Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang's body was completely unable to move. He looked at the giant Buddha statue above his head that blocked out the sky. In addition to fear, he also felt deeply confused and puzzled.

He just wanted to survive, why was it so hard?

Shouldn't this evil Buddha be allowed to leave the temple? With the corpse of the fake mad dog, it should take some time for it to eat, so why did it find him so quickly...?

The eighteen eyes of the giant clay sculpture above his head were like evil spiders, staring at him without blinking.

"Bang." A sticky, soft lump fell at Zhang Chunliang's feet, splashing some blood.

Zhang Chunliang blinked slowly, and his sense of smell, which had almost failed due to the headache, slowly recovered at this moment. He then discovered that his surroundings were already filled with a strong smell of blood.

The nine-headed evil Buddha raised dozens of arms, looking weird and grotesque, as if performing some kind of sacrificial ritual. Each of the green arms was holding some moist, soft, and strangely shaped objects, and sticky liquid was dripping down its arms like rain.

The evil Buddha was facing away from the moonlight, staring motionlessly at the tiny Zhang Chunliang. Its huge and bloated outline was clearly visible in the moonlight, with a strange solemnity and evilness.

Zhang Chunliang touched his weakly beating heart and thought that he was probably overwhelmed and could no longer feel fear.

He actually had the leisure time at this moment, and looked up at what was in the evil Buddha's hand. Its dozens of raised arms were holding bloody objects such as animal legs, fur, internal organs, and heads - those were the bodies of the counterfeits that had been disassembled into parts.

What the evil Buddha had just thrown at his feet was a piece of soft meat that emitted a strong fishy smell.

It was too dark at night, and the evil Buddha's huge body blocked all the light in front of him. Zhang Chunliang could not see clearly which part of the fake meat the piece of meat was.

"Baji." After a few seconds, another piece of meat was thrown down by the evil Buddha.

The piece was thrown a little off-center and hit Zhang Chunliang's shoulder. The heavy force made him stagger backwards, and an unpleasant smell of blood stained his shoulder and neck.

The piece of meat was soft, tender and juicy. A slight hit would squeeze out a lot of sticky blood.

Zhang Chunliang touched the blood on his shoulder in a daze, then lowered his head to look at the two pieces of flesh smashed on the ground. As if realizing something, he suddenly raised his head.

This is not the evil Buddha——

The evil Buddha who had chased him had eyes full of greedy appetite and the wild and cold nature of an animal. He would never give up his food, let alone the softest and juiciest part of the prey!

It's fake, and it's fake again! It's a brand new monster!

Zhang Chunliang began to tremble all over and his head hurt so much that it almost exploded.

He was mobilizing the almost exhausted "fantasy" power in his body to leave here.

This was an act of wasting one's life. His figure gradually became transparent, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, nose, ears and mouth, mixing with the pieces of flesh on the ground.

The evil god tilted his head, pulled out two clay arms from his sides, and stretched them towards Zhang Chunliang's body.

Just when the evil Buddha was about to touch Zhang Chunliang, the human in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Chunliang spat out a mouthful of blood and appeared in the suburbs a few kilometers away from the deserted village. This was the farthest location he could reach at the moment.

A sound like glass breaking appeared in his mind, and he could feel that his power to "make dreams come true" had completely disappeared.

However, he did not feel much regret. On the contrary, the disappearance of this ability made him feel much more relaxed. He did not want to suppress his thoughts every moment in order to reduce the occurrence of danger. If he did this, he would become a madman in a short time.

He took a quick breath and looked around.

The area was very quiet and the fake evil Buddha did not catch up.

Zhang Chunliang struggled to take a step forward, but his body was already at the end of its strength and was completely out of his control, and he collapsed instantly.

His head hit the dry ground hard, raising layers of dust, and his whole body began to twitch uncontrollably.

He felt a little wet in front of his eyes and wanted to reach out to wipe his face, but he couldn't lift his arms at all.

Zhang Chunliang didn't know that he had forcibly mobilized his energy that was about to be exhausted, causing his bones, blood and flesh to be on the verge of collapse.

Now blood was oozing out of every pore of his body, and in an instant he turned into a slippery bloody man.

“Don’t be like this.” Zhang Chunliang pressed his face weakly against the ground, muttering softly, “I haven’t found Shen Xingyi yet… hold on a little longer…”

His body was like a limp, worn-out rag, motionless, his vitality rapidly depleting.

He could only let out a soft sigh of regret.

Just then, an extremely strange sound came from a distance.

The sound was rustling and extremely rapid, as if tens of thousands of sandworms were rubbing against the ground and marching forward at the same time, but it sounded heavier and more powerful than the tiny sandworms.

The noise came from right in front of Zhang Chunliang.

He raised his head with great effort, trying to see clearly what had happened, but his eyes were covered with a layer of blood, and his vision was blurry and dim.

When the sound was less than a hundred meters away from him, he finally saw clearly what was in front of him.

The evil Buddha chased after him.

It lay on the ground, its thousand clay arms flipping back and forth like a centipede, crawling rapidly, its nine huge heads raised high, and its eighteen scarlet blood eyes scanning in all directions, carefully searching for its escaped prey.

The smell of blood on Zhang Chunliang was too obvious.

The evil Buddha quickly discovered his location.

It let out a low whimper of excitement and quickly moved its huge body towards Zhang Chunliang.

The human in front of him was really pitiful. He had completely lost the ability to move, but he still instinctively turned his face to the side, as if he was still struggling to escape.

However, the evil Buddha will not give him a second chance.

It stood up, stretched out its two huge arms, clamped the human's thin waist, and held him in its arms.

A pungent smell of blood and yellow mud entered Zhang Chunliang's nose. His head leaned weakly on the hard body of the evil Buddha, and his breathing was weak.

The evil Buddha tugged at his collar, but got no response.

Its head, located in the middle, gently moved in front of the human and sniffed his scent in a humane way.

It was a rotten, sour smell, the smell of impending death, decay and decay.

He is dying.