Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

This was the closest Zhang Chunliang had ever been to death, but he couldn't even think of any way to escape the crisis.

He weakly grasped the strange tongue on his neck and began to tremble uncontrollably, not because of fear, but anger.

A kind of anger that is designed to kill you.

Ever since he entered the copy, his every move seemed to be calculated.

From beginning to end, he found no information related to the mission, nor did he obtain any survival resources. All he got were endless traps and murderous intentions.

Behind this copy, something is manipulating everything, and is eager to force him to die.

He was forced into dead ends due to hunger, thirst and clues to his mission. Even if he managed to escape, he would be badly injured and gain nothing, suffering in agony and torture.

He was like an ant trapped in a glass bottle, constantly toyed with, insulted and despised.

He even suspected that the leaves that restored his body were also a conspiracy by the enemy with ulterior motives, just to make him die willingly.

Deceiving too much!

That's too much! !

Zhang Chunliang has always had a good temper and can keep a cool head even when facing difficult situations, but this time, he no longer wants to suppress his inner anger.

The sunflower's long tongue kept shrinking, breaking his spine and larynx. His chest stopped rising and falling, and blue and red veins appeared on his neck and arms. He hadn't breathed fresh air for at least two minutes.

Zhang Chunliang could hear a rumbling sound in his ears, which was the sound of blood flowing difficultly in his body. His eyes were so dark that he could no longer see anything.

But for some reason, Zhang Chunliang was not afraid of the impending death.

At the moment when he could no longer hold on, bright blue light began to flash in front of his blackened eyes. The light was like fast-flowing streams of water, carrying countless twisted, unknown characters, wrapping up his weak consciousness and forcefully pulling out his scarred body.

He suddenly felt very calm, and a sadness as vast as a river surged in his heart, and it was also as peaceful as if he was about to return to his mother's womb.

He heard a contented sigh coming from far away.

At this moment, Zhang Chunliang realized that he was about to die. He would never see those friends who had shared life and death with him again, never see his warm and well-behaved golden retriever again, and never see Shen Xingyi who had not yet been put together again.

At this moment, he completely collapsed.

He let the collapsed emotions flow out of his soul, his mind went blank, and his consciousness was overwhelmed by endless surging rage.

——This feeling was familiar, as if he had experienced it before.

When he regained consciousness, everything was settled.

He collapsed to the ground, limp, badly injured.

There were countless withered flowers and branches all around, sunflower seeds scattered all over the ground, and the flower disks were broken into pieces, almost turning into dregs.

The bright red, smelly juice flowed out from the broken stems of the sunflowers, irrigating the entire sunflower field.

It was as if a bloody rainstorm had just fallen here, and the tyrant who had caused all the tragedy looked even more miserable than the dead sunflower-faced people on the ground.

Zhang Chunliang stretched out his hand and touched his almost broken neck, blood uncontrollably flowing out of the corners of his eyes, mouth and nose.

He blinked tiredly and suddenly felt very aggrieved.

The tears and blood that had dried up to the point of not being able to flow out mixed into a line of blood and flowed into the land around it.

He couldn't stand up and could only lie on his back weakly in the muddy ground, waiting to be rescued.

The waiting time was too hopeless, and perhaps no one would come to save him.

At this moment, he began to imagine that Shen Xingyi was right beside him comforting him, or that his cute big golden retriever was rushing towards him with a toy in its mouth.

"Wang-"

He suddenly heard a loud and familiar dog barking in the distance.

This voice was so familiar and came so timely, it was probably just another hallucination.

Zhang Chunliang lay on the ground indifferently, looking at the clear blue cloudless sky, motionless.

Until that messy ball of golden hair suddenly pounced on Zhang Chunliang and let out a helpless whimper.

The familiar hair stuck to Zhang Chunliang's dirty face, causing pain in his eyes.

The big golden retriever trembled all over as it looked at the miserable state of his twisted neck. It stretched out its warm tongue and licked the blood off Zhang Chunliang's cheeks and neck.

"How much?" Zhang Chunliang asked calmly.

The big golden retriever instantly transformed into a tall human figure, looking at Zhang Chunliang helplessly with red eyes.

"Liangliang..." He called Zhang Chunliang's name softly, "How could this happen..."

"Are you real or fake?" Zhang Chunliang said, blood flowing from his lips, staining his teeth red, and he couldn't help coughing twice.

"Really, Liangliang, I'm serious." Mad Dog wanted to help him up, but retracted his hand as if in fear.

"It's great to see you." Zhang Chunliang replied softly, "Can you... help me find something? There is a flower with red petals in the sunflower bush. Pick the fruit in the center of its disk and give it to me to eat..."

He spoke in a slurred, intermittent voice.

The red sunflower is the mother of this group of mutated human-faced sunflowers, and is also some kind of strange prop in this copy. The red fruits it produces can heal injuries.

This was the information that suddenly appeared in Zhang Chunliang's mind. It mixed with those strange wailing and screaming and filled his head all at once.

For some reason, Zhang Chunliang subconsciously trusted this inexplicable information in his mind, as if his instinct was telling him that this strange reminder was helping him.

The mad dog looked at him reluctantly for a few seconds, then walked into the pile of battered and messy sunflower monster corpses. It took him a long time to find the life-saving Sunflower King Fruit.

Zhang Chunliang carefully examined the fruit in the mad dog's hand, making sure it was consistent with the information in his mind before he slowly put it into his mouth and began to chew.

The fruit was very bitter, but it was also very juicy. The sour and bitter liquid slowly flowed down Zhang Chunliang's throat into his stomach, causing a burning pain.

He could feel his muscles and bones making crisp sounds, and an inexplicable burning force was repairing his damaged bones and flesh.

The effect of this fruit is stronger than the dry leaves eaten in the morning. It is probably the source of the vitality of these sunflower monsters.

After about ten minutes, Zhang Chunliang moved his arms and slowly sat up.

"Liangliang..." Mad Dog asked anxiously, "Are you okay? Are you feeling better?"

"Thank you, Mad Dog." Zhang Chunliang grabbed his strong arm and got up from the ground.

His clothes were torn into wisps, his skin was dark and covered with dust, his hair was messy, with dried blood between the hair strands, and he looked as disheveled as a beggar who had failed to grab food.

"How did you find me?" Zhang Chunliang asked curiously.

The two chatted as they walked through the gate of the botanical garden. The team stationed outside the house had already left. No one stopped to wait for the search team members to return, and no one went in to look for them, as if... they didn't exist at all.

Zhang Chunliang looked thoughtfully at the remaining charcoal ash and garbage on the ground, then turned and looked at the botanical garden behind him.

Sure enough, the huge signboard and the courtyard wall had disappeared, replaced by a piece of barren land covered with dry cracks.

He fell into the "illusion" again.

Zhang Chunliang's eyes were a little cold.

If he died in the botanical garden like this, no one outside would know about his death. They would completely forget about him and abandon him at will, just like they did to those people before him.