Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang sat weakly under the tree next to him, staring in a daze at the people who came and went like bandits.

They took down the window frames and bed boards and tied them to their bodies. Some of them were lucky enough to find a piece of rag or two, which they held in their arms like treasures.

Suddenly, someone not far away shouted to Zhang Chunliang: "Hey, come here!"

Zhang Chunliang's head hurt more and more, and tinnitus began to appear in his ears. Sharp and noisy sounds kept echoing in his mind, like heart-wrenching screams and shouts, and as if someone was calling his name. It was so uncomfortable, but he didn't know how to relieve the pain. In an instant, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

It took him a long time to realize that someone was calling him.

"What are you daydreaming about? Are you waiting to die?" The man said in a very rude tone. He walked over, grabbed Zhang Chunliang's arm and pulled him up.

"I'm telling you this good news because you look kind... I found water!" The man lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously. He forcefully grabbed Zhang Chunliang's arm and dragged him to a gray house on the side of the road.

Zhang Chunliang, who originally wanted to refuse him, suddenly felt his eyebrows twitch and he swallowed the words.

He was really short of water, and even if there was only a slight hope, he wanted to go look for it.

The house has ordinary interiors and a broken door frame. It is just an ordinary farmhouse and doesn't look special.

The man took Zhang Chunliang into the main hall in the middle, where a Buddha statue was placed - it turned out that this ordinary house was actually a temple in the village!

The Buddha was made of yellow clay, and the paint on his body was already mottled and falling off. He had a green face and fangs, nine heads, and a thousand hands. Each head had a different expression, some smiling, some laughing wildly, some worried and fearful, and some glaring with anger. The nine heads were all looking at the two people in the hall at the same time, with a solemn and majestic look.

"Buddha with a thousand hands and a myriad of features..." Zhang Chunliang murmured as he looked at the Buddha statue.

This is the evil Buddha mentioned in the system prompt. Presumably, the two players who left the copy were polluted by worshiping this evil Buddha. It must be very dangerous.

"This is not the big Buddha." The man laughed, "The Northern Sea Buddha is one of the guardians under the Thousand-armed Buddha. The people of this village worship it and pray for good weather and good harvests."

He took Zhang Chunliang around to the back of the giant clay Buddha, where there was a hidden little red door.

He pushed the door open and saw a secluded and hidden backyard outside. Because it was completely blocked by the front door, no one had ever visited it until now.

The most surprising thing is that there is a well here!

The man walked up to the well and threw a stone down.

A faint but clear sound of water "splash" was heard.

Even Zhang Chunliang temporarily forgot the surging pain in his head and couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

The man looked at Zhang Chunliang, kicked the bucket beside him, and said with a smile, "The water here is too shallow, and the bucket can't hold water. I have to go down and get a cup to fill it. It's troublesome for me to climb up and down by myself. I looked at several people before choosing you. You look quite honest. How about this, you are responsible for collecting water from above, and I will go down to scoop water, okay?"

Zhang Chunliang's throat rolled, and a rare bit of moisture secreted from his mouth and tongue.

Perhaps he was too weak and harmless now, so this man chose him, so even if he stole all the water, he wouldn't be able to get far.

He recalled the feeling of the cool, sweet water entering his mouth, and his whole body seemed to be refreshed.

"Okay." Zhang Chunliang was stunned when he opened his mouth. His voice was so hoarse.

The man chuckled, tied a rope to a mineral water bottle, asked Zhang Chunliang to hold one end of the rope, and he climbed down to the well nimbly with the water bottle in his hand.

"There's not much water, only up to my feet - it's too slippery, I have to be careful." His voice was a little dull and distorted in the well.

Zhang Chunliang ignored him, stood up and looked around.

He didn't believe that such a good thing would fall from the sky, but he had to admit that the well was very tempting to a person who lacked water. He was weak and didn't know when he would get the next task in the team. Therefore, any opportunity to get water was precious to him.

However, until now, he has not found anything unusual. If the man wanted to lure him into the well and kill him, then there would be no need for him to volunteer to go down the well to fetch water.

So what exactly does he want to do?

The rope in Zhang Chunliang's hand moved, and the people in the well had filled the well with water and signaled him to pull it up.

Zhang Chunliang pulled up the bottle and found that there was indeed water in it. It was turbid and yellowish but not too full. However, it was liquid after all and could be drunk after filtering or simple distillation.

He poured the water in the bottle into the wooden barrel beside him, and the water only lightly wet the bottom of the barrel.

At this rate, I don't know how long it will take to fill the bucket with water.

He thought about it and threw the bottle down again.

The two of them worked together and poured water into the bucket bottle by bottle.

But the speed was too slow. Zhang Chunliang was a little worried that people outside would notice something was wrong. He could hear the sound of people chatting and walking not far away.

There was only this little bit of water. Once it was discovered, there would be great chaos, and he couldn't guarantee that he could escape unscathed.

Moreover, there was one very strange thing. The man in the well should have been able to fill the entire water bottle at one time, but he deliberately only filled half a bottle each time, which made their water filling efficiency very low.

He seemed to be... stalling for time.

