Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

When Zhang Chunliang woke up again, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

It took him a long time to calm down and realize that he was lying on a wooden cart that was being towed.

There were piles of luggage around him, and his nose was filled with the unpleasant smell of sweat.

He was stuffed into the gap between the luggage and was moving slowly forward.

Zhang Chunliang held the luggage with difficulty, raised his head and looked around, but the surrounding scenery was completely unrecognizable.

During the time he was unconscious due to serious injuries, the team had already traveled a long way.

His body was weak and covered with sticky sweat. He felt like he had just had a long and tormenting dream, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember what he dreamed about.

The old man with long hair was dragging the cart under him, cursing as he followed at the end of the team.

He was alone at the end of the team. No one chatted with him and no one noticed him. He was like a lonely wandering soul.

No, he is not a ghost, because he can touch the cart, which means he is real.

This old man is no different from all the refugees, but for some reason, his presence is so weak that no one pays any attention to him.

"Thank you." Zhang Chunliang said to the old man in a hoarse voice.

"Oh, you're awake?" The old man threw down the frame of the cart, sat down beside him with a grin, and rubbed his sore shoulders.

He is very strong and moves very flexibly, and he doesn't look old at all.

His hair, body and clothes are just his disguise. Zhang Chunliang can feel that there is a young and impulsive soul under his old appearance.

And it felt very familiar to him.

Zhang Chunliang looked at him seriously, then sat up straight and asked, "Where are we?"

He and the fake mad dog agreed to leave the deserted mountain together at twelve o'clock, but now it was obvious that he couldn't run back.

But it doesn't matter, he believes that the fake will not give up this piece of fat meat in his mouth.

"...What are you so happy about? Your smile is so creepy." The old man glanced at him with suspicion in his eyes.

"Nothing, I just figured out some things." Zhang Chunliang replied.

On the surface, all the dangers he encountered originated from his own imagination, but in fact, they were inseparable from the promotion of unknown enemies behind the scenes.

"It" can manipulate the rules of this world and use Zhang Chunliang's ability to make his wishes come true to send the monsters to him.

"It" knew the people around Zhang Chunliang, and when he was seriously injured and longed for more comfort, it sent an impostor to him in an attempt to gain his trust.

Zhang Chunliang speculated that the enemy behind the scenes was most likely the world consciousness of the copy.

"It" hates every player who invades its body, so it wants to kill them by any means necessary.

"It" has the ability to manipulate reality and falsehood, and will constantly set smoke bombs for players, making them lost in crises that seem real and fake.

Less than two days after entering this world, Zhang Chunliang has already faced many dangers that are difficult to distinguish between real and fake. Now he can still judge which ones are real and which ones are fake.

But how long can such good luck last?

He had a feeling that this would be a long torture. His mind was tense all the time and he was constantly suspicious of every tree and blade of grass around him. Even at this moment, he was doubting that he had not woken up from the dream at all and everything he was experiencing was a product of the dream.

Zhang Chunliang was trying hard to curb his suspicious thoughts, fearing that they would be turned into "reality" by that strange ability.

If this continues, he will inevitably suffer a mental breakdown.

The fake Mad Dog was now easily spotted by him, because the monster pretending to be him did not know Mad Dog.

But Zhang Chunliang did not forget that Big Golden Retriever and his other teammates were also trapped in this copy.

If everything he experienced was controlled by the consciousness of this world, then it must have had plenty of opportunities to imitate the words and deeds of his teammates. Over time, its disguise would gradually become seamless, until one day, Zhang Chunliang could not find any clues.

By then, could he really tell whether the person appearing in front of him was a human or a ghost?

Zhang Chunliang suddenly thought of a rule prompt issued by the system when he first entered the game: Please make sure that the player you find is your real teammate.

Only at this moment did he understand the true meaning of this strange reminder.

Zhang Chunliang's eyes dimmed and he lay powerlessly in the dirty bag, looking at the clear blue cloudless sky.

The longer he stays in this copy, the more dangerous he becomes.

He will gradually lose himself in falsehood and reality and will no longer dare to trust anything.

This is a dead end with no escape.

However, in this perfect conspiracy, there is a biggest variable.

Shen Xingyi.

——When Zhang Chunliang suffered a serious blow, the first person he thought of was his lover, but his ability to make dreams come true did not allow Shen Xingyi to appear in front of him.

This shows that the guy who is controlling everything behind the scenes is most likely unable to imitate Shen Xingyi, nor can he create a scene with him.

Zhang Chunliang had two guesses. First, "it" had never seen Shen Xingyi, or "it" knew that Shen Xingyi's real body had not been resurrected yet, so it was impossible for him to come to this copy. If he appeared rashly, it would be illogical and Zhang Chunliang would easily notice that something was wrong.

Second, "it" knows that Shen Xingyi's soul fragments are in this world, but "it" cannot replicate the image of Shen Xingyi in this copy.

This was the first time that Zhang Chunliang was looking forward to the appearance of his boyfriend. He really wanted to know what Shen Xingyi had become that even "it" was helpless and unable to imitate and copy him.

This thought rekindled hope in his depressed and gloomy heart.

He is almost overwhelmed by the bleak future, but relying on his expectations for Shen Xingyi's new image, he can hold on for a while.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chunliang jumped out of the car by holding the board, took over the old man's job, and sped up to catch up with the team in front.

The confused old man with long hair sprained his waist when the cart suddenly rolled. He blamed unhappily: "How can you be so reckless, young man?"

Zhang Chunliang ignored him and walked forward on his own.

He kept repeating to himself, "The team is not far away," and forced himself to believe that the road under his feet was flat, and slowly caught up with the main force.

In fact, as long as he doesn't do something stupid and want to blow up the game house, the ability of "dreams come true" is really very useful...

However, he always felt that it was a bit difficult to use this ability this time. It took him a long time to see the effect, as if... his ability to make his dreams come true was slowly disappearing.

He felt a little regretful. Could it be that because he saw through the essence of this ability, the guy behind the scenes didn't want him to use this ability to pass the level quickly, so he took away his superpower?

At twelve o'clock midnight, Zhang Chunliang slowly climbed up from the stinking straw mat and looked outside the team.

On a small hill not far from him, stood a familiar and tall black figure.

That's a fake Mad Dog.

He stared at Zhang Chunliang motionlessly, not knowing how long he had been looking at him.