Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"What are you going to do?" A hoarse voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"I'm leaving." Zhang Chunliang replied.

He gently rolled up his straw mat, put on the cloth bag he had prepared long ago, and said his final goodbye to the long-haired old man.

The sleeping person was disturbed by his voice, snorted impatiently and turned over.

The old man's eyes peeked out from his messy hair. He looked at Zhang Chunliang, then at the strange figure not far away, and advised sincerely: "I suggest you stay. That person over there gives me a bad impression."

"Thank you for the reminder." Zhang Chunliang rolled up the straw mat and waved to him, "I will be careful."

The old man watched him go away silently, and suddenly asked: "Will we meet again?"

The question was quite ambiguous, and even though Zhang Chunliang understood what he meant, he couldn't help but shudder.

The old man seemed to realize that his statement had been misunderstood, and quickly added: "You make me feel very familiar, I seem to have seen you before."

Zhang Chunliang was the only person he was willing to talk to. He had an inexplicable liking for Zhang Chunliang. If possible, he didn't want this guy to seek death.

"Are you familiar with it?" Zhang Chunliang asked softly, "Maybe you haven't forgotten it completely yet."

The old man tilted his head suspiciously, not understanding what he meant.

"We will meet again." Zhang Chunliang blinked, looked at the slovenly old man in front of him, and said as if prophesying, "You are a lucky guy. Even in a desperate situation, you can find a glimmer of hope. You will avoid disaster and meet me again."

The long-haired old man looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. His mouth under his beard moved twice, and for a moment he didn't know how to comment on his nonsense.

Zhang Chunliang did not continue. According to Tingying, the dead players cannot be "awakened". Once they remember their past identities and realize that they are dead, there is nothing they can do to save them.

"In short, believe me, I will be your 'blessing'." Zhang Chunliang made a farewell gesture to the old man, then limped towards the direction of the small barren slope.

If it weren't for his awkward walking posture, he would have looked very handsome when he said this.

The old man stared motionlessly at the tall black shadow on the hillside. It transformed into a long-haired monster that looked like a wolf or a dog. It let Zhang Chunliang ride on its back, then quickly jumped down the hillside and disappeared.

Lucky?

Li Mufeng scratched his head and fell on the straw mat to continue sleeping.

He was just an ordinary old man. All his relatives and friends died in the high temperature disaster. How could he be lucky?

If there was anything strange about him, it was probably the recurring dream he had every day, in which he would go to a cafe, sit with a strange octopus claw plant, and patiently wait for an unknown person.

Strangely enough, he had seen this thin and sickly young man a long time ago, but had never thought of talking to him.

These two days, he suddenly wanted to have a word with this guy.

But I don’t know what to say.

——He always felt that he should say something.

Li Mufeng turned over and couldn't sleep.

The thoughts in his mind were confused and weird, tangled into a ball. For a moment, he even had the urge to chase after that weird guy and leave with him.

He tossed and turned for a long time, and finally fell into a drowsy sleep when it was almost dawn.

However, that cafe never appeared in his dreams again.

……

"Liangliang, who is that man?" The voice of a mad dog came from the mouth of the huge beast under Zhang Chunliang.

"A stupid friend of mine." Zhang Chunliang answered nonchalantly.

He glanced at the rapidly receding scenery around him, and after a moment he asked, "Mad Dog, where is this place? Why do I feel like this direction doesn't lead to Shuangshi Village?"

"How could that be?" The beast beneath him chuckled, "We are just heading to Shuangshi Village..."

As it spoke, its pace became faster and faster, and a hot gust of wind swept past the two of them, making it almost impossible for Zhang Chunliang to open his eyes.

It made no effort to conceal its urgency and had clearly given up on pretending.

Originally, it was a little afraid of this sick guy who killed the sunflower monster, and wanted to lurk around him for a while, hoping to kill him when he was off guard.

This human emanated a dangerous feeling that made it feel uneasy, and his eyes that seemed to see through everything made it feel uncomfortable.

It just so happened that he did something stupid this afternoon and got himself seriously injured, which gave it an opportunity to take advantage of.

It will never give up this good opportunity. As the saying goes, strike while the sick is at it!

It is much smarter than those brainless sunflower people.

In order to prevent this human from unleashing that strange power again to hurt it, the fake Mad Dog thought of a perfect way.

It wants to throw this human into the crater of a volcano on the verge of eruption, let the rolling high-temperature magma roast him into a piece of charcoal-roasted human meat that is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and then slowly enjoy it -

The fake mad dog swallowed the saliva in his mouth and tongue, and his pace became faster and faster. However, after running for a long time, he still didn't see the volcano.

The scenery around it suddenly began to become unfamiliar, and the scene in front of it slowly twisted as if it was melting. A bean-sized warm yellow candle flame appeared in the originally pitch-black front, and the air was filled with the smell of incense and candles.

The fake mad dog suddenly braked and the hair on his body began to stand up.

Danger, danger, danger!!

Before it realized where it had run to, the human on it suddenly jumped off its back and rushed in the opposite direction -

"Squeak-bang--" A door suddenly appeared and Zhang Chunliang closed it with all his strength.

He didn't dare to stop and ran straight out of the familiar farmyard in front of him.

After walking a few steps, he became exhausted and fell to his knees under the big tree where he had stayed yesterday.

This is the deserted village he passed by yesterday, the territory of the nine-headed evil Buddha.

He knew that with his current strength he could never get rid of the entanglement of the counterfeit Mad Dog, so he risked his life and used the power of imagination to bring them back to the temple where the evil Buddha was worshipped, letting the evil Buddha and the counterfeit kill each other.

He had planned everything long ago, but he had not expected that the ability he had just acquired would disappear so quickly. He tried again and again along the way, desperately mobilizing the power of his consciousness and fighting the unbearable headache, and only then did he bring the counterfeit back here with great difficulty.

It was really tiring - Zhang Chunliang's forehead was aching so much that veins were popping out, and he wanted to bang his head against the tree trunk a few times to relieve the pain.

He gasped and tried to stand up several times, but failed.

He couldn't stay here any longer. The evil Buddha's abilities were strange and powerful, and the counterfeit was not a good person either.

No matter who wins, Zhang Chunliang will be in danger.

He touched the cloth bag and found that there was still a little mineral water left from his lunch. He swallowed it eagerly, wanting to recover his strength as soon as possible.

The deserted village was unusually quiet at night, so the roar of wild beasts not far away sounded clear and harsh. His plan was successful.

The impostor's screams soon stopped; the evil Buddha's power was even stronger than he had imagined.

Zhang Chunliang waited patiently for a moment, making sure that all sounds had disappeared before he slowly stood up from the ground.

This is the best outcome. The evil Buddha is trapped in the temple and unable to leave, and he still has plenty of time to recover his strength.

He breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved.

"Plop." The sound of liquid dripping on the ground was very faint, but it was clearly audible in the silent deserted village.

Zhang Chunliang stopped where he was and held his breath as if to confirm something.

"pat, pat..."

The voice came from very close behind him.

He twisted his body stiffly.

A tall and ferocious evil Buddha was standing quietly behind him, staring at him, with nine pairs of bloodshot eyes.