Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Something on the bed beam suddenly let out a giggling scream, nimbly dodged Zhang Chunliang's attack, and ran towards the outside of the house.

The guy was crawling with his head upwards and his limbs bent backwards, his posture twisted like a humanoid spider, and he slipped out the door in the blink of an eye.

It is not difficult to imagine that he was quietly climbing on the top of the bed in such a posture, with his head facing the bed, staring straight at the sleeping Third Young Master.

Even though he was very fast, Zhang Chunliang still recognized his face. It was a servant in the third young master's yard.

He seemed to have found the reason why the third young master never left the house but still killed many servants.

Imagine that you are relaxing at home and suddenly you see a huge spider in the corner, staring at you with ill intentions. Who wouldn’t go crazy?

It has to be said that the posture of these servants with their heads and bodies bent backwards is very suitable for peeping, as if they were born to do such a thing and have grown into this appearance.

When did this guy come in? He had been in the room the whole time, but he didn't notice the existence of this thing at all.

Could it be that this guy had been hiding in the bed from the beginning and had never left, but neither he nor the third young master noticed his existence?

Zhang Chunliang suppressed his goose bumps and tried to wake up the third young master on the bed.

But no matter how he pushed or even slapped him, the Third Young Master kept his eyes closed, as if he was trapped in a dream from which he could not wake up.

With such sleep quality, how did he prevent those spider-like servants from attacking him when no one was on duty?

Zhang Chunliang felt helpless. He didn't know if it was because of the sudden darkness that the Third Young Master couldn't wake up, but now it seemed that he couldn't get off work on time.

He simply found the bedding he had brought with him for the night, spread it out on the open ground, and prepared to stay with the Third Young Master until he woke up.

As soon as he lay down, he felt uncomfortable again.

The reason was what Tingying had once threatened him with - don't put yourself in a position where you can see under the bed.

And what he was facing at this moment was the dark bottom of the bed.

Forget it, it's hard to say whether Tingying is a human being or not, didn't he sleep with her all the same? He has had enough of all the horror scenes he imagined in his mind, there are not so many accidents, Zhang Chunliang, be a man and don't scare yourself.

Zhang Chunliang closed his eyes and sneered stubbornly.

After a moment, he opened his eyes expressionlessly, picked up the broom beside him, and began to poke under the bed frantically.

Fuck the man, fuck Tingying, fuck the game house.

Let the world end! He's had enough!

The next second, his broom handle, which was as fast as the wind, suddenly became unable to move. Something inside it was holding the broom tightly.

"No way, there really is something inside?!" Zhang Chunliang's face turned red, and he tried his best to pull the thing out.

After a moment of stalemate, the thing inside suddenly loosened its grip and Zhang Chunliang staggered and fell backwards.

"How stupid." A familiar snort of laughter came from under the bed.

Then a pair of pale hands stretched out from the depths, and Tingying crawled out.

"Tingying?" Zhang Chunliang was puzzled. "Why are you here?"

"Of course I have to protect these servants. Otherwise, we'll just have to wait for them to be killed by the Third Young Master, and then we'll all be finished." Ting Ying observed the unconscious man on the bed slowly.

"This guy looks like a decent human being," she commented pertinently.

She was still being too euphemistic. Even though the Third Young Master was a little too thin, his facial features were still handsome and noble. When he was not crazy, he looked like a sickly nobleman.

It is not difficult to imagine how stunning he would be if he had a little more flesh.

It's a pity that his personality is hard to describe. When he slaughters servants, he is crazy and terrifying, and treats human life as worthless. But when he calms down, he is very delicate and even a little naive.

"How did you get here? I didn't notice anything moving in the house."

"Don't test me, kid. I'm not like stupid newcomers like you. I have plenty of props." Tingying seemed to see through Zhang Chunliang's thoughts and said with a forced smile.

Zhang Chunliang shrugged and changed the subject: "Where did you go that morning? Why did you suddenly disappear?"

"Didn't that big guy tell you?" Tingying raised his eyebrows and smiled maliciously: "I'm going to get my head."

Zhang Chunliang: …

He really didn't expect that this woman didn't play by the rules at all, and actually broke the tacit agreement between the two of them.

"Time is running out, so let's solve any problems at once. You're not smart, and you're not suited to these intrigues." Tingying sat on the chair and picked up a teacup to play with it.

"I was accidentally tricked in the gambling house and fell into a strange illusion. I couldn't control my desire to gamble. If it weren't for the 2S-level item 'Scapegoat' I had with me, I would probably have died there."

"To be honest, I don't think you are the kind of person who would be easily fooled by such a scam." Zhang Chunliang poured her a cup of tea and sat right opposite her.

Tingying was startled, and shook his head helplessly: "He must have some brains to survive until now."

"Yes, I did it on purpose. Before entering the dungeon, my Royal Power Guild spent a large sum of money to offer a reward to three players who left the 'Never-Sleeping City' dungeon, and got some information about the dungeon from them. The most important point was 'Don't give your money to others easily'."

"What would happen if I gave it to someone else?" Zhang Chunliang felt a headache when he thought of the thirty copper coins that were snatched away as soon as he entered the copy.

"I don't know either, so I thought of a way to get other people's coins without being suspected, hoping to find clues." Tingying said nonchalantly, "My prop 'God of Gamblers' Golden Finger' can guarantee that I will win every bet."

"But you failed." Zhang Chunliang frowned.

"On the contrary, I succeeded. I got enough chips to buy an entire street." Ting Ying said seriously: "When I got these chips, I felt a power that could dominate everything. I can be sure that there is a soul in every chip."

Zhang Chunliang was horrified: "Soul?!"

"Those souls kept sending me a message, 'I'm so hungry, so hungry...'"

