Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"Why are you back again?" The long-haired old man looked at the person in front of him with some surprise, and said with a gloating tone, "It's not easy to get along out there, right?"

Zhang Chunliang stepped into the familiar team and looked at the lifeless refugees, as if he had never left.

Except for the old man, no one noticed that he had left quietly. In this place, many people disappeared every day. It was difficult for them to fill their stomachs and they had no time to pay attention to the movements of others.

He looked at the old man's curious eyes, his mind still clearly remembering the chaotic dream in the first half of the night, so he subconsciously took a step back.

Old man: “?”

Zhang Chunliang looked around for a moment, but found no trace of the big black panther.

In order to prevent its huge body from frightening the people fleeing famine, he specifically told it to change into a hidden or normal form.

I don't know what it has become.

He gently hooked his palm, but got no response. After the big black panther left, the old K in his palm disappeared.

Although his mind told him that Lao K was forced into a deep sleep only because his original body left, he still had a subtle trance in his heart - as if everything he had experienced was really just an unrealistic dream.

"Are you okay?" The old man pushed aside the greasy hair in front of his eyes and carefully examined Zhang Chunliang's expression. "Why do you look like you lost your wife?"

Even though this guy has lost all his memories, his mouth is still dirty.

Zhang Chunliang shook his head and said seriously: "It's not lost. He will come to find me soon."

The old man Li Mufeng's expression became even weirder. He raised his hand to touch Zhang Chunliang's forehead, but he dodged it in disgust.

The old man smelled bad and his hands were covered with a thick layer of black mud. I don’t know how long it has been since he last took a bath. He looked extremely dirty.

The old man's expression became more resentful, but he did not take Zhang Chunliang's strange behavior to heart. Instead, he turned around and looked around furtively, then lowered his voice and said to him, "You came back at a really bad time. This place is in chaos."

Zhang Chunliang's heart moved, and he looked around calmly.

The refugees were crawling forward half-deadly. Everyone's steps were slow, but most of them could keep up with the team. There were several missing trucks at the front of the team. It was not known whether they had to abandon the trucks due to lack of gasoline, or the supplies on them had been used up.

He didn't feel that there was anything strange about this team. If he had to say what was odd, it was probably that some people in the team were not as skinny as before, and some even had rosy faces. They kept looking left and right on the side of the road, as if looking for something.

All the children in the team disappeared, and the frail old people were almost invisible.

This is normal. On such a difficult journey of fleeing famine, the elderly, the weak, women and children are the first to fall.

No, it's still a little weird.

Zhang Chunliang suddenly realized that he had only been away for three days and these people should not have disappeared so quickly.

"When those people were digging grass roots, they found a Buddha statue..." The old man whispered softly, leaning close to Zhang Chunliang's ear, afraid that he would be heard. "It is said that it is a Buddha with thousands of hands... It is the same one that the people in Shuangshi Village worship."

The people of Shuangshi Village were blessed because of their worship of gods and Buddhas, so that even in this terrible disaster year, they still have food and drink to survive until now. You can imagine how powerful the Buddha is.

In desperate lives, people always look for an emotional outlet. The appearance of this Buddha statue undoubtedly brought a little hope to the team.

"At first, they just worshiped casually." The old man dragged Zhang Chunliang and walked slower and slower until he fell to the end of the team. Then he mustered up his courage and said, "It is said that one person was injured while worshiping Buddha and accidentally smeared blood on the Buddha statue."

Zhang Chunliang could already imagine the story that would follow. People would find that by offering blood as sacrifices to Buddha statues, they would receive some unexpected gifts.

"That man was almost starving to death and just wanted to have a full meal. As a result, he found a field of sweet potatoes after walking for less than half an hour." The old man was a little envious, but because he had been hiding behind the team, he did not catch up with the rush to grab the sweet potatoes.

The land had been turned over and over several times by people, not even a grass root was left behind. A lucky person grabbed a short and shriveled sweet potato, and without even wiping the dirt off it, he stuffed it directly into his mouth and ate it all up.

"The man who made the wish initially doubted whether it was a manifestation of the gods. Later, he secretly used blood to pray again when no one was paying attention. However, he did not walk far before he came across a peanut field..."

He learned his lesson the first time and didn't say much. He secretly stuffed the few peanut clusters from the field into his trouser pockets and cloth bag. He dared to take them out to eat at night after everyone fell asleep. However, there were so many people around and someone noticed his unnatural behavior, and soon the matter was exposed.

"Where is that person now?" Zhang Chunliang asked.

