Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

My Buddha is merciful.

From a literal point of view, it seems to be talking about a god who can grant whatever one asks for, and helps the people here to have a good life - this fits with the story before the destruction of this world consciousness.

But there may also be another meaning, for example, the Buddha is not merciful in nature, but people in suffering try to get His mercy in various ways.

So what kind of "compassion" is referred to here?

Moreover, why are the dungeon missions of Li Zhuang’s guild so different from theirs, even the dungeon names are different?

Zhang Chunliang had a vague feeling that perhaps what Li Zhuang and his team were doing was a real team mission, and the mission he had been doing during this period was just a conspiracy with ulterior motives.

The anger of "ta"? Why is their copy called this name? Who exactly is "ta" here, and why is he angry?

Zhang Chunliang's mind was full of questions. He followed Li Zhuang, who was leading the way, through circles and narrow roads. Under the dull and envious gazes of the refugees, he knocked on the door of a house.

"Wang Laizi, open the door." Li Zhuang knocked on the door.

A woman in plain clothes came out with a basket of brown powder and an impatient look on her face.

"Secretary Li? What are you doing here again? Our Mr. Zhang has already paid this month's grain a long time ago, please don't make a mistake." Wang Laizi looked at Li Zhuang with a grim expression.

The monthly food handover is a decision unanimously agreed upon by the village cadres after discussion. The food will be distributed to the villagers as wages for their work.

As for what kind of work the villagers did, Li Zhuang did not say it clearly. He winked at Zhang Chunliang and turned to look at Wang Laizi.

"Did your family take in a child? His name is Zhang Chunkang." Li Zhuang knocked on the wooden fence of her house and asked impatiently.

His tone was stern and his words carried weight. Even the NPC villagers whom he called little bosses looked slightly frightened.

It seems that Li Zhuang has obtained a very good identity in the game this time, which is very suitable for gathering information and issuing orders, and even has a certain deterrent effect on NPCs, which makes Zhang Chunliang envious.

"Yes, there is a child...Now we have changed his name to Zhang Kang. What do you mean?" Wang Laizi's tone softened a little.

Her eyes drifted towards Zhang Chunliang, and her expression suddenly changed, as if she understood something.

"The family came to us. I checked their documents and found out that they are a family. Now, the village gives you two choices. One is to return the brother to your family and have him work as a laborer to compensate you with 100 kilograms of flour." Li Zhuang coughed and his voice became deeper. "The other is that you take the brother in as well. That way, there will be one more mouth to feed, but also one more laborer."

"No, Secretary Li, you are going to force our family to death!" Wang Laizi was immediately anxious, "Where can we get the food to feed such a big boy? He looks like an adult, how much food does he need - you can't bully him like this!"

"Wang Laizi! Your family raised someone's younger brother, so why are you still trying to keep him here? The previous contract in the village clearly stated that if the child's family comes forward, the adoptive parents must resolve the family's conflict according to these two methods. Your man's signature is also on the contract!" Li Zhuang kicked the fence and spoke louder.

"I don't recognize it! I don't recognize it! If you want to force my family to death, I will bring my whole family to the village committee and hang myself! Let others see how powerful the village cadres from outside are. They actually bully our own people!" Wang Laizi's voice was sharp and piercing. He put the flour basket aside and lay directly on the ground.

"If you want to make trouble with me, then let's see who can make more trouble." Li Zhuang's tone darkened, and he took out a stack of account books from his cloth bag. "Your husband is still working at the ancestral hall, right? His contract is due at the end of the month, isn't it? But there are refugees who want to take his job. When that happens, where will your family's food source be... You have to think it through."

"How can those plague-infected foreign locusts compare with us locals? That is the ancestral temple built by our Shuangshi Village for the gods and Buddhas - how dare you let outsiders take over!" Wang Laizi raised his voice and questioned angrily.

In her heart, the fact that her man could not build a shrine for the gods and Buddhas was more difficult for her to accept than having one more person eating her food.

"Anyway, you know, I have the right." Li Zhuang flicked the thick list book in his hand and threatened meaningfully.

Zhang Chunliang, who watched the whole process, was already thinking seriously about how to arrange a luxurious birthday party for Xiaobei. He had decided to make Li Zhuang his friend.

The two of them argued and pushed for a long time before they finally settled the matter.

Zhang Chunliang temporarily lived in Wang Laizi's house, but her family only provided one meal a day. The rest of the time, Zhang Chunliang had to work to earn food, and part of the food he earned had to be handed over as living expenses.

"It's already pretty good..." Li Zhuang moved his lips slightly, and told Zhang Chunliang in a low voice, "Having a place to live is much better than being squeezed with refugees outside. Those guys outside urinate and defecate everywhere, and they haven't taken a shower for several months. They also steal things..."

Zhang Chunliang seemed to be able to smell the horrible stench that filled the air. He closed his eyes in pain and asked, "Where is the job opening here?"

"There is a small square at the south end of the village. Some villagers may post some planting or guarding jobs, but they are difficult to grab, and the rewards are not much." Li Zhuang paused, looked at Zhang Chunliang seriously, and instructed, "There is another task that gives the most food, but I suggest you don't go."

"What?" Zhang Chunliang became curious.

"Building a temple." Li Zhuang looked around vigilantly and said in a low voice, "That is the cave temple built for the Thousand-armed Buddha. The village cadres are in charge and have called on the villagers to build it. My teammates are looking for clues there now."

