Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang walked into the room carrying fish soup.

The Third Young Master, who would usually appear at the dinner table only after much urging, now sat in his seat in an orderly manner.

He is so well-behaved that one cannot blame him.

This guy probably had the same idea in mind.

Zhang Chunliang sneered in his heart and placed the fish soup on the table. Next to it was a plate of green vegetables that he had carefully selected. The taste was extremely similar to the bitter melon in the real world, even better.

The third young master had never seen that kind of vegetable before. Seeing that Zhang Chunliang didn't seem to notice what he had done, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He rarely made comments on the plate of vegetables, but ate his meal quietly as a chicken, praising Zhang Chunliang's carefully prepared dinner with practical actions.

He even took the initiative to pick up a piece of the vegetable he hated the most with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.

In an instant, his face turned green.

He wanted to vomit but didn't dare to. There was a hint of despair in his eyes. He looked at Zhang Chunliang for help, but found that he was staring at him coldly and ruthlessly.

Zhang Chunliang raised his eyebrows and smiled, whispering the devil's words softly: "Why don't you eat? Isn't the food I cooked delicious? I see that you treasure these meals very much. Since you don't want others to eat them, just eat them all yourself, okay?"

As expected, he was discovered. With tears in his eyes, the Third Young Master finally finished all the food with difficulty under the gaze of Zhang Chunliang, then fell on the bed, unconscious.

Zhang Chunliang looked at his miserable appearance, and the Holy Father began to feel guilty again.

The little angel Zhang Chunliang fluttered his wings to enlighten him. He was going to die anyway, so why couldn't he leave a good impression on this guy? He had to argue with him about these things. He was a lunatic and it was not the first day he knew it. He should have been mentally prepared for this.

The little devil Zhang Chunliang was so angry that he was jumping up and down. This guy didn't keep his word. He said he wouldn't kill the servants, but he pretended to obey and secretly disobeyed. If he wasn't taught a lesson, he would never know what he did wrong! Double the bitter melon! Double!

Zhang Chunliang felt a little funny and sad as he looked at the Third Young Master, who was slumped on the bed like a salted fish, as if he had lost his soul.

He really couldn't think of any way to continue living. After the Evergreen Banquet tomorrow night, he might die.

I just don’t know whether he will be killed directly by the system or transformed into a citizen.

He felt a little sad. If the Third Young Master woke up and found that Zhang Chunliang had also turned into a monster with a bent head and body, would he go crazy again?

Will he continue to live hungry and linger in this world full of hostility towards him until his last bit of strength is absorbed by the copy?

Perhaps because he knew that the Third Young Master’s original body was once a hero among human players, Zhang Chunliang did not want to see him die so miserably.

But maybe I won't have the chance to see that scene.

What method was there to complete the mission? He didn't want to die yet, and wanted to go back alive and see Shen Xingyi again.

He was really a little unwilling.

Why don’t you go and take a look at that pond? Do you remember? There are delicious fish there... The Third Young Master likes to eat them so much, so it will surely be loved by all the citizens.

Such a thought suddenly arose in Zhang Chunliang's heart. It appeared abrupt and strange, but extremely tempting.

Yes, why can't I catch another fish like that? Maybe I'll be liked by all the citizens...

As if he was caught in a strange hysteria, Zhang Chunliang's mind was full of thoughts about entering the pond. He was very sure that there was a way to break the predicament there.

His body froze in place for a moment, then began to move uncontrollably towards the pond.

This was the time when Zhang Chunliang went to the kitchen to clean up the dishes as usual. His abnormality did not attract the attention of the third young master. He just left the room seemingly calmly and walked towards the pond in the backyard.

It was already sunset, and the deep pond was covered with layers of lotus leaves. On each leaf was a delicate blood-red lotus. The shadows of the flowers in the darkness were like ghost hands waving at him.

Zhang Chunliang walked woodenly step by step towards the center of the pond, and the inky black water swallowed him silently.

