Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

What made Zhang Chunliang shudder was that a heavy footsteps was approaching him rapidly from behind.

Miscalculated! Although it was wobbly when walking, this huge monster had an incredible speed.

In just two or three seconds, Zhang Chunliang felt a strong wind blowing across the back of his neck. His left arm felt hot and the three-petal lotus tattoo instantly disappeared.

The meat monk failed to hit the target and started to get angry. The living meat in his belly screamed in anger. He pulled out the bloody kitchen knife from his waist and chopped down the prey in front of him.

Zhang Chunliang's mind went blank, and he reflexively summoned an item, then turned around and fought with the monk's kitchen knife.

The huge body was actually shaken back.

The monk slowly lowered his head, looking expressionlessly at the little worm in front of him. The human face in its belly almost broke through it, and it screamed wildly.

Zhang Chunliang looked at his tattoo gun with a notch on it, his heart trembling, but he tried to stay calm and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I came here to get my medical tools to treat you."

The meat monk was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and said vaguely: "Cure...disease..."

Zhang Chunliang observed that this meat mountain monster had a very strong movement speed, but it would not move if it could, and it was obviously not feeling well.

After the intense pursuit just now, he was obviously beginning to feel uncomfortable. The best proof was that his stomach was wriggling violently, and he could even see several painful and tragic faces through his belly!

Considering the way he killed people without mercy and his huge size, he must have eaten many people in the past.

"Are you having some indigestion?" Zhang Chunliang looked serious, trying to imitate the doctor he had seen in the hospital, looking at the monster in front of him.

Meat Mountain still had no expression on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhang Chunliang was afraid that he would come to his senses and slap him to death. He quickly taught him a lesson in a distressed tone: "It's all because of what you eat on a daily basis. You eat too much and too many different kinds of food, whether meat or vegetables. Not only is your nutrition excessive, but your stomach is also damaged. If you continue like this, your stomach will burst and you will die within two meals!"

"Butler... give me food... I'll pay." The meat monk stared at the head he had just twisted off in his hand, feeling a little confused.

"That's my consultation fee! I just gave it to the butler for safekeeping. You just killed my assistant, and I haven't blamed you yet!"

Zhang Chunliang took the initiative and acted impatiently: "Don't waste your time, I'm very busy. If you don't believe me, I'll give you a dose of good medicine first. If it doesn't work, you can do whatever you want with me!"

Since when, the meat monk found that food could no longer bring him enjoyment, but endless pain. He tried to use his superb cooking skills to cook, fry, and stir-fry food, making it different every time, and making delicious dishes for him to eat.

But every time he ate, he only felt more and more miserable. Despite this, his body was still craving for energy. It became a vicious cycle.

"Come..." The meat monk was silent for a while and decided to give this little worm a chance.

Zhang Chunliang asked him to drag a huge stone slab, then lie down flat, take off his clothes, revealing his strangely huge belly.

Then he went to Wang Gui's headless body and filled the tattoo gun with "energy".

This sinful man died in an easy and comical way, as it was less than half a day between his rebirth and death. But he did do one good thing before he died.

Zhang Chunliang suspected that the reason he was able to move suddenly was because the tattoo gun in his body was stained with Wang Gui's blood, which activated his body and allowed him to break free from the shackles of the Meat Monk.

Otherwise, facing such a terrifying NPC, he might not even have the slightest chance to resist.

It was a pity that Wang Gui's body had been left for a while, and the tattoo gun did not get the evil ghost spirit that he wanted most, but the energy contained in his blood was enough for Zhang Chunliang to tattoo the meat monk.

He decided to tattoo a two-headed Buddha on the monk's belly.

The two heads of this Buddha are responsible for different duties. The right head has closed eyes and a compassionate face, which can eliminate disasters and diseases, and remove evil spirits. The left head has wide-open eyes and fangs, which can ward off evil spirits and expel ghosts.

This is the way out he left for himself.

To cure this meat monk, one only needs to activate the compassionate closed-eye Buddha head. If he turns against him after he recovers and wants to eat him, Zhang Chunliang will activate the second head of the Chi Ne Buddha and let him taste the just punishment of the Holy Father system.

Perhaps they sensed the danger, but when Zhang Chunliang approached the meat monk’s belly, those terrifying human faces began to scream.

Zhang Chunliang suppressed his discomfort, picked up the tattoo gun and carved the first stroke on his uneven belly. A strange magnetic field gathered into his tattoo gun, and he entered the working state, completely ignoring everything outside.

