Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"This is really ridiculous. How big a hatred do his parents have with Qu Anran that they need to lock him up here to punish him?" Zhang Chunliang laughed in disbelief. He didn't understand what Niu Lili and the others were doing.

"Liangliang." Chen Yue looked at the harmonious family of three passing by them and said in a lighter tone, "Maybe Niu Lili and the others didn't lock Qu Anran up here because they hate him."

"My mind is in a mess right now." Zhang Chunliang looked a little depressed, "But I still have to thank you."

He stretched his muscles and slowly pushed Chen Yue's wheelchair back.

Most of the credit for Zhang Chunliang being able to find the answer to the main task so quickly should go to Chen Yue.

He didn't know what method Chen Yue used to make Zhang Chen, an NPC with strong attack power, so afraid of him. He even swallowed his anger and dared not resist when Zhang Chunliang made things difficult for him.

——But he knew that if it weren't for Chen Yue's existence, his vacation might have been extremely dangerous and difficult, not to mention completing the main quest so smoothly.

After hearing what Zhang Chunliang said, Chen Yue's mood became visibly depressed. He pursed his lips gently and lowered his eyelashes.

Zhang Chunliang stopped and looked at Chen Yue hesitantly, asking uncertainly: "...Did I say something wrong, Chen Yue? You seem a little unhappy."

"You can say 'thank you' to anyone who has helped you, Liangliang, but you don't need to say that to me." Chen Yue didn't look at him. His tone was calm, as if he was stating the simplest fact, "You can use me as much as you want until I lose all my value. As long as you need me, I will be satisfied."

Zhang Chunliang touched his head calmly and said, "Good, no fever."

It looks like he's ill.

Perhaps it was the original body of Chen Yue's soul - Comrade Shen Xingyi, who had once experienced a heart-wrenching separation of life and death with Zhang Chunliang. That kind of fear and anxiety was imprinted on every fragment of his soul, so that the fragments would often unconsciously show extremely sensitive dependence and panic, as if they were always worried that Zhang Chunliang would abandon him.

"Okay, okay, little darling Chen Yue, you are of course the most important to me." He replied perfunctorily, "Now I need you to help me do something very important - can you press the doorbell?"

Chen Yue nodded modestly, then stretched out his arms and rang the doorbell of Zhang's house.

Zhang Chen, with a swollen pig-like face, opened the door timidly.

"It seems to be a little more swollen than before." Zhang Chunliang looked at it carefully and said, "Don't play games tonight, brother, take good care of your skin."

After hearing his words, Zhang Chen almost shed tears.

Probably to welcome Qu Anran's arrival, Zhang's mother prepared a table of very sumptuous food. Zhang Chunliang took a quick look and fortunately, there were no strange ingredients.

"Auntie's cooking skills are great." Qu Anran did not hesitate to praise. He sat at the dining table, eating dinner in a trance without raising his head for a moment.

Zhang Chunliang knew that this guy was starving. Even if a bowl of dog food was placed in front of him, he would still eat it with relish.

But it has to be said that Qu Anran's performance was simply amazing for Zhang's mother.

She was a very traditional housewife. The recognition of her cooking was the best compliment to her. She began to pick up food for Qu Anran non-stop, her eyes were very kind and gentle: "Eat more, Xiaoran. You are so thin that you can be blown down by a gust of wind. Eat more of Auntie's food and gain some strength."

Grow up a little more strength so you can continue beating your precious son? Zhang Chunliang complained calmly beside him.

Father Zhang on the side behaved in a completely different manner from Qu Anran. He kept slamming pots and chopsticks, making harsh noises, implying his dissatisfaction.

"What the hell is this? There's not even a hint of meat!" Zhang's father frowned seriously and swept his gloomy eyes over Zhang Chunliang.

Zhang Chunliang is the only player here. In some ways, he is different from Qu Anran and Chen Yue. As a player, his flesh and blood are extremely attractive to the Zhang couple.

Faced with this delicious dish that he couldn't eat for a long time, Zhang's father was obviously unable to hold back any longer.

"We have to go to school tomorrow. Tonight, have dinner and go to bed early." He said slowly, his sticky eyes lingering on Zhang Chunliang.

Zhang Chunliang didn't eat much food. He was worried that the food might contain hypnotic drugs, so he spit out every bite of food without making a sound.

After finishing their meal, they began to allocate rooms for resting at night.

Zhang Chen was almost going crazy: "I don't want to live in the same room with Qu Anran - Wang Hongfang! He is a rapist! How dare you put him and me together?!"

"We rapists also have our own tastes and aesthetics. Please don't insult us like this." Qu Anran said politely, "Compared to you, I like your brother's style better. Can we sleep together tonight, big brother?"

Zhang Chunliang: “…”

Chen Yue: “.”

Zhang Chen: "..."

"Ah, it's okay if we go together with three people." Qu Anran's expression was full of excitement, "I'm not here to destroy you, I'm here to join you."

