Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang was stunned and turned his head in a daze, looking at the octopus tentacles next to him that were the same size as him. The tentacles were covered with dark red and purple suction cups, which were slightly moving as if breathing, looking scary and hideous.

It stood side by side with Zhang Chunliang, with similar body shape, like a kind and gentle friend.

"I'm fine..." Zhang Chunliang looked at it sadly, "It's okay, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

He suddenly realized that people like Lao K and Shen Xingyi were very sensitive to changes in people's moods.

Shen Xingyi in this world obviously likes to become a huge body, but he restrained his preference and turned into a little black cat.

It obviously didn't like the form of a black cat, because cats are weak and sensitive, and can't even bite through an octopus claw.

But it knows that when humans are sad, they may need a furry little pet to comfort them.

Old K didn't say anything. He just wrapped up the big palm-leaf fan and started fanning Zhang Chunliang seriously.

"I found that this small car has loaded our luggage here!" Li Mufeng had just climbed into the car, wanting to see if he could find something to eat, but he found their luggage instead.

He held two bamboo tubes filled with water and climbed carefully onto the roof of the car.

"I think we need to celebrate." Li Mufeng threw a bamboo tube to Zhang Chunliang. His eyes, hidden in his messy hair, shone with a naivety and stupidity that Zhang Chunliang was somewhat familiar with.

Zhang Chunliang opened the lid, took a sip of water and tasted the sweetness.

"I've been saving up some rock sugar for a long time, now I'm giving it to you for free." Li Mufeng glanced at him with dissatisfaction.

He probably didn't realize that his original old and numb demeanor had disappeared long ago in the process of getting along with Zhang Chunliang, and he became more and more like a vigorous young man.

Zhang Chunliang smiled at him and drank half of the water in the bottle.

"I have something to do." He pinched the black cat's neck, put it next to the bamboo tube to drink water, and gave casual instructions.

"I don't know what will happen. Maybe nothing will happen, or maybe there will be some minor troubles." He reopened the system panel and called up the interface of the main task.

"But don't worry, I will come back safely, I promise."

Now is one of the few safe times. The evil god has just been dealt with and daytime has not yet arrived. They will not encounter any danger for the time being. He should seize the time to test his conjecture.

[Main quest: Find ten followers of the "Thousand-Handed Buddha". Once you find the target, do you choose to identify him?]

"I identify Wang Huan, the leader of the 7th famine-fighting team from Xinnan City heading to Shuangshi Village, as one of the followers of the evil Buddha."

This was the information Li Mufeng told him. This group of refugees was one of hundreds of groups composed of residents from a first-tier city, and the leader was an important official sent by the government.

The system received Zhang Chunliang's identification, and the reddish fluorescence suddenly paused.

Then, the ominous red light on the system screen suddenly grew brighter, illuminating the land red, like blood about to gush out.

[If the identification fails, the player Zhang Chunliang will receive the punishment of failure - amplifying the negative energy in the body. ]

Zhang Chunliang had anticipated that this dog system must have set up some word games or strange traps, waiting for him to fall into the trap.

He clenched his teeth, waiting to receive the so-called negative energy punishment.

The next moment, billions of voices of fear and wailing rang in his head.

In extreme pain, his eyes went dark and his body collapsed.

……

The straw grasshopper ate the last bit of flesh on the white bones and jumped onto Qu Anran contentedly.

"Are you all right?" the fox asked.

"Okay..." Qu Anran nodded, then suddenly fell to the ground, "I'm so hungry..."

His stomach was twitching from hunger, sweat started to break out on his forehead, and he almost didn't have the strength to speak.

The yellow sand beneath him turned into a palm, lifted up his body, and threw it roughly onto the cart.

The next second, the yellow sand rolled and gathered to one place, condensing into a human shape.

A tall and thin man with a sinister and cold look appeared in front of the two.

He walked slowly to the bones that had been eaten completely by grasshoppers, squatted down, and sniffed gently.

“It’s gone,” he said. “It’s gone.”

Qu Anran was so hungry that he was almost losing consciousness, otherwise he would have complained about it and called it a mad dog.

He and Zhang Chunliang seemed to be playing a very new game.

Not long ago, the counterfeit Zhang Chunliang took a few people to a remote temple and asked them to worship the evil Buddha one by one to get the key to leave.

Several people knew very well that worshiping this so-called evil Buddha might indeed make them leave the dungeon, but they would be contaminated by the power of the evil god and become its minions, attracting more players to this dungeon and eventually becoming its nourishment - just like the previous player.

After realizing that he could no longer extract any value from the guy in front of him, Qu Anran acted decisively.

The straw grasshoppers he had collected along the way were like hungry locusts, swarming towards the counterfeit Zhang Chunliang.

This guy does have some strength. He realized that his identity had been exposed, and he reacted quickly to avoid the grasshopper's attack. He then took out various props to fight back.

However, his attacks were easily blocked by the water balls that suddenly appeared in the air and the earth spikes that suddenly rose from the ground, and his body was torn apart by endless grasshoppers. He soon became powerless and collapsed to the ground covered in blood.

The grasshoppers took the opportunity to swarm over him and eat up all his flesh and blood.

"Throw two of my grasshoppers over here—" Qu Anran shouted weakly, "Choose the cleaner ones."

"They have eaten human flesh. You are so disgusting." The fox's mouth corners sank slightly and his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Wait until I... starve to death and rot on your little tricycle, with flies eating holes all over my body... then you will know what... disgusting means..." Qu Anran counterattacked weakly.

He stretched out his claws and tried his best to catch the grasshoppers jumping around under the car.

The mad dog searched his body for a long time, took out the only remaining half of a dried sweet potato, and stuffed it roughly into Qu Anran's mouth.

"Hmm..." Qu Anran chewed for a long time, straining his neck to swallow, "Dried sweet potato?! Why haven't I felt it on you--"

He thought he had stolen all the food from the mad dog, but he didn't expect that there were still some that slipped through the net!

"Because I hid it, this dried sweet potato is the sweetest." The mad dog squatted on the ground and kept sniffing, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter.

He waved his hand, stirring up gusts of wind, searching for a familiar smell in the dust coming from all directions.

Qu Anran instantly understood what he meant. He turned over and sat up with difficulty, and asked anxiously, "Did you find out?"

The reason why Mad Dog could share his most hidden food must be because he was in a very, very good mood.

That must be that he found the person he had been thinking about.