——Does anyone know what this little saint is doing? Why did he suddenly start tattooing?

——I guess it’s to delay some time. People can think of anything before they die. I’ve seen a lot of people like this. It’s boring. I’ll change the live broadcast room.

——What a professional technique, what he tattooed looks so beautiful!

——Bodhisattva, probably asking the Bodhisattva to bless him and let him die in a dignified manner:)

An hour later, Zhang Chunliang finished carving the entire Buddha statue. The monk's belly had become quiet without anyone noticing.

Zhang Chunliang stood up and took two steps back to create some distance between himself and the monk, to prevent him from suddenly attacking and to admire his own tattoo work.

The meat monk tried to raise his head, looking at the scarlet but extremely beautiful tattoo on his belly. He rubbed his belly which no longer screamed, and felt a long-lost sense of relief.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw Zhang Chunliang put his index finger to his mouth, signaling him to shut up.

〖The system detects whether the host has completed the tattoo work and injects the energy of the Holy Father to activate it.〗

Zhang Chunliang snapped his fingers, and the tattoo on his belly suddenly began to twist and wriggle as if it had come alive, and the scarlet color gradually faded into blue.

[Father's energy -7, current energy 25/∞]

The energy consumption is still within a controllable range, but it can also be seen that this monk is very unusual. Indigestion alone has consumed seven points of his energy.

When all the scarlet on his belly turned blue, the meat monk felt a severe feeling of nausea.

He pinched his neck fiercely, his entire face turned blue and purple, and a few seconds later, he burped loudly, and a foul smell came from his mouth and nose.

Zhang Chunliang watched helplessly as dark blue mucus like asphalt continuously came out of the monk's mouth, followed by one broken skull after another. The indescribable stench made his eyes go black.

After vomiting for half an hour, the monk, who looked like a mountain of flesh, gradually shrank as if melting, with his skin hanging on the stinking ground.

When he finally stopped vomiting, a pair of jade-white hands stretched out from his gaping mouth and gently tore the entire skin in half like a fragile cloth. A naked, slender body broke free from the skin.

——I’m so dumbfounded that I don’t know where to start complaining.

——This is not a newcomer at all. How could a newcomer have rule skills? He is very likely a player from the Rule Guild. Damn, the Rule Guild is willing to let such a potential member enter this kind of dungeon.

——This transformation is so disgusting. I originally watched it as a side dish, but now I’m so nauseated that I can’t eat for three days.

——Who can analyze whose pseudonym this newcomer is?

Zhang Chunliang stared at the scene in front of him in amazement. The man who emerged from his body was naked, handsome, with eyes closed, and a somewhat compassionate look. He was nine feet tall, and on his abdomen was a double-headed Buddha tattoo that Zhang Chunliang had just finished.

The beauty slowly opened her eyes: "Hungry... so hungry."

Still the same recipe, still the same monk.

Zhang Chunliang did not relax, but took a step back vigilantly. He rubbed his right hand, ready to snap his fingers a second time at any time, and the angry Buddha in the two-headed Buddha would immediately bring down punishment.

The shadow of the beautiful monk flashed by, and appeared behind him the next second. He tore open Wang Gui's already stiff body and chewed it with relish, seemingly not interested in him.

When he finally finished eating, all that was left on the ground was a pool of blood and tattered pieces of clothing.

The beautiful monk was still not satisfied, but stopped his desire to eat.

He walked straight into the giant vomit, picked up a piece of wet human skin and handed it to Zhang Chunliang.

At this time, another system sound that had been silent for a long time finally sounded.

[Congratulations to the player for obtaining the item 'Human Skin Zen Clothes'. This item can resist three fatal attacks from A-level copies. Wrapped in this human skin, you can change your appearance three times in copies below A-level. It cannot be discovered without an S-level perspective item.]

Looking at the human skin that was still dripping with foul-smelling mucus, Zhang Chunliang's mouth twitched and he almost cried out.

After rubbing the human skin dozens of times with well water, Zhang Chunliang put it into his backpack. At this time, it was already dark in the city that never sleeps.

If he stayed with an NPC who fed on human flesh for a night, he might be treated as a midnight snack. Zhang Chunliang didn't dare to stay any longer, so he packed up his things and prepared to sneak away at night.

"If I were you, I would never go out in this situation."

A quiet voice came from the wall.