"The blood was drained and the flesh on his body was used to worship Buddha." The old man shrugged. "It's because he was successful before. Everyone thinks his flesh and blood are the most powerful."

Indeed, the Buddha responded to the prayers of the worshippers. However, its ability was insufficient and it could only satisfy everyone's desire to find food and water. Moreover, it was very stingy and only provided a little bit of supplies each time, which was only enough to fill one person's stomach.

How can we share the money with so many disaster victims?

After tasting the sweetness, people began to ask for more and more, and the tributes used to worship the gods and Buddhas also increased.

"Thirty-three people..." The old man's voice was heavy. "In two and a half days, they slaughtered thirty-three people to worship the Buddha statue."

"Found it, I found it!" someone shouted wildly, and suddenly rushed to the side of the road.

He knelt on the ground frantically, digging up the dry soil with his hands, muttering neurotically, and soon he dug up some hard objects.

The gray-green plant was covered with sharp thorns. The man didn't care even though he was stabbed and bleeding. He just grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

He tasted moisture from the sour flesh of the cactus and was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes.

The others also reacted and rushed forward instantly.

The scene was so intense that it was horrifying. Just for a few pieces of bitter plants, everyone started fighting and arguing irrationally.

"Strange." Zhang Chunliang frowned. "It's just a small amount, there shouldn't be such a big fight over it."

"You don't understand." The old man hadn't spoken to anyone for so many days that he was so choked up that he didn't care about saving his precious saliva. He explained, "This is all the gift from the Buddha statue. It is said that the more gifts you receive, the closer you can get to the Buddha and receive the Buddha's eternal protection..."

Zhang Chunliang seemed to be thinking about something. He called up his own panel and looked at the tasks on it carefully.

[Main quest: Find ten followers of the Thousand-Handed Buddha. (0/10)

The time limit is thirty days. The penalty for mission failure is to amplify the negative energy in the body. 】

Seven days had passed since the mission ended, and he finally got to know the plot related to the Buddha statue's believers.

"Who told everyone this news?" Zhang Chunliang asked.

The old man was stunned, not understanding what he meant: "What news?"

"Sacrificing flesh and blood to Buddha statues will bring you blessings. The more gifts you snatch, the more blessings you will receive. Who spread this news?" Zhang Chunliang repeated patiently.

He didn't believe that in such a short period of time, humans, who had already fallen into despair, would have discovered so many rules related to gods and Buddhas, unless there was someone pushing them behind the scenes.

The old man thought about it for a long time, then hesitantly answered: "It seems to be the leader...? I saw them post a notice."

Otherwise, this group of people would not have believed in the power of the Buddha statue so quickly.

Zhang Chunliang nodded and said nothing more.

Not far away, people fighting for the cacti dug a half-meter deep pit in the land in a very short time. The short and shriveled cacti were eaten up completely. Some people were not even satisfied and put the surrounding soil into their mouths and chewed it in big mouthfuls.

"Don't be silly. I don't think that Buddha is a good person." The old man looked at this scene and suddenly said, "They are too crazy now, as if they are being controlled. I think even if they can eat their fill now, they won't live long."

Li Mufeng felt extremely strange. He had clearly never seen this so-called Buddha statue before, but he felt a deep sense of fear and uneasiness in his heart, as if... something very bad had happened to him because of this Buddha statue.

This premonition has kept him going until now, and he is unwilling to fight for the so-called "gift" even if it means eating dirt.

"I know." Zhang Chunliang smiled and said something out of context, "Easy-point questions must be trap questions."

These crazy people in front of him are all believers of that Buddhist. According to the rules, Zhang Chunliang only needs to identify their identities to complete the task.

This answer is too easy and simple, which makes people feel wary and worried.

"We'll have to wait and see." He murmured.

"Is there anything to eat?" the old man asked quietly. "I haven't eaten for several days."

Zhang Chunliang felt in his pocket, wanting to take out a piece of compressed biscuit for him to eat, but he felt something cold instead.

The cold object had already curled up in his pocket, waiting for Zhang Chunliang's unknowing touch.

It scared Zhang Chunliang as it wished, and began to circle upwards along his fingertips, slowly wrapping around his entire arm.

"What's wrong?" His expression was so strange that it attracted the old man's attention.

"It's okay." Zhang Chunliang paused, then said, "Look in my backpack, there should be some dried meat."

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up and he ran to rummage through his luggage stealthily.

Zhang Chunliang took his hand out of his pocket and looked at the palm of his hand.

There was a small black pointed tail on the palm of his hand that was slightly shaking and soon retracted into his sleeve.

At the same time, Lao K's voice appeared again.

"Liangliang, good afternoon." It greeted happily.

