Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

The rescued search team members quickly dealt with this alien species which had weak combat power.

They used a special spray to aim at the plastic model that was trapped in the human skin. They sprayed a few pumps of blue liquid. After a shrill scream, the model instantly shattered into pieces.

Someone rummaged through the debris for a while, took out a gray stone, and said with some regret: "It seems that he is not the big boss in the mall, but just a small minion."

"Isn't there only one alien species in this mall?" Zhang Chunliang asked, looking at the stone.

Facing the savior who had just rescued him, the search team member holding the stone spoke kindly: "Powerful aliens will develop their own supporters and bring them into their own territory to survive. This can not only attract more prey, but also form a barrier to resist the enemy."

"What's in that spray you use to deal with it?"

The search team members looked at each other with embarrassed expressions.

They are all professional team members in the Fuyuan base. Every mission is equipped with special xenobiotic inhibitors made in the base. The main material of the inhibitor is the blood of the divine creature in the Fuyuan community.

Now that the magical object has been lost, the inhibitors are becoming less and less, and all information about it is strictly required to be kept confidential.

Zhang Chunliang didn't ask any more questions. He smiled and changed the subject: "The elevator stopped."

The elevator behind the few people stopped running the moment the model alien died, which seemed to mean that the infinite loop of space was broken.

"Thank you very much for your help." A tall search team member seemed to be the leader. He stepped forward and handed his ID card to Zhang Chunliang, which read Liu Keyi, deputy captain of search team seven.

"After you get out, you can use my ID card to go to the logistics department to redeem your points for seven consecutive days."

Official team members will get twenty points a day, and Liu Keyi's thank-you gift was very sincere and practical.

Zhang Chunliang did not refuse and put the ID card into his pocket.

"Please go down this staircase." Liu Keyi smiled, "The floor below has been cleaned."

The search team members cannot escape from here, they must continue to move upwards until they kill all the aliens or die - working under Cen Jiuyue, the cost of being a deserter is not much better than being killed by the aliens.

Zhang Chunliang then said goodbye to the group of team members and walked downstairs with a little tail.

"I... my idol." Seeing that a large number of people had left, Wang Jun followed closely and asked Zhang Chunliang stutteringly, "Can we exchange contact information after we get out? I still have some points here, and I want to give them to you..."

"Let's talk about it after we get out." Zhang Chunliang responded casually as he observed the layout of the third floor.

The third floor seemed to be a special store for baby products. The entire floor was in tatters, with the goods scattered all over the floor, as if there had been a fierce battle here.

"I woke up on this floor." Wang Jun swallowed his saliva. "The alien here is a children's doll. It will randomly ride on the back of a person and ask him to play a game with it. If the person loses the game, he will be eaten by it."

Wang Jun saw with his own eyes a tall and strong man who lost the game of rock-paper-scissors and had his entire head bitten off.

He was lucky because the doll was killed by the search team before it was his turn.

"If the alien species are killed, will the pollution disappear?" Zhang Chunliang looked at the rubber toys in the sand castle not far away and felt a little moved.

"It stands to reason... that's the case."

Zhang Chunliang took off his backpack and put some bouncy marine animal toys into it.

"My idol is so childlike!" Wang Jun was simply praising her with his eyes closed. He ran to a baby clothing store nearby and dug out a few pink dresses. "Maybe I'll need these in the future!"

He hasn't forgotten that Zhang Chunliang in his previous life would be a super awesome alien dad in the future, so it's better to prepare baby clothes and other things as soon as possible.

Zhang Chunliang stared at the small clothes for a moment with a subtle look on his face, which made Wang Jun feel creepy. He asked tremblingly: "...or...should I put them back?"

Zhang Chunliang took it and smiled at him gently: "Thank you, it's thoughtful."

Wang Jun breathed a sigh of relief, the heat in his body subsided, and he even felt a cool breeze blowing on his neck.

"Hehe..." A childish laugh suddenly sounded in his ears, sharp and ethereal, "Let's play a game?"

Wang Jun felt something wet and cold on his neck, as if something was riding on his neck.

He seemed to realize something, his eyes widened slightly, his mouth lost its color, and began to tremble slightly.

A pair of cotton hands stained with crimson blood came up to him: "How many candies do I have in my hand? If you guess right, I'll give them all to you. If you guess wrong, you'll be punished~"

Zhang Chunliang on the opposite side could clearly see the bloody doll that appeared on his neck - its prototype was probably a chubby little rabbit, which had lost its original color at this time. Because it was full of blood, a slight movement would squeeze out the fishy-smelling blood and flesh foam, which slowly flowed down Wang Jun's neck into the collar.

Zhang Chunliang frowned. He realized something and suddenly looked up at the ceiling. He said hurriedly, "These alien species were not killed... or rather, they can be resurrected."

At this moment, the ceiling of this floor underwent strange and silent changes. Under each chandelier, some infant and young children's products were hung with a bloody sausage.

Milk bottles filled with yellowish brain matter, baby clothes made of thin human skin, milk powder cans that were constantly leaking blood... they came down densely without any wind.

"How many candies do I have in my hand?" the cotton doll asked happily, "Answer me quickly."

Wang Jun looked at Zhang Chunliang with uncontrollable despair in his eyes.

The cotton threads on the doll's mouth behind him broke, revealing rows of sharp teeth: "Why don't you answer? Tell me now, tell me now!! Don't you know?"

Its childish voice suddenly became eerie and hoarse, carrying an excitement that seemed to be eager to try.

Wang Jun didn't dare to answer. The doll had played this game with people before. The number of candies in its hand could be changed at will. No one could guess the correct answer. This was a game in which one was doomed to die.

Zhang Chunliang could also guess that this was a trap. His eyes darkened and he looked behind Wang Jun.

The elevator that had stopped a long time ago began to move up and down again. In the gaps between the elevator steps were human remains that had been squeezed into meat paste. It seemed that it was impossible to escape from here.

If Wang Jun dies, he will be the next.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..." The doll's voice became more and more urgent, leaving no time for people to think. Wang Jun felt dizzy and subconsciously wanted to say a number.

"Don't talk." Zhang Chunliang decisively interrupted the answer that was about to come out of his mouth.

Wang Jun covered his mouth almost reflexively, closed his eyes tightly, and waited for his fate like a quail.

"One..." The doll's countdown ended, but there was no movement.

Because Wang Jun did not "guess wrong" the answer, it cannot impose any punishment.

The eyeballs on the baby's face were picked out from someone unknown, and they were now moving flexibly. They looked at Zhang Chunliang sinisterly with a look of extreme resentment.

Then, it slid down from Wang Jun's body, lay on the ground with a sticky sound of water, and crawled softly towards Zhang Chunliang.

"There's a reward for guessing right and a punishment for guessing wrong, so if you don't give it an answer, nothing will happen. As long as you open your mouth, you're implicitly accepting its game." Zhang Chunliang stepped back, thinking about his next step calmly.

Wang Jun looked around tremblingly, picked up a building block and threw it at the cotton doll that was crawling towards Zhang Chunliang.

"You haven't finished playing the game with me yet... Don't look for him!" Wang Jun shouted, mustering up the courage.

Looking at the cotton doll that was hit on the head by him and was slowly turning towards him, Wang Jun asked uncertainly: "Idol...you won't die if you don't answer the question...right?"

"That depends on what game it's playing." Zhang Chunliang glanced at the angry blood doll and said honestly, "I think it probably won't want to play candy guessing with you in the next game."

Wang Jun: “…”