Zhang Chunliang said to Chen Yue calmly, "I said there was something wrong with the meal tonight. Qu Anran obviously has a brain injury."

"We can pry it open and see later." Chen Yue suggested gently.

Wang Hongfang did not insist too much and quickly agreed to Qu Anran's request to sleep on the floor in Zhang Chunliang's room.

"Good night, children, and have a good dream." Before leaving, Zhang's mother stared at Zhang Chunliang with a meaningful smile on her lips.

Zhang Chunliang's room was still in the same mess as it was during the day. The mattress cotton that had been violently chopped was scattered in every corner of the room. Zhang's mother did not clean the room for him.

This is not a good sign, because it means that Zhang's mother has already broken off relations with him and is too lazy to even pretend.

Qu Anran looked at the mattress fragments all over the floor, not knowing where to put his feet. He tactfully suggested, "Why don't I go sleep with Zhang Chen? I can tell him that I've suddenly changed my taste."

"You'd better not do this, Wang Hongfang will definitely hack you to death." Zhang Chunliang casually kicked away the garbage at his feet and prepared to sleep on the floor tonight.

The three of them worked for a long time before they cleaned up the space in the room and then spread clean bedding on the floor.

"I've always wanted to chat with my friends before going to bed." Qu Anran sat on the floor and chatted with Zhang Chunliang with great interest, "I think I will be too excited to sleep tonight."

"Snapped".

While the two were talking, the whole room suddenly fell into darkness. At that moment, all sounds disappeared and Zhang Chunliang could only hear the increasingly intense beating of his own heart.

He raised his head warily and looked towards the window - he didn't know when the entire community fell into a gloomy silence, and even the lights of the street lamps were extinguished.

Zhang Chunliang pushed Qu Anran beside him, but he did not respond and had fallen asleep with even breathing.

"Chen Yue, are you okay?" Zhang Chunliang was silent for a moment and asked softly.

In the darkness, everything lost its original appearance, and only a cold moonlight vaguely reflected the layout of the room.

Zhang Chunliang had forgotten where Chen Yue was before the lights were turned off, so he could only wait patiently for Chen Yue's response.

"I'm fine, Xiaoliang." A gentle and familiar voice suddenly came from behind Zhang Chunliang, "But my wheelchair seems to be stuck by something, can you come over and help me take a look?"

Zhang Chunliang breathed a sigh of relief. He straightened his body slightly and turned his head with a normal expression: "Of course -"

Under the moonlight, Zhang's father's greasy face was less than ten centimeters away from Zhang Chunliang, staring at him intently.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils shrank very small, and were trembling slightly. At this moment, his eyeballs were full of bloodshot, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was extremely terrifying.

"Are you willing to help me? That's great, Xiaoliang." Chen Yue's voice came out of Zhang's father's mouth. He seemed to find it very funny, so he chuckled.

For the first time, Zhang Chunliang discovered that Zhang's father's face was so full, as full as a piece of wrinkle-free plastic, which made every expression of his look so weird and disgusting.

"I'm so hungry, Xiaoliang." He moved his head towards Zhang Chunliang little by little, "Can you help me? I really want to eat something now. Cluck, cluck - I want to eat some tender little chicken."

"Dad, to be honest, it's really disgusting that you speak to me in Chen Yue's tone." Zhang Chunliang did not show an expression of fear and despair as Zhang's father had imagined. He looked at Zhang's father calmly.

This is strange.

Father Zhang shrank his neck, tilted his head to the left, and turned his entire head 90 degrees: "Do you have any last words to say, my good son?"

"I don't have anything to say. Anyway, you will be reunited with me in hell soon. Then, we can have a good chat as father and son." Zhang Chunliang gave an ambiguous smile.

Father Zhang understood what he meant, and his face suddenly turned as pale as a ghost. He growled threateningly, "What do you want to say?"

"Yesterday, I found a lot of figurines in my brother's room. He proudly told me that they were collected by my mother for him." Zhang Chunliang stood up slowly and looked at his father. "Dad... at that moment, I felt sorry for you."

"Speak clearly... otherwise I will bite you to death now." The smile on Zhang's father's face disappeared completely, and he stared at Zhang Chunliang with cold and vicious eyes.

"Those figurines are made of the most essential meat from the prey. They are so delicious and full of energy, but just because Zhang Chen likes them, the mother generously gives them to her son as toys - without considering whether her husband can eat enough."

These words touched Zhang's father's sore spot. He had been dissatisfied with Wang Hongfang, the shrew, and his unsuccessful son for a long time.

In this family, all the good things belong to his son, but it is obvious that Father Zhang is the head of the family and has the final say!

"I took inventory yesterday. The figurines in Zhang Chen's room were from ninety-one different human corpses. You can imagine how much food you lost that originally belonged to you, Dad."

"No... No!" Zhang's father suddenly roared, "We only received seventy-nine people! There were only seventy-nine sheep! How could there be so many extra?! Who ate those sheep?!"