Ting Ying's already pale face lost even more color: "I have a feeling that I can't control these souls, so I want to return them."

"And then you fell into the trap..." Zhang Chunliang murmured.

"That's right." Tingying shrugged, "You helped me later, but all my copper coins were staked there. The 'scapegoat' helped me reset the time, but I had to get the copper coins back before eight in the morning, otherwise I would be dead."

"Then you should have told me when you left." Zhang Chunliang couldn't help but ask, "Why would I appear on the street in the morning?!"

"I'm afraid you'll die there, idiot." Tingying rolled her eyes.

"Do you think I would really trust a fool who just entered the dungeon to keep watch for me? The straw mat we sleep on at night is a defensive prop. If anyone lying on it encounters fatal danger, they will be forced into a coma, and the ghosts will ignore your existence."

"I wanted to wake you up in the morning, but you were as unconscious as a dead pig. I thought something must have happened in that room at night, so I dragged you out of the city lord's mansion. As long as you are still asleep, the city NPCs will not be able to notice you."

Zhang Chunliang suddenly remembered that when he woke up that morning, he was indeed on a straw mat, and those citizens saw him only after he woke up.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only uttered two words: "Thank you."

Tingying snorted coldly and said nothing more.

"What did you mean when you said we were running out of time?" Zhang Chunliang took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Those players outside are going crazy looking for you, don't you know?" Tingying pointed at the table.

"What do they want from me?" Zhang Chunliang recalled the half-headed man who cast a spell on him, and his face looked unhappy.

"You are the only living player in this copy now. If they want to get out of the copy, they certainly can't let you go." Ting Ying didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

"The only one alive..." Zhang Chunliang looked at Tingying in disbelief.

"I thought you had already discovered it, otherwise why would you test me with tea." Tingying smiled and pointed to the teacup that she had not touched since Zhang Chunliang filled it with water.

Zhang Chunliang coughed awkwardly.

He also had a sudden thought. The Third Young Master was obviously in an opposing camp with the NPCs in the dungeon and refused to accept their drinking water. However, he drank the pond water he had just drawn, so he suspected that the water might have different effects on those NPCs. If Tingying was also transformed, he would naturally react.

Tingying moved her head, stood up, turned her back to Zhang Chunliang, and exposed the back of her head.

Her hair was still short with only stubble, so the face behind her head, which was almost starting to have facial features, was particularly clear.

"!!!" Zhang Chunliang subconsciously touched the back of his head.

"Lucky guy." Tingying's tone was a little sour, "The mechanism of this dungeon is designed to make all the players wiped out."

"On the first day, I could guide the players to earn copper coins, but I was deceived by the citizens and lost my life."

"After entering the City Lord's Mansion, the surviving players will be assigned various duties. If they are not careful, they will die. In addition, there is a collective task to protect the servants in the Third Young Master's courtyard. Until now, all players have only 20 health points."

"But they are already dead..." Even now, when Zhang Chunliang thinks of the scene in the player's rest area, he still feels a chill down his spine.

"That depends on how you define death." Tingying sat back in his chair, "Physiologically, all the players except you are no longer human, and some have completely lost consciousness, which is the so-called death.

But some players use some items to keep their consciousness in their bodies. As long as they can find a way to leave the dungeon before the main quest is over, they can be "resurrected" through the items. "

"Why do they need me if they don't find a solution quickly?"

"Because once you lose your human identity, our player team will be deemed annihilated. Even if we still have human consciousness, we will remain in this world forever."

Tingying stared at Zhang Chunliang seriously: "Some players want to protect you, and some players want to replace your identity."

"For example, that half-headed man, and Chen Dayong!" Zhang Chunliang remembered that Chen Dayong had tried his best to get a copper coin from him, which was probably a way of "replacement".

"Then which type are you?" Zhang Chunliang swallowed and looked at Tingying.

"Then it depends on your performance. Tingying flicked the teacup lightly: "Since you are not too stupid, I decided to let you go for now."

Zhang Chunliang breathed a sigh of relief. He then quickly asked, "Do you know why the Third Young Master's servants came to spy on him?"

"Peeping? You think it's too simple."

Tingying looked out the window. She seemed to sense something and stood up anxiously: "Let me remind you, these servants are also part of the city's citizens."

Zhang Chunliang frowned, trying to digest her words.

"It's too late." Ting Yingwen said in a hurry, "Go and find out the source of this glass of water as soon as possible. I have a feeling that this is an important node to break the deadlock. Also, get away from this Third Young Master as soon as possible!"

Zhang Chunliang wanted to ask something, but suddenly, the surroundings began to become brighter, the cool atmosphere gradually disappeared, and daylight came again.

"Hmm." The third young master on the bed fluttered and opened his eyes.

Zhang Chunliang turned his head and saw that Tingying had left quietly.

"Master? How do you feel?" He took two steps forward and observed the person on the bed.

The Third Young Master's eyes lost focus, as if he had lost his soul. He lay in bed without even the strength to turn over: "I'm so hungry..."

Zhang Chunliang suddenly shuddered, and he recalled what Tingying had just said.

"Servants are also part of the city's citizens."

She had previously obtained chips containing the souls of the citizens, so she could feel that all the souls were sending her signals of hunger.

However, the servants often brought food to the third young master, and it was very abundant, which showed that they were not short of food at all.

But they were still hungry.

This means that they are not relying on food to relieve their hunger. So what could it be?

The third young master has already started to pick at the corners of the wall impatiently, trying to find his noodles.

When he woke up, he seemed to become very impatient, and the only unexpected thing that happened during his sleep was the strange servant.

The reason why those servants were constantly risking their lives to get close to him and spy on him was probably not because of Stockholm syndrome, but because...

They want to eat the Third Young Master!