Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"You are insulting me. You are trying to frame me with just a meaningless letter. You are in the same group with those dirty and ugly beasts!" The conductor's eyes were angry and gloomy, and his chest was heaving violently.

Zhang Chunliang made a downward gesture, signaling him to calm down, and then corrected him: "It's not a frame-up, it's a reasonable suspicion based on the loopholes in your description. As the leader of a car, those strange tentacles didn't kill you, but just fixed you to the seat, which is really strange."

The purpose of those tentacles seemed to be simply to prevent the conductor from touching the instruments that drove the train.

"What happened? These tentacles suddenly started to riot, but they didn't hurt you, but just eagerly took over the train. During that time - what did you do?"

"They...! Of course, it's because they want to control the people in this car!!" The conductor roared angrily and slammed his palm hard on the seat.

"Oh... take over and control the people on this train." Zhang Chunliang nodded, smiled, and asked in return: "Since they can easily control the people on this train, why would they put human corpses in the refrigerator to preserve them? Isn't this a waste of energy?"

The conductor suddenly lost his voice, his lips trembled violently, and his whole body was shaking.

"Actually, it's you who really wants to control the people on the train." Zhang Chunliang's tone darkened.

The conductor looked at him, his face twitched twice, and suddenly burst into laughter.

He clapped his hands and laughed, leaning back and forth in his seat. The violent movement caused the flesh connecting him to the seat to begin to break apart, making a sound like cloth tearing.

"That's wonderful," he said. "Your clever brain is perfect for me to feed on."

He was finally at a loss for words after being refuted, and simply dropped all his disguises.

Zhang Chunliang's muscles tensed up. He knew that the biggest danger on this train was about to occur.

The scenery outside the bright window began to change dramatically. The rows of trees became twisted and dry, the grass turned into palms stretched toward the sky, and the sky turned into some kind of strange flesh membrane, expanding and contracting.

The tracks along which the train was running were covered with blurred flesh and broken bones, some of which had already dried up, while others were splattered with blood and flesh as the wheels rolled over them.

The cab suddenly began to shake slightly, and densely packed faces floated and struggled in the walls. After a few breaths, they suddenly broke through the iron sheet and rushed out.

The group of heads were connected to the carriage only by a scarlet bloody intestine, like a group of released balloons, looking down at Zhang Chunliang from above.

Some of the various heads in pain looked unfamiliar, but some were passengers that Zhang Chunliang had seen on the train not long ago.

They twisted their heads like poisonous snakes, shrank back, then suddenly opened their smelly and sticky mouths and pounced towards Zhang Chunliang.

Zhang Chunliang was well prepared. He took out a machete from his backpack and chopped it down diagonally. The heads rolled all over the ground like picked wild fruits.

They turned into blood and melted into the car body, and then emerged from behind Zhang Chunliang in an instant.

Zhang Chunliang quickly retreated to the door of the cab and tried to open it, but the door handle turned into a pair of sharp teeth and bit down hard on his palm.

Suddenly his left hand was covered in blood.

The person outside the door seemed to sense some unusual movement and started banging on the door frantically.

The conductor in the driver's seat stretched his arms and head, and leaned towards Zhang Chunliang unsteadily.

"I'm going to eat your brains right off." He grinned and said happily.

The slender arms were like a pair of clumsy tentacles, trying to wrap around Zhang Chunliang.

However, before he could touch this fresh and delicious flesh, several tender red tentacles poked out from Zhang Chunliang's collar, first hooked around the conductor's arm, and the small suction cups on the tentacles moved, revealing sharp teeth, and bit down fiercely -

"Ah!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" This was probably the second time the train conductor was badly bruised after his mutation - the first time he felt pain was when the blueberry ball that was contaminated by his soul was suddenly swallowed up.

"Beast! I will, I will kill you! Ahhhh!" He screamed madly, his eyeballs were bloodshot and black blood was flowing from his mouth and nose.

Suddenly the whole train began to shake wildly.

Zhang Chunliang accidentally tripped over the head entangled with his legs, fell backwards and fell to the ground.

This gave the heads an opportunity to take advantage. In an instant, several teeth marks were left all over his body, and blood was oozing out of the wounds.

The little octopus stretched its body as wide as possible, wrapping Zhang Chunliang's head and upper body tightly. Then it let out a silent scream -

After a few seconds, a low, ear-piercing whistle that made people's ears ring echoed from all directions of the train, as if responding to the voice of the little octopus.

Zhang Chunliang felt a sharp pain in his eardrum, warm blood flowed out of his ear, and then he could no longer hear any sound.

Amid a dizzying sound wave, all the strange heads began to shrink and hide in the wall, but before they could fully reach in, they exploded like ripe fruits.

Bloody meat paste and yellow-white brain matter splattered all over the cab. Zhang Chunliang survived thanks to the protection of the little octopus, but the silver-blue little octopus turned red.

It looked a little broken.

Before Zhang Chunliang had time to comfort it, he saw the wall began to move again.

"No way, coming again?" This time, he was also a little overwhelmed.

However, what came out this time was no longer a human head, but a group of purple-red tentacles. They swayed from side to side like living things, observed the cab, and then pounced on the terrified conductor, twisting his thin neck and twisting it a few times like twisting a bottle cap.

Zhang Chunliang could no longer hear any sound, but he still hallucinated the sound of a soda bottle exploding.

The conductor's head was easily removed, and then half of his body was tightly wrapped by tentacles.

Inside the suction cups of the purple tentacles were spiral sharp teeth, which quickly chewed the conductor's flesh and blood until nothing was left of him.

There was a loud bang from the door behind me.

The deputy conductor rushed in with a group of train attendants. He glanced around the cab angrily, then looked at Zhang Chunliang with his eyes wide open in surprise.

Zhang Chunliang finally couldn't hold on any longer, vomited a mouthful of blood, and then fainted.