal!

He looked at everyone with a blank and puzzled look, as if he had not yet reacted to what was happening.

Under the horrified and rigid gazes of the crowd, Zhang Chunliang's neck was bitten again, and this bite broke his neck alive. Then, his head slowly tilted down, and rolled to the ground with an expression of pain and confusion.