Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

——So this is the end of it? The live broadcast room of the Never Sleeping City dungeon is completely dark?

——I guess the team is wiped out. Oh, I prepared a bunch of good props in vain and wanted to treat this newcomer well.

——How stupid! He was drowned. What a waste. I offer 3 points. Can anyone go into the Never-Sleeping City instance and fish out his body for me?

——What the hell. Someone has already gone to see it, the Never Sleeping City instance is permanently closed.

——What?? Permanently closed?! Not what I thought?!

——Someone has completed the game, awesome.

——Who did it? The new guy drowned, and the rest died or ran away. Who can really pass the level? Are you dreaming?

——Tingying? That shouldn’t be the case. If it was him, there shouldn’t be no news at all.

——At least the group of people from the Royal Throne Council squatting at the exit of the dungeon will not let him go. I have seen several waves of them at the entrance of the dungeon recently.

——I have a guess. It is known that Tingying is actually a woman disguised as a man. Is it possible that she changed her clothes when she left the copy... ?

——Wang Quan and his group of idiots wouldn't really lose the person like this... No wonder there was no news at all. If that's the case, it's really embarrassing.

——In short, this copy is completely closed. I still want to go in and make a fortune.

——Well, no one is more miserable than me. I can’t get back the deposit I left with the butcher. My new lover, my resurrection pill, wuwuwu.

When the sewer forum was heatedly discussing the sudden closure of the City That Never Sleeps, a newcomer who they thought had died long ago walked out of the copy.

The boy in a baseball cap was holding a lollipop and fiddling with his Walkman. When he looked up, he saw a guy in ancient costume with a confused look on his face.

He spit out the candy stick, squinted his eyes, aimed for a moment, and smashed it hard at the man.

Zhang Chunliang just felt something hit him without any pain. When he looked up, the boy grinned and waved at him.

He was a boy of about sixteen or seventeen, with a handsome face and a somewhat wicked smile. But the familiar look in his eyes made Zhang Chunliang recognize the other person at once.

This is Tingying in disguise. If he didn't know anyone in this game, he wouldn't have been able to guess her identity so easily. After all, this is very different from her previous image.

Around Tingying was a group of players who were being scolded and obeying orders.

"You're a bunch of rubbish! That bitch is still alive! She can't just disappear out of thin air. Even if you have to dig deep into the ground, you must find her for me...!"

Tingying turned a blind eye, gestured to Zhang Chunliang to keep quiet, and then arrogantly summoned a floating motorcycle.

"Come on baby, welcome to hell."

She introduced it like this.

This is too childish. Zhang Chunliang endured the ambiguous looks from the other players and walked over, suppressing his embarrassment. He complained in his heart that this guy really thought of himself as a rebellious little boy who was pretending to be cool.

This motorcycle should be some kind of prop. After the two of them got on, the surroundings quickly became blurry. In less than half a minute, they stopped at an abandoned construction site.

Plastic sheds can be seen everywhere, separating small rooms, probably to prevent wind. They should be the resting place for players, and they look shabby and embarrassing.

There were garbage bags everywhere on the ground, and several card tables that were casually set up with bricks, with some opened capsules and plastic bottles on the tables.

There were more people in this organization than he had imagined. Everyone coming and going had a tired and alert expression. They looked fully armed and were not easy to mess with.

Zhang Chunliang, who had just appeared in this area, stood there stupidly, out of place with them.

"Hey, there's a new guy?" A muscular bald man with tattoos all over his body walked over with a bit of provocation.

Zhang Chunliang felt that the other party had ill intentions, and he felt like a little lamb that had strayed into a gang's territory.

"Second in command, what do you mean? We at Blasphemy God won't accept such pretty boys." He winked at Tingying exaggeratedly.

This was a very low-level provocation. After hearing it, a group of people laughed wildly and looked at Zhang Chunliang with uncomfortable eyes. The busy players stopped in their steps and looked over here indifferently.

Zhang Chunliang stared at the other person expressionlessly, as if waiting for the big man to finish laughing. The big man laughed for a long time without any reaction from him, so he stopped talking dryly and looked at the two of them, his eyes somewhat at a loss.

"Your tattoo has faded." Zhang Chunliang curled his lips slightly and said softly, instantly breaking down the other party's psychological defenses.

"What?! Impossible! I spent 150 points to let Old Liu get this tattoo for me!" The big man looked quite devastated, twisting his muscles and leaning back, as if he wanted to see where his tattoo had faded.

Tingying looked horrible, and gnashed her teeth as she said, "Manniu, who gave you the idea to act in this drama? It's really shameful!"

"Ah?" Manniu couldn't see the tattoo on his back, and he was obviously very concerned, so he answered absentmindedly, "They said that I should give the new guy a warning, so that he wouldn't dare to take Qiao."

"Come on! Look at the environment we live in. Who would want to come and take Joe in a place like this? Idiot!"

Tingying rolled her eyes, chased the big fool away, and used her eyes to drive away the other players who were watching the fun.

"Don't worry, Manniu is a big idiot. He is also a veteran figure around the boss and is quite loyal. He has a very simple mind. You can go to him if you have something to do, he won't refuse." Tingying introduced with some headache.

"As you can see, the living environment for blasphemous people is a bit difficult." Tingying led Zhang Chunliang to an RV and kicked away the can in front of him without changing his expression.

Zhang Chunliang already felt a little regretful. The scenes before him looked very familiar. Where he lived, usually only scavengers would live in such places. Even the plastic shed buildings were exactly the same.

Could it be that the player who led the rebellion against the mastermind of the game house was here? It seemed quite disgraceful, even a little embarrassing...

"Don't let your imagination run wild. This is the price we pay for rebelling against the system." Ting Ying seemed to see through his thoughts and explained the current situation of Blasphemy: "Every player who leaves the initial copy will have an independent resting space. They can also conduct various types of transactions with the points earned in the game. The props, food, clothing, housing and transportation will only be more advanced than the world you came from."

Zhang Chunliang frowned and looked around. Apart from this dilapidated reinforced concrete construction site, there were endless weeds all around. It was extremely desolate, and there were no supporting living facilities. He had a very bad guess in his mind.

"Every player who rebels against the system will be marked by the system and lose all rights to live and survive in the game house." Tingying's voice sounded a little bit malicious. "Congratulations, because you have saved me and the boss many times, you have been labeled as a rebel before leaving the dungeon."

The premonition came true, and the good-tempered Zhang Chunliang wanted to destroy the world for a moment.

"You mean, I could have lived in an independent, well-equipped single apartment and enjoyed life after leaving those damn dungeons. But now that I've left the dungeons, I can only come to this... abandoned construction site and live in a shed? Am I right?"

Tingying was tossing and turning in the RV. After hearing Zhang Chunliang's summary, she snapped her fingers and praised politely, "Smart boy."

"But you can rest assured that you can enter the dungeon as usual. After all, the Game House hopes that we will die in the dungeon and provide them with nutrients. This guarantees the source of your points. Afterwards, you can go to the underground black market with me. There are also various things and props needed for daily life there, but they may be more expensive than those in the system mall."

She seemed to have found what she wanted, her eyes lit up, and she struggled to pull out a scroll and unfolded it on the table.

Zhang Chunliang was deeply shocked and was holding his chest to calm himself