Zhang Chunliang's heart skipped a beat and he threw the empty bottle he had just filled with water into the well.

He stood up and looked around the remote courtyard for a long time, the hair on his arms standing up slightly.

He vaguely sensed something unusual, as if something was happening that he hadn't noticed.

Zhang Chunliang decisively took out two empty mineral water bottles from his cloth bag and filled them with water from the bucket.

"Why aren't you moving?" the man in the well said in a dull voice, "The bucket should not be full yet, let's fill it up quickly--"

Zhang Chunliang ignored him, packed up his small cloth bag, turned around and was about to leave.

However, the moment he turned his head, the blood in his body almost froze.

——The small red door behind him that connected to the temple had been opened at some point.

The nine-headed clay Buddha statue had climbed down from the platform and was now bending over awkwardly, staring at him sinisterly through the crack in the open door.

Thousands of its hands were clinging to the narrow door frame, trying to stretch it to both sides. The dilapidated brick house was covered with cracks and was about to collapse.

Seeing that Zhang Chunliang had discovered it, it became even more unscrupulous. The bricks and stones on the wall made painful creaking sounds and began to fall off.

Zhang Chunliang took a step back and hit his calf on the edge of the well.

He looked down and saw a pale, swollen human face.

The man was climbing up slowly, staring at Zhang Chunliang with his cloudy red eyes, and asked, "...The water is not full yet, why are you leaving?"

Zhang Chunliang took a deep breath, picked up the wooden barrel beside him that was half full of water, and smashed it down hard.

The pale human figure was smashed directly to the bottom of the well, making a muffled sound.

This courtyard is not completely enclosed. On one side there is a wooden railing covered with withered and yellow vines, connecting it to the outside world.

Fortunately, Zhang Chunliang discovered it early. The Buddha statue was too large and was stuck at the door and unable to come out.

This gave him time to escape.

With the help of a stone pier nearby, he climbed up the tall wooden railing and prepared to climb out of the yard.

However, the dry vines on the railing seemed to come alive, pulling at his legs and fixing him tightly to the railing.

Seeing that its prey was about to escape, the evil Buddha's thousand clay hands suddenly exerted force, and the huge courtyard wall collapsed with a loud bang.

In the smoke and dust, the huge clay statue stood up shakily. The nine Buddha heads with different expressions stared at Zhang Chunliang intently, and mud on their bodies kept falling off.

It dragged its heavy body and moved closer to Zhang Chunliang little by little.

The dry vines tied to Zhang Chunliang had lost moisture and were no longer as tough. He kicked them with all his strength for a few moments, and the fragile vines broke into pieces.

But there were too many vines. When he kicked one off, another one would fill the gap. The evil Buddha was getting closer and closer, and was about to touch his body.

Zhang Chunliang gritted his teeth and leaned his entire body weight toward the outside of the yard, immediately pulling the dry yellow vine with him and falling out of the yard.

In an instant, he felt a dull pain in the back of his head and shoulders, and his whole body was dizzy and he almost fainted from the pain.

Fortunately, the vines acted as a cushion under his body, giving him the strength to get up and run towards the crowd in the village.

He looked back and saw the huge nine-headed Buddha sticking its head out of the railing, looking at him with a gloomy and unwilling look in its eyes - it could not leave the yard.

"Damn, what a shitty village, there's nothing here." The people who got nothing returned to the team in frustration, cursing and complaining.

Zhang Chunliang found an open space, sat down tiredly, and took a deep breath.

He was covered in wounds and looked extremely tired.

The movement of running away just now was too violent, tearing the spider bite on the calf, and black blood dripped down the calf to the ground.

"How did you get yourself into this state?" The long-haired old man appeared from nowhere, his eyes wide open, staring at Zhang Chunliang's miserable appearance.

Zhang Chunliang pointed in the direction he had fled from and said weakly, "There is a temple over there. The Buddha statue inside is so scary that I fell down in fear."

The old man looked into the distance suspiciously, then shook his head: "Are you crazy? That's just a fish pond, not a temple."

Zhang Chunliang was startled, and he stood up and looked in the direction he came from. The old man was right. The place where he had just desperately escaped from had no houses at all, but a large and empty fish pond. No wonder there was no sign that the Buddhist temple had been searched.

He was stunned for a moment, as if realizing something, and took out two bottles of water that he had risked his life to bring out from the cloth bag - there was no water in them at all, but they were filled with weeds and dirt.

"This is too much." Zhang Chunliang looked at the jar full of dirt and muttered, "What kind of a dungeon is this?"

"Get ready to go." The old man coughed twice and urged, "Even if you are sick, you can't stop. There is still a long way to go."

Zhang Chunliang forced a wry smile, patted the dirt off his body, and limped to catch up with the group in front.

Maybe because he looked really scary now, the people around him moved a little further away from him and looked at him strangely.

Zhang Chunliang had no time to care about their attitudes. He just felt that his head was still hurting and there were always some strange and sharp auditory hallucinations in his ears.

He had a bad feeling in his heart, and this feeling was quite strong.

——This copy is targeting him, with direct malicious intent and no hiding its murderous intent.