Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

The small ditch has turned into a monster village made of flesh and blood. Every bluestone brick and tile that can be seen is covered with thick red flesh. They wrap around every inch of land, just like human muscles after peeling off the skin, with criss-crossing blood vessels and veins, pulsating regularly.

Wherever Zhang Chunliang looked, there was blood red.

He saw Li Zhuang, or to be more precise, a part of Li Zhuang.

He was lying on the road, more than half of his body had melted into sticky liquid, and he had lost the ability to walk. The half of his face that was not covered by red flesh seemed to still be conscious.

He rolled his eyes and saw Zhang Chunliang.

The two looked at each other for a moment, neither of them spoke, and Li Zhuang did not choose to ask for help.

He struggled to use the remaining half of his left hand to take out the voodoo doll from his arms.

Then he threw it hard towards Zhang Chunliang.

Zhang Chunliang put the doll in his arms and gestured goodbye to him.

The villagers who had not yet been completely covered by the red meat were wandering around the street. When they saw Xu Er and Zhang Chunliang, they suddenly screamed and frantically chased after Xu Er's car.

"Where is this road going?" Zhang Chunliang looked at the increasing number of NPCs behind him, pulled Xu Er's collar and asked.

"The entrance to the village. Just go a little further and you will reach the entrance to the village." Xu Er leaned his head against Zhang Chunliang's neck and suddenly turned to the side, avoiding the villagers who were roaring and rushing towards them at a fork in the road.

Zhang Chunliang was still frightened and held Xu Er's hand even tighter.

"...I didn't mean to hate you at that time." Xu Er didn't know what he remembered. He held the handlebars with one hand and patted Zhang Chunliang's arm soothingly with the other hand.

As they approached the village entrance, the screams of the villagers behind them became louder and louder.

Xu Er gently put his mouth close to Zhang Chunliang's ear and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"What?" Zhang Chunliang's mind was completely on the flesh cloud in the sky. Hearing Xu Er's words, he asked in surprise.

After a few seconds, he looked at Xu Er's red ears and suddenly realized that Xu Er was talking about the first time they met, when Zhang Chunliang accidentally touched his waist and was thrown out of the car by him.

"It's okay." Zhang Chunliang said.

"You really don't blame me? Xiaoliang, can you hold me a little tighter?" Xu Er asked more aggressively.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a rain of blood and flesh falling all over the sky at this moment, and if there weren't countless terrifying villagers chasing after the two of them, Zhang Chunliang would have felt like he had a disgusting boyfriend.

Before he could say anything, he gently slapped Xu Er in the face with his charred palm, as if blaming him for something.

"Xiaoliang, when can you throw away this strange thing?" Xu Er straightened his shoulders with some dissatisfaction and rode his bike faster.

Zhang Chunliang did not respond to his spoiled complaint. His eyes were attracted by something burning and emitting black smoke at the entrance of the village.

What was burning was a wooden frame. It was motionless, and some burnt straw and wood ash fell from it from time to time.

There was no decoration on the wooden frame anymore, and even the straw seemed to be burned clean.

Xu Er stopped his bicycle and looked at the rack in silence with Zhang Chunliang - it was Lu Zhi, he was burned to death.

The two had already walked to the village sign of the ditch, and the villagers who were chasing them seemed to have evaporated in an instant, leaving no trace.

"It's paper money, burned for the dead." Xu Er picked up a few pieces of paper that had not been burned cleanly next to the wooden shelf and identified them carefully.

The arm in Zhang Chunliang's hand turned again, and he followed its instructions and walked into a hidden forest of weeds.

"Moo-"

Several human faces screamed in pain, merging into a low mooing of a cow.

A small figure squatted beside the beef cattle, picked up some paper money and burned it.

This is the mentally ill Xiaoping who has been hiding beside Zhang Chunliang and scaring him. He is wearing a small jacket that Zhang Chunliang asked Xu Er to alter for him.

Zhang Chunliang looked down at the "Xu Aiyong's Guide" in his hand, and finally understood why the system gave him such a limited-time prop.

Without its guidance, I would probably have died inexplicably on the road to mutation like Li Zhuang and Lu Zhi.

Now, he only has one last step to escape from this collapsing world of thought.

"Xiaoping, can you take me away?" Zhang Chunliang asked.

Xiaoping ignored him and turned his back to him, burning paper money.

Xu Aiyong pointed his finger at the messy paper money on the ground.

Zhang Chunliang suddenly realized what was going on. He walked forward, picked up a few pieces of paper money, and burned them in with the fire that Xiaoping had started.

His arms twisted anxiously and almost broke free from Zhang Chunliang's hands.

Zhang Chunliang thought for a moment, picked up a few more pieces of paper money, and held them in his palm.

Xu Aiyong's palms, which had been curled up by the flames, gently opened for the first time.

The yellowed pieces of paper in its hand fell lightly into the fire, instantly igniting a fierce blue flame.

"Brother Aiyong, you're here." Xiaoping seemed to have sensed something. His dead eyes glowed with light as he looked in the direction of Zhang Chunliang.

"Are you here to see me off?" Xiaoping smiled a little sadly, "I will never come back. When I get into college, I will definitely take you out of the ditch."

The beef cattle behind him struggled to stand up, and its face, which had always been in pain, showed a relaxed smile.

“Aiyong——” the many human faces on the cow shouted in unison, “You must be well, your uncle and aunt are leaving——”

The beef cattle kept lingering at the mouth of the creek, and their obsession refused to dissipate, probably because they were worried about the two children in the creek that they cared about the most.

Xiaoping climbed onto the ox cart and waited patiently.

Xu Er looked at Zhang Chunliang somewhat helplessly. He listened to the familiar name uttered from the cow's mouth, as if he understood something, and stared at the charred arm in silence.

The arm in Zhang Chunliang's arms suddenly stretched forward, as if trying to grab something.

Xu Er then took a step forward and lowered his head in front of it.

The half-burned palm gently touched Xu Er's hair, and then suddenly turned into black smoke.

"Let's go!" Xiaoping shouted happily behind them, "Let's go out together!"

Zhang Chunliang took Xu Er's hand and got on the ox cart.

They crossed over mountains and listened to Xiaoping singing heartily on the winding mountain roads.

Xu Er took out the candy he always kept in his pocket, gave them to Xiaoping and Zhang Chunliang, and then quietly held his hand.

Gradually, the ditch disappeared, the ox in front of the ox cart disappeared, Xiaoping wearing his new jacket disappeared, and Xu Er who was holding Zhang Chunliang's hand disappeared.

Zhang Chunliang entered a dark and chaotic world and gradually lost the ability to feel anything.

"According to the latest news from our station, Senior Attorney General Qiu Ping, who was revealed to be suffering from severe depression, committed suicide by cutting his wrists with broken pieces of a wine bottle in his apartment today. He was promptly sent to a private hospital for treatment and his current condition is unknown."