Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

That night, Zhang Chunliang tossed and turned in the spacious and soft guest room.

He picked up the voodoo doll again and couldn't help but look at it carefully: "Why did Li Zhuang give you to me?"

The voodoo doll is a prop for transmitting messages, and generally recognizes its owner. This means that Zhang Chunliang can only use it as a decoration, and cannot let it transmit messages for him.

"嘤." The voodoo doll cried out in a shrill voice like a spoiled child, with an innocent look in its eyes.

After leaving Xu Er and the mad dog, it looked much better and its eyes became more lively.

"I have a guess that needs to be verified." Zhang Chunliang pinched the doll, sat up slightly, and cleared his throat.

"Li Zhuang, are you there?"

He shouted tentatively at the voodoo doll.

The baby's little green eyes looked at him moistly, as if it didn't understand what was wrong with him.

Zhang Chunliang also felt that he was a little too fanciful.

He actually thought that the players who died in Xiaoping's mind would be directly teleported to the space of the real copy. This was too outrageous. If this was true, then what was the point of him desperately running away? He might as well just stand there and wait for the villagers to eat him up.

He smiled bitterly and prepared to rest.

"I'm here." In the silence, the doll suddenly cried out sharply.

Zhang Chunliang's whole body stiffened instantly and he looked at the doll in his hand.

——The little blue eyes inlaid with agate of the doll suddenly turned a faint blood red in the dark night, and there seemed to be flowing liquid rolling inside.

"...What are you talking about? Who are you?" Zhang Chunliang's throat rolled and his voice trembled a little.

"I'm here, Comrade Zhang Chunliang. I'm Li Zhuang." The red in the baby's eyes became increasingly red.

"Are you really... not dead?!" Zhang Chunliang took a deep breath and asked incredulously, "Have you been possessed by the voodoo doll? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I didn't. I've always been by Xu Er's side." The doll raised its head and looked at Zhang Chunliang, its movements very stiff. "I sensed Xiao Bei's presence, so I could use it to pass on the message to you."

"Why don't you come to see me?" Zhang Chunliang was a little confused.

"I'm afraid I'll scare you." The doll's voice was so shrill that it sounded like crying. "I look so scary right now."

Zhang Chunliang looked at the voodoo doll in surprise: "What happened? Did Xu Er find you? Did he attack you?!"

"No." The voodoo doll shook its head slowly. "Players who died in the ditch will indeed be resurrected in this real world, but they will maintain the form they were in when they died."

No wonder, when is there still a body of eyeballs...

Wait, Zhang Chunliang looked at the voodoo doll with some dismay: "You mean... you are still the same as when you died?"

When Li Zhuang died, he turned into a pool of blood!

"…It's like this. Although I still have human consciousness, I can no longer successfully complete the mission and leave the dungeon. I can only try to find the 'key' in the dungeon and find a way to leave here." The voodoo doll's voice was choked with sobs and anxiety.

I think anyone would feel complicated if they found themselves turned into a pool of blood after regaining consciousness.

"Then... where are you now?" Zhang Chunliang frowned and asked.

Li Zhuang must be by his side, but where is he hiding?

"I'm under your bed."

As soon as the voodoo doll finished speaking, its little agate eyes suddenly exploded because it could no longer bear the conversation between the two.

After Zhang Chunliang understood what he meant, his whole body stiffened and he almost immediately turned over and got out of bed.

Although Comrade Li Zhuang was his revolutionary comrade, he still couldn't stand such a weird scene appearing next to him!

"Comrade Li Zhuang, can you still hear me?"

The voodoo doll made no more sound and fell silently on the quilt.

But suddenly, there was a sticky sound of water under his bed.

"No, no, no, no, you don't have to come out to see me!" Zhang Chunliang almost screamed, "Go find Xu Er, he must have key information, it would be most valuable for you to go to him now!"

The deep red liquid that had just poked out a corner from under the bed stopped moving silently, as if it thought what he said made sense, and then began to move towards the door with a "gurgling" sound.

He picked up the voodoo doll again only after Li Zhuang left his bedroom.

It seems that the voodoo doll is now a key prop for him to communicate with his comrades, but now it has unfortunately died because it carries too much power.

Maybe giving it a new pair of eyes could reawaken it?

Zhang Chunliang hugged the doll with lingering fear, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

A hidden red light flashed in the exquisite ornaments opposite his bed.

……

"What's wrong with your feet?"

Xu Er was sitting at the head of the table, reading a newspaper. Zhang Chunliang walked into the restaurant under the guidance of the servant.

Although he tried his best to cover it up, the slight limp in his right foot could not be hidden from Xu Er.

"I accidentally broke the doll's eyes yesterday and stepped on the fragments." Zhang Chunliang said with a bitter face.

He did not lie about this. The main reason was that Li Zhuang's appearance yesterday was so shocking that he did not feel his foot was injured. As a result, when he got up this morning, he felt a piercing pain as soon as he landed.

The dining table was filled with all kinds of exquisite meals, steaming hot, as if eagerly waiting for the owner to eat them.

Xu Er put down the newspaper, walked up to Zhang Chunliang, and looked at his feet with a frown.

Before Zhang Chunliang could refuse, Xu Er's warm and powerful hands took off his slippers, lifted his foot and carefully examined the injury.

When Xu Er didn't speak, he looked much more serious.

"There's a piece of debris stuck in the flesh. How could you be so careless?" His tone was calm, without any accusation. He gently touched the wound on the sole of Zhang Chunliang's foot with his fingertips.

It didn't hurt, but it was itchy and Zhang Chunliang subconsciously curled up his toes.

"Little friend." Xu Er raised his eyebrows and laughed again.

The servant brought tools, Xu Er rolled up his sleeves, and personally helped Zhang Chunliang pick out the splinters that had pierced his flesh. After cleaning the wound, he bandaged it with a beautiful bow.

"Let's eat." He stood up, patted Zhang Chunliang on the shoulder, and turned to wash his hands.

Zhang Chunliang touched his shoulder, which was still a little warm, in a daze, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Under the table, a sticky liquid poked his feet tentatively.

When Zhang Chunliang realized what it was, he got goose bumps all over his body.

He glanced around furtively. All the servants lowered their heads respectfully, and no one dared to peek at their master's actions.

So he picked up a few burritos and threw them under the table.

If Xu Er had not been walking slowly towards him, Zhang Chunliang really wanted to lift the tablecloth to see - how could a pool of blood eat?

"Not to your liking?"

Xu Er pulled a chair, sat next to him, and carefully prepared several delicious dishes for him.

"I want to eat that." Zhang Chunliang pointed at the steamed dumplings not far away.

Xu Er was stunned for a moment, then he pursed his lips and smiled.

I have to say, when the old man smiles like this, there is an indescribable charm.

Zhang Chunliang discovered that he could actually distinguish the emotions in every smile of Xu Er.

Many times, his gentle smile is just a disguise to lower the vigilance of his prey.

But at this moment, Zhang Chunliang concluded that he must be a little embarrassed.

He picked up a steamed dumpling that Xu Er handed to him and put it in his mouth. It tasted familiar.

It was amazing that among the table full of delicious food, Zhang Chunliang actually found the only dumpling made by Xu Er himself.

He held the steamed dumpling in his mouth and looked at Xu Er with wide eyes.

He smiled beautifully and placed a dish of vinegar next to Zhang Chunliang.

"Eat quickly, and then I'll take you to see my...uncle."