"Can't I go?" Zhang Chunliang asked, "Will it disturb you?"

"Who do you think I am? Xiao Bei's second father!" Li Zhuang was a little annoyed. "I actually hope you can go over and find some useful clues for us, but you just got here and you don't know anything. If you go over rashly, you will definitely become..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and his body tensed slightly as if he had seen something.

Zhang Chunliang followed his gaze and when he saw clearly what was in the distance, he couldn't help but look surprised.

There were thirty or forty rural men with dark blue skin, carrying huge hoes, walking out of the distant woods. The tallest of them was nearly three meters tall, deformed and terrifying. The leading man had a thick spherical tumor on his neck, which seemed to be shaking slightly.

"This is Team No. 1 who is going to repair the ancestral hall. Don't mess with them, and don't blaspheme the Buddha in front of them... It's best not to even mention it." Li Zhuang explained quickly.

He originally wanted to negotiate with the woman about whether Zhang Chunliang should stay or go before these powerful little bosses came back, but he didn't expect that these guys would finish work so quickly. They were supposed to wait until three or four in the afternoon to come back.

I don’t know what happened in the ancestral hall.

Fortunately, Wang Laizi has agreed to take Zhang Chunliang in.

Li Zhuang gave Zhang Chunliang a look that told him to fend for himself, then he fled away.

Zhang Chunliang looked thoughtfully at the giant villagers not far away, and the confusion that had lingered in his mind for a long time was finally resolved.

No wonder Shuangshi Village had the courage to accommodate so many foreign refugees and had not yet been captured and occupied by them.

It turns out that some of the villagers here are so deformed and terrifying, and seem to be very aggressive.

According to Li Zhuang, these villagers were just one of the teams building the ancestral hall, and they were the outermost team.

He saw that the most mutated villager in the team had a number of skull-shaped tumors growing on his neck.

"Why are you standing there like an idiot?" Wang Laizi yelled at the top of his voice, "Get back here now, or my man will come and beat you to death, you lazy bastard!"

Zhang Chunliang couldn't stand her harshness, frowned slightly, and asked, "Where's my brother?"

"What do you mean your brother?! Remember this, Kang Kang is our son now! If you dare to seduce him to become alienated from us, I will throw you out to feed those hungry ghosts outside!"

Wang Laizi was not exaggerating. The foreign refugees living in the village were real cannibals.

Zhang Chunliang carried his thin luggage and moved into Wang Laizi's shabby little bungalow.

The house was built with stones and some kind of mud. It looked heavy, but was not warm and was even ugly.

Zhang Chunliang was arranged to live in a dilapidated mud-brick house, next to which was a chicken coop and a toilet. There was only one chicken in the chicken coop, which was quietly nestling in the coop and watching Zhang Chunliang walk into the house step by step.

This house was a single room where they stored charcoal and other waste items. It was leaky everywhere and was in danger of collapsing at any time.

Fortunately, the temperature is very high now, so Zhang Chunliang is not worried about freezing to death at night, but there are probably a lot of insects here.

Forget it, Zhang Chunliang thought to himself, insects are also protein, and if he is lucky enough to catch one, he can have a meal.

"My man will be back soon, so don't come out and get in the way. If he wants to beat you to death, Secretary Li can't save you." Wang Laizi looked at Zhang Chunliang coldly and threw a hard ball the size of a ping-pong ball at him. "Go find a job tomorrow, understand?"

Zhang Chunliang took the black ball and smelled it. It should be some kind of grain that has been stored for a long time and has a sour smell.

Wang Laizi slammed the door with such a loud bang that the mud on the wall fell down and hit Zhang Chunliang on the head.

He lit a candle, untied his backpack, and counted the supplies in his backpack.

Three or four compressed biscuits, half a small bag of brown sugar, and a Zhaoshui tattoo sticker that had been used once.

The rest were just some miscellaneous items, and he didn't even prepare any spare clothes.

Zhang Chunliang tried to call Lao K, but still got no response.

Now, he is really alone.

The smile that had always been on Zhang Chunliang's face finally fell. Even he himself didn't realize how depressed he looked at that moment.

He couldn't give himself any time to think independently, otherwise his mind would be full of Shen Xingyi.

That guy has always been arrogant and powerful. Even with just a soul fragment, he can survive in various dungeons with ease. Logically, he shouldn't be so worried, but he believes in his intuition. Shen Xingyi, no, Xiaoxing must have been in trouble.

He leaned against the uneven mud wall, repeatedly recalling his experience the night before.

He was sure that when Xiaoxing heard that Zhang Chunliang was going to take him to meet his friends, he was looking forward to it from the bottom of his heart, so it was impossible for him to leave without saying goodbye.

What happened that night? Where is he now?

Zhang Chunliang thought of the absurd dream he had and began to feel anxious again.

He seemed to be in such a depressed and irritable mood often recently, which was not normal, but he could only regard it as the fact that he was subject to too many restrictions in this copy, so his mentality was a little broken.

Zhang Chunliang thought for a moment, then took out the small grasshopper from his hair. He tried to flick its body, but the grasshopper did not move.

I don’t know where Qu Anran and Li Mufeng went, and there is still no news until now.

Thinking of Li Mufeng's ability to exorcise evil and avoid disaster, he felt helpless.

This guy has god-like skills to protect him, so he shouldn't be in any great danger. What he is more worried about is Qu Anran who got separated from him. This guy is always unlucky, and if he gets together with Li Mufeng again, he will definitely be dragged to death by him.