Zhang Chunliang had no time to pay attention to it because a bad creature had crawled into his clothes and was making trouble, making his whole body itchy.

Xiaoxing poked her pointed head out from Zhang Chunliang's collar and licked his chin affectionately with her tiny, bright red tongue.

It is indeed “unusual, hidden and concealed”.

Zhang Chunliang flicked the black pointed head helplessly and whispered, "Don't make trouble."

I don’t know which word stimulated the little black snake. It began to twist around under Zhang Chunliang’s clothes even more vigorously, and he couldn’t help but bend over because of the itch.

Li Mufeng came back contentedly with a few slices of dried fish, but saw Zhang Chunliang's face flushed, and he looked limp, holding his stomach.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked in confusion. "Are you horny?"

Zhang Chunliang weakly lifted his eyelids and gave him a threatening look.

The two men delayed for a while, and the main force had already walked several hundred meters away.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just lie down for a while." Li Mufeng swallowed the meat with satisfaction and pointed to his old and leaky cart. "I'll tow you for a while. That's your reward."

"Ah, is that Xiaofeng?" Old K suddenly poked his head out of Zhang Chunliang's palm in surprise, trying to identify the long-haired old man not far away.

"Do you recognize it?" Zhang Chunliang asked casually. He gently pinched the triangular head of the snake and wrapped it around his arm like a ribbon.

"I can't recognize him. He's so smelly and dirty, like the excrement of a whale." Old K said honestly, "But I can smell his scent. That's the mark I left behind."

Li Mufeng was sorting out the sundries on the cart, secretly taking a piece of Zhang Chunliang's dried meat from time to time. He had no idea that not far away there was an octopus claw tilting its head and commenting on him.

"What does it smell like?" Zhang Chunliang was a little curious.

"Mu Feng raised me for a while. Although he was noisy, he took good care of me, so I separated a part of my power and put it into his body as a reward." Old K said nostalgically, "I haven't seen him for a long time... How come he seems... dead?"

Zhang Chunliang suddenly realized. No wonder Li Mufeng's skill of seeking fortune and avoiding disaster was still operating passively in this copy that prohibited players from using skills. It seemed that it was the power that Old K inadvertently gave him that prevented the System House from completely blocking his skills and system items.

It was clear why he had no presence in the dungeon and no one could notice him.

For some reason, he must have used the salted fish item that Zhang Chunliang once gave him to conceal all his presence. The power of this item remained in his dead consciousness, making him a ghost-like existence in this copy.

It was also because of this that he avoided countless death crises and successfully persisted until the arrival of Zhang Chunliang.

"What a terrifying skill." Zhang Chunliang sighed.

Seeking fortune and avoiding disaster may seem mysterious, but it is an extremely powerful skill. It uses the powerful force of fate to pull Li Mufeng out of the desperate situation step by step and send him to Zhang Chunliang.

"At the same time, I also know why I am so unlucky." Zhang Chunliang narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a dangerous tone.

The skill of "seeking fortune and avoiding disaster" can only help its owner. Energy is conserved. The luckier the user is, the more unfortunate the people around him will be.

Li Mufeng once died in the doomsday copy because of his sister's "blessing-seeking" skill.

After he inherited the "good fortune", Zhang Chunliang became the unlucky person around him.

Li Mufeng suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He turned around in confusion and saw Zhang Chunliang with a fierce expression.

"I only ate ten pills. I didn't dare take the rest." He immediately begged for mercy, "I'll pull the cart as repayment."

Zhang Chunliang didn't bother to be polite with him and climbed straight onto the squeaking cart.

Old K instantly perked up. As a once cool little train in the doomsday, he missed his original job very much.

It merged part of its body into the cart and happily helped Li Mufeng push the cart from behind.

"It's so strange. I always feel that... the road is particularly easy to walk on today." Li Mufeng turned his head suspiciously.

On his cart, Zhang Chunliang put up a piece of rag to block the scorching sun and closed his eyes to rest comfortably.

The little black snake in his trouser pocket couldn't bear to be lonely and poked its head out from his collar, staring at him in a daze with its tongue sticking out.

In a corner that Li Mufeng couldn't see, a skinny octopus claw was diligently helping him push the wheel.

Next to them was a cactus field that had just been dug out. The blood soaked the small piece of land, which was then dried into dregs by the scorching heat.

Li Mufeng turned his head and suddenly wanted to hum a little tune whose name he couldn't remember.

Although the world was still so terrible and hopeless, he inexplicably felt that this was the happiest day of his life.

Maybe it’s because the road is particularly easy to walk on today.