"So that's how it is." Zhang Chunliang seemed to have expected this and smiled slightly, "No wonder Zhang Chen said that."

"What did he say?!" Father Zhang spoke each word with gritted teeth, wishing he could chew off someone's flesh and blood alive.

"He said..." Zhang Chunliang showed a hesitant expression. Looking at Zhang's father's horrifying face, he mustered up the courage to learn, "Everything in this house will be mine sooner or later. Wang Hongfang has long disliked that old man. He eats so much good meat every day, but does nothing and doesn't contribute anything. He only knows how to command others and scold others like a local emperor. In fact, he is a waste."

Father Zhang was so angry that he was shaking all over. Strange tumors appeared under his skin, and on each tumor there seemed to be a painful and hideous face.

"He also said that Wang Hongfang had long wanted to find an opportunity to get rid of that old man. She had secretly eaten a lot of prey without the old man's knowledge, so she was much stronger than him. She had been looking for trouble recently and trying to frame the old man for cheating, so that she could fight him and kill him—"

Before Zhang Chunliang could finish his words, his father shouted like a madman: "I'm going to kill you bastards!"

He rushed out of the door howling angrily. The broken door panel was barely hanging on the dark doorway, making a creaking sound.

Zhang Chunliang suddenly felt cold all over. He stood up and looked around.

Behind him, Qu Anran, who was sleeping soundly, stood up straight for some reason.

His head was lowered, almost bent 180 degrees, his shoulders were raised, and he walked straight towards Zhang Chunliang like a weird stone sculpture.

At this moment, the floor of the entire room began to become soft and slippery, as if it was the flesh cavity of some animal. Countless smelly, barbed tongues stretched out from the walls and rushed towards Zhang Chunliang.

Outside the originally peaceful window, seven or eight pale ghost faces appeared at some point. They couldn't wait to smash the window, and the fragile glass was soon cracked.

"So that's how it is." Zhang Chunliang stood in the room with a smile, motionless, allowing the zombie-like Qu Anran to strangle his neck with his hands.

His ankles and body were covered with smelly, bloody tongues, and the sharp barbs pierced into his flesh.

The ghost outside the door broke in through the window, screamed hideously, and pounced towards Zhang Chunliang.

But he still did not make any move to escape, but just endured the unbearable torture with a smile.

"Your acting is great, Dad." Zhang Chunliang turned his head with difficulty and looked at the empty doorway.

The door of this room is the only place where no strange phenomena occur. If the person in the room was not Zhang Chunliang, any other player would probably be frightened by this series of strange events and rush out of the room in a panic.

"But I don't believe you, just like you don't believe me." Zhang Chunliang's throat was tightly strangled by Qu Anran. He gradually began to suffocate, but his expression was very happy. "Let me think about it, why are you willing to listen to all my nonsense but never eat me? Maybe it's because you can't hurt me in this room. You can only do it when I take the initiative to leave here."

So he pretended to believe Zhang Chunliang's words, rushed out of the room, relaxed his guard, and then created a series of horrifying illusions in an attempt to force Zhang Chunliang to run out of the house.

"If... I'm not wrong, I'm still in my room now..." Zhang Chunliang's brain was filled with blood, and a bloody taste rose in his throat. "Even if I'm strangled to death, I won't move a step."

Zhang's father's gloomy and ferocious face emerged from the dark doorway, and his unwilling eyes lingered on Zhang Chunliang for a long time.

Zhang Chunliang knew that he had made the right bet.

However, his lungs were about to explode, and the intense pain of dying made his eyes go white.

Everything began to become blurry, and Zhang Chunliang's numb mind regained consciousness. He gradually felt a pair of cold hands pressed tightly against his face, stroking him anxiously, and the voice ringing in his ears was filled with heartbreaking pleading.

"Liangliang - let go, let go quickly..."

Zhang Chunliang finally regained consciousness and realized that it was not Qu Anran who was strangling his neck, but himself, who was strangling his own neck with both hands, trying desperately to strangle his own throat.

Although his consciousness has been restored, his hands are twitching uncontrollably from exerting too much force. If this continues, he will kill himself.

Chen Yue beside him suddenly became ruthless. He grabbed Zhang Chunliang's wrist with his hand and twisted it in the opposite direction, breaking it.

After a crisp "click" sound, the shackles on Zhang Chunliang's neck disappeared, and fresh air rushed into his nasal cavity impatiently, bringing with it a sharp pain.

His gloomy eyes gradually focused, blood flowed unconsciously from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body was twitching and trembling with pain.

He saw Qu Anran holding his head and fixing his wrist, which was broken by Chen Yue, to his side.

He also saw Chen Yue leaning over him in a panic, his wheelchair rolling away. He was trembling all over, looking at him with bloodshot eyes, cold tears dripping from Chen Yue's cheeks into Zhang Chunliang's collar, but he himself was unaware.

"I changed my mind. Playing house is not fun at all." He said, "Liangliang, I want them to pay the price."