Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang spent a difficult night on the hot and cracked scorched earth in the wild.

His head didn't hurt as much as before, but he could still hear screams and shouts from an unknown source.

Those sounds were like countless people whispering, but when you carefully try to distinguish their meaning, you can't understand what they are saying at all. And you get a splitting headache from thinking too hard.

He lay on the dry, hard, itchy straw mat, his consciousness was hazy, snoring could be heard in his ears, and no matter which direction he turned, a foul odor always lingered at the tip of his nose.

This was the most difficult dungeon Zhang Chunliang had ever gone through. His health bar kept decreasing, but he could not find any way to break the deadlock, and there was no news from his teammates either.

Hunger, thirst, and physical pain made his insides burn.

He really couldn't sleep, so he quietly got up, leaned on the wooden cart beside him, and re-pierced the dark purple swelling on his leg caused by insect bites. The black and sticky blood in the wound slowly fell on the dry land, forming a deep black.

After cleaning the blood from the wound, he leaned tiredly against the cart and somehow fell asleep slowly.

The sleep was not sound. He saw countless strange scenes in his dream, such as running away, crying, and twisted smiles of human beings, which flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.

He had a splitting headache and wanted to wake up from the strange dream, but in a blink of an eye, his consciousness returned to the familiar temple.

He raised his head and saw the nine-headed, thousand-armed evil Buddha sitting on the Buddhist temple, staring at him with red and ferocious eyes.

He wanted to escape, but his body felt as heavy as if it were weighed down by a weight, and he couldn't move his legs.

Zhang Chunliang was breathing heavily, watching the huge strange Buddha slowly rise from the lotus seat and approach him little by little.

An irresistible fear rose in his heart and he leaned back, but was unable to stop the monster from approaching.

Finally, the evil Buddha came in front of him, bent down, and looked at him slowly with nine pairs of eyes flashing with faint green fluorescence.

Zhang Chunliang felt a little strange in his dream. The feeling this evil Buddha gave him was completely different from that during the day. There was no malice or appetite in its eyes, only strange curiosity.

It was getting closer and closer to Zhang Chunliang, and the largest head was almost touching the tip of Zhang Chunliang's nose.

The strange thing is that it does not have the fishy smell of yellow mud and lacquer, but is filled with a warm smell, a bit like a cotton quilt that has been dried in the sun.

Zhang Chunliang's nose felt a little itchy and he couldn't help sneezing.

The evil Buddha shuddered suddenly, and his body fell backwards with unusual agility. The nine big heads tilted to the side as if frightened. Two of the heads were unskilled and lost their direction, and they collided with each other with a loud noise.

Zhang Chunliang was stunned and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

The evil Buddha seemed a little embarrassed and annoyed, and made a whimpering sound from its throat. It looked at Zhang Chunliang uneasily again and again, and finally turned into a cloud of black smoke.

The black smoke mixed with some yellow-green leaves suddenly blew towards Zhang Chunliang. He subconsciously covered his face, and the leaves and smoke penetrated his body and then slowly disappeared.

"Wake up..." Someone kicked Zhang Chunliang's leg, waking him up from his psychedelic nightmare. "Why are you occupying my car instead of sleeping on a straw mat? You're really a psychopath..."

He opened his eyes painfully, only to find that it was already dawn.

The others had already woken up and were busy eating breakfast and packing their bags.

He slept next to someone else's wooden cart and was woken up by the owner of the cart with disgust.

Zhang Chunliang twisted his sore neck, and his shoulders, back and waist creaked under the heavy load.

He got up and walked towards his straw mat. His head felt a little dizzy and his hands and feet began to feel weak. It looked like he was about to fall seriously ill.

The water and tortillas had been consumed and he had no source of food for the day.

"Keep going a little further! There should be a farm botanical garden ahead, maybe there will be supplies there." The team leader stood on the truck with a loudspeaker to cheer on the people behind him, and then began to send out today's tasks.

"Don't look over there. What do you want to do with your small body? If you go over to grab the mission, you will be trampled to death by them." The long-haired old man reminded him noisily.

"I didn't plan to rob. I was just curious about what the mission was." Zhang Chunliang licked his lips and wrapped up his mat.

The old man was also a little curious, so he went over to take a look, then came back and told him, "We're searching the botanical garden. We'll pass by an abandoned botanical garden in a while, and the leader is recruiting people to go in and search for supplies. If you can find fruits and seeds, you can exchange them for food at a certain rate. It's very lucrative."

