Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"It appears, there is indeed a ghost here!" Wang Er stared at Zhang Chunliang's severed head on the ground with a grim expression, and finally understood why the compass kept spinning.

It turns out there was more than one ghost present.

Wang Er looked at everyone, gritted his teeth, took out a piece of talisman from his pocket, and threw it at Zhang Chunliang's body.

In mid-air, the talisman paper ignited with a fierce flame, surrounding an invisible creature in the air. The flame transformed into the shape of a little man and began to struggle and twist violently.

Everyone vaguely heard a shrill scream coming from the human-shaped flame. The villagers were already frightened. They shouted "There's a ghost" in fear and then ran away in all directions.

After half a quarter of an hour, the flames finally went out, leaving a human-shaped ash pattern on the ground, which flickered twice as if unwillingly, and finally burned out completely.

"What a pity, I didn't realize in time that he was haunted by a ghost." Wang Er stared at Zhang Chunliang in a daze, sighed, and said to everyone tiredly, "Let's go, let's go get his props - it's just the last step, we have to cheer up."

As she spoke, she did not make any movement, as if waiting for other players to go over and search the body first. However, none of the players behind her took the first step.

For a moment, they froze in place in a somewhat comical manner.

"Why are you...looking at me?" Wang Er looked at everyone in confusion, as if he was not quite sure what was going on.

Perhaps because their companions' bodies were still cold, these young players had not yet recovered from their shock, so she patiently explained, "Don't blame me for being cold-blooded. In a dungeon with a very high mortality rate, it is a customary rule for surviving players to take clues from deceased players. The system also recognizes the legitimacy of this behavior. After all, surviving players are more valuable, aren't they?"

"So, this is why you want to kill me?"

A familiar clear voice suddenly rang out in this desolate and gloomy cemetery.

Wang Er was startled and subconsciously looked at the severed head on the ground. Zhang Chunliang's head fell to the ground in a daze, his eyes wide open and cloudy without a trace of light, indeed as stiff as a dead person.

As stiff as a puppet.

"Knock, knock."

Xu Aiyong's strange coffin was lying alone on the side, and no one cared about it. At this moment, a muffled sound came from the coffin.

"Hurry...quickly lift him up...I'm going to be crushed to death..." Zhang Chunliang's weak voice came from the coffin.

Lu Zhi was the first to react. He hurriedly took two steps forward and lifted up the charred corpse lying on the right side of the coffin.

With a pair of strong and slender hands on the side of the coffin, he sat up with difficulty. After staying with two corpses for so long, his expression was a little nauseous. However, no matter how ugly his expression was, it was not as interesting as Wang Er's face at this moment.

"Are you kidding me?" Wang Er, who always had a soft voice, was so excited that her voice broke. She glared at the other players fiercely, and her peaceful face twitched hideously for the first time.

"Your technique isn't very good at all."

Zhang Chunliang patted his clothes and shook off some suspicious black residue on his body. The humanoid puppet prop was a substitute prop derived when the time limit of his "puppet master" skill expired. It can completely replicate the owner's appearance. The only imperfection is that it cannot open its mouth to speak. However, this abnormality was enough to be ignored by the woman with ulterior motives.

Zhang Chunliang raised his eyes and looked at Wang Er, who had a embarrassed and ferocious expression.

"Do you want to confess voluntarily, or do you want me to help you?" Zhang Chunliang looked at her gently with a smile in his eyes, without any anger at being backstabbed by the player just now.

"I don't understand what you are saying..." Wang Er took two steps back, his expression extremely alert.

"Sister Wang." Li Zhuang said helplessly, "I watched your live broadcast of the supernatural copy. The prop of cow's tears can make ghosts appear, but there is a very terrible side effect, that is, its smell will attract ghosts to haunt you."

Wang Er's face was pale, and he finally understood why Zhang Chunliang had not said a word since he sent the coffin on the road - probably from that time on, he had already doubted himself, so he used a prop similar to a stand-in.

Li Zhuang's informant information was a way of repaying Zhang Chunliang for helping him get rid of the Painted Skin ghost.

But even without his help, Zhang Chunliang would not be so unguarded as to use the props of a player he had only known for a dozen days on himself.

"You used the only important prop that can see ghosts on me." Zhang Chunliang said slowly: "But you deliberately placed me at the end of the team. Don't you think this is contradictory?"

As the person who needs the most protection in the team and the "eyes" of everyone, how did Wang Er feel at ease leaving him the last one to die?

She even had to find an excuse to go to the head of the team farthest from him, which was tantamount to giving Zhang Chunliang a message to some extent - that is, his existence made her more vigilant and fearful than the strange NPC Xu Aiyong with his hand raised in the coffin.

"I don't understand..." Qiu Yiran frowned, his eyes showing a trace of sadness. "We have gone through so many dangerous missions together. Sister Wang, why are you suddenly being stupid at this time?"

Wang Er tore off his gentle and harmless mask, sneered, and pointed at Zhang Chunliang: "Then I have to ask this kind-hearted player - you clearly had the opportunity to let us leave the dungeon, why did you hide the clues to pass the level?"

The players were stunned and looked at Zhang Chunliang in disbelief.

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Zhang Chunliang's expression was calm and frank.

"Ha, you don't understand? I think you should understand better than anyone else." Wang Er seemed to understand that he would not have a good ending, so he simply tore his face off with him, "I have already installed eavesdropping devices in the homes of every key person in Xiaohegou. I heard every conversation between you and the village chief Ge Qiusheng clearly!"

Zhang Chunliang still underestimated the strength of the players in the game house. People who have been struggling for survival on the brink of life and death for years will try every means to collect information.

"So what?" Zhang Chunliang faced the complicated looks of the crowd, caught the loophole in Wang Er's words, and turned the tables without changing his expression, "Since you also know the clue to pass the level, why don't you share it with everyone?"

Wang Er's expression froze for a moment, and he managed to squeeze out a sentence after a while: "...I can't find Qiu Ping, so there's no way to put him on trial."

Zhang Chunliang sighed softly: "This is exactly what I am worried about."

He looked at everyone sincerely and said, "I want to apologize to everyone here. I did hide some clues about the clearance, but I had no choice."

"The NPC who is the character for the game is still missing." He lowered his eyes with some guilt. "The side quests issued by the system are getting more and more demanding. I don't want everyone to put too much energy into finding Qiu Ping and fail the quest and fall into danger. I can only secretly entrust the NPC next to me to help everyone find him, so that everyone can be in a better state to complete the side quests."

All players knew that Zhang Chunliang had been temporarily staying at the home of a powerful NPC in Xiaohegou. After hearing his explanation, everyone's doubts were alleviated.

"We can't find him." Wang Er suddenly interrupted him, his expression a little crazy, "We are trapped here. There is no way Qiu Ping can be found."

Everyone cannot leave Xiaohegou Village, which is a fact that everyone has long accepted. However, looking at Wang Er's sad and desperate expression, everyone vaguely realized that there is another meaning in her words.

"What do you mean it's impossible to be found?" Hou Kecen asked first, with a threatening look in her eyes, "Don't be so mysterious here and disrupt the morale of the troops."

"Hehehe...Who am I?" Wang Er suddenly asked a strange question.

Without waiting for anyone to answer, she continued, "I'm a doctor. How can a doctor not recognize catgut? How can a doctor not recognize a shadowless lamp?"

Shadowless lamp? Everyone looked strange when they heard this strange term.

Only Zhang Chunliang suddenly frowned and asked.

"...shadowless lamp? Are you referring to the sun that becomes extremely glaring at certain times and makes us feel uncomfortable?"

Zhang Chunliang's heart suddenly sank. As an outsider, he might not know the specific uses of catgut and shadowless lamp, but he knew that they would only appear in one scene - on the operating table.

"What do you mean..." Hou Kecen murmured, her palms were wet with sweat.

"The ubiquitous eyeballs and the finger monsters that tried to drag us away frantically are the most common monsters we have fought in the dungeon." Wang Er took a breath and seemed to be laughing at something. "These things don't want to kill us at all. They are the embodiment of the doctors and nurses who are performing the operation. They originally wanted to drag us away from this world of thought..."

No wonder... when the sunlight is at its strongest, these organ monsters become more and more active and ferocious. That is the moment when doctors and nurses are closest to Xiaoping’s thoughts, and it is also their only way to escape from this "small ditch".

Zhang Chunliang's face turned pale, and his mind quickly integrated the information he had received.

Now, he knew that the "guilty person" was Xiaoping, but the Xiaoping in his temporary residence was obviously mentally ill and was not recognized as a subject of trial by the system. They could not leave the small ditch at all, nor could they go back to the bus to find the "driver Xiaoping".

Therefore, the only two subjects of trial are beings that cannot be captured by players.

In other words, they are not the real Xiaoping at all.

The real Xiaoping is still outside this ideological field.

At this moment, he was most likely still undergoing a dangerous operation, and no one knew how long he could hold on. But Zhang Chunliang was sure that once Xiaoping was "brain dead", all the people in his thinking world would instantly disappear.

Get out of here! Give up all the tasks! Before Xiaoping's operation fails, return to the real world and judge his crimes - this is the only way out the system leaves for them.

but.

The players looked up at the gray sky unconsciously as Wang Er laughed miserably.

I don't know since when, the sun has not risen in this dungeon for a long time...

Does this mean that there is no longer any power that can save them from this world of thought...?