There were ripples on the water surface, and then it was quiet, as if nothing had happened. He felt his limbs stiff, as if he was being manipulated forward like a puppet. His frozen brain was almost unable to think, but he still instinctively wanted to pursue the truth that he had always been puzzled about.

If there is nothing in this lake, how does a carnivorous creature like 'Long Bun' hunt prey in the pond?

How did it come into being in this pond?

For example, who was the source of the strange gaze that he had always vaguely felt was quietly spying on him and the Third Young Master from the lake?

Zhang Chunliang's head was submerged in the water. The water in front of him, which should have been pitch black, was emitting a bright light, illuminating everything under the water clearly.

The depth of this pond is shocking. The closer you get to the center, the deeper it becomes. It is definitely not a depth that the roots of ordinary plants can grow to.

Nor did they plunge into the abyss.

Zhang Chunliang watched as the long petioles under each lotus leaf continued to extend downwards... and finally pierced into the corpses floating in the water. The dense roots penetrated into the heads of the corpses, absorbing nutrients from every blood vessel, so that the faces of these people had more or less root lines, making them look like broken pottery dolls.

The corpses were dressed in clothing typical of the City That Never Sleeps, but their strange hairstyles and the objects that occasionally floated around them and did not belong to this world all revealed their identities - players.

Zhang Chunliang has always been curious about where the players who were converted by the citizens in this copy would go after the copy ended.

Now he has the answer, and he is about to become part of this group of answers.

In a corner that he couldn't see, the live broadcast room had exploded.

——Sure enough, the boss guessed it right. Where the corpse eels appear, there must be a mass grave of corpses.

——Has anyone checked how many players have entered the Never-Sleeping City dungeon? Are all the players who failed to clear the dungeon in the end in this pond? ? This scene is so shocking.

——So, the Third Young Master and this little player have been eating, drinking and bathing in the pool of 10,000 corpses all this time... Ugh, I'm numb all over now!!

——This newcomer will probably have to die here. What a pity. This is top-quality material that has been nourished by the corpse eels and the sky mother worms.

——No! I'm really optimistic about this new guy! Where's his skill? Hurry up, I can't believe he died like this!

——…I saw my mortal enemy. Two months ago, this guy mistakenly killed two players in a dungeon, mistaking them for NPCs, and there has been no news of him since then…I didn’t expect that he died here.

——Oh my god, how many people did this ghost dungeon swallow? What is the purpose of this lotus pond? !

——I have seen a similar corpse-raising pool in a certain dungeon before. The plants grown from corpses are very tonic and can be used to make top-level props. They are very useful in zombie dungeons. The lotus in this pond has been raised in the corpse pool for who knows how many years. If someone can bring it out, I will give you 100,000 points.

——Has anyone noticed that the corpses here seem to be normal? I remember that in the middle and late stages of this copy, the dead players should be deformed, with their heads and bodies folded over. Why did they become normal in the pool?

——I have a bold guess. My third brother once said that the water here can help people heal their wounds. Is it possible that we are all wrong? In fact, these people are gradually returning to normal after being immersed in the water, and they may even be resurrected in the end?

——The person above, you really think too highly of the Game House. It would like all of us players to be turned into fertilizers to provide it with energy. It is impossible for it to be so kind.

——Stop arguing, this new guy is doomed, and I’m already feeling bad about my deposit.

Zhang Chunliang felt suffocated, and the fear of dying made him tremble all over.

He was not hallucinating. The faces of countless corpses in front of him slowly turned towards him. In an instant, it seemed that millions of languages ​​converged in his mind.

Save me... Save me... Come quickly, save me...!

What should he do? He couldn't even save himself, how could he save these people?

Among the dense crowd of corpses, there was a very penetrating line of sight, looking directly at Zhang Chunliang.

An invisible gravitational force pulled him into the crowd of zombies without any resistance.

Zhang Chunliang's lungs hurt so much that they almost exploded, but he had no way to save himself.

He could feel the cold, soft bodies around him, as if they were trying their best to keep him, but his body was drifting uncontrollably towards the depths.

Until I ran into a cold embrace.