Zhang Chunliang nodded and sat on the ground weakly.

"What's in your hair?" the old man suddenly asked, "Where did the leaves come from?"

Zhang Chunliang was stunned, touched his hair, and then picked out a few dry leaves from his messy hair.

He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, and recognized that this was the leaf that appeared in his dream last night.

"I seem to be sick." Zhang Chunliang said suddenly.

"You just realized that your face is as white as a ghost..." The old man sat next to him and chatted idly, "Any last words? Maybe I can collect your body then."

"I can't tell the difference between reality and illusion. What is real and what is fake..." Zhang Chunliang murmured as he pinched a leaf and threw it into his mouth.

The dried leaves made a crisp sound in his mouth, like a crisp potato chip.

He tasted a cool, minty flavor on the tip of his tongue, which rushed straight into his throat, making his aching head and heavy body feel a little relieved in an instant.

He was stunned for a moment and threw a few more leaves into his mouth.

The leaf was like an icy spring, instantly extinguishing the heat all over Zhang Chunliang's body, and his confused mind began to become clear.

The continuous wailing and screaming in my head disappeared. The back and waist injured when I escaped yesterday didn't seem to hurt so much. Even the wounds on my legs caused by spider bites were no longer so red and swollen.

"What are you eating? Give me some." The old man with long hair stared at the last leaf in Zhang Chunliang's hand.

"You don't need it." Zhang Chunliang came back to his senses and answered casually, then threw the leaf into his mouth under the old man's angry gaze.

He felt in a terribly good state at the moment, feeling light and full of strength.

So he stood up and squeezed into the crowded line, and soon got one of the few mission cards ahead of a group of exhausted people.

"Explain it to me clearly - why don't I need it?" The long-haired old man followed Zhang Chunliang, chattering on and on.

He walked briskly, had messy hair, a full beard, and a hunched back, but he did not look tired at all.

He looks very old, with rough and cracked hands and a hoarse voice, but if one looks closely, they will find that the skin on his dark neck is plump and wrinkle-free, and that he is actually not as old as he looks.

Zhang Chunliang ignored him and concentrated on pulling the wooden cart, which he and five other people shared. Everyone's luggage was on it, and each person sharing the cart was responsible for pulling the cart for two hours.

In the day and a half since he entered the dungeon, almost no one spoke to him except this old man whose face he could not see clearly. Even if someone occasionally made eye contact with him, they would quickly dodge away as if they had seen a ghost.

He had always thought that the group of people were scared by his eccentric behavior and the scars on his body, so they kept avoiding him.

But he also observed that there were many people like him with sensitive personalities in the team, but these people did not look at them strangely.

Zhang Chunliang is special, or rather, something happened to him that made this group of people feel he was special.

For example, he had been talking to himself in the air throughout this period, as if he was talking to an invisible person.

——This old man with long hair, except for drinking a sip of water, never ate any food and never spoke to anyone else.

It was as if no one could sense his presence.

"Why don't I need it!" the old man kept chattering, "I won't eat your food casually. I can exchange a lot of information with you. I know a lot of things. The leaf you just gave me looks delicious... Is there any more in your hair? Let me look..."

He tried to flip Zhang Chunliang's hair, but he dodged it smartly.

"If you do this again, I will beat you. I am not in a good mental state right now and I won't be too respectful to the elderly and loving the young." Zhang Chunliang threatened, unable to bear it any longer.

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him, then turned and left.

The team walked for who knows how long before finally stopping.

In front of everyone was a medium-sized botanical garden surrounded by brick walls. The signboard right above the gate was badly damaged and covered with yellow sand and dust. It took everyone a long time to see clearly that it said "Sunflower Garden of Hope".

The people who accepted the task of searching the botanical garden walked out of the team, looking hesitantly at the desolate and broken earthen wall, and talked among themselves: "What kind of botanical garden is this? It looks abandoned. Can we find anything? Don't waste your energy."

"I heard they grow sunflowers there, maybe I can find some seeds to eat."

The man had a lisp when he spoke, and the word "sunflower" sounded like "sunflower ghost".

Zhang Chunliang looked at the photo of the smiling celebrity on the tattered sign and felt that there was a strange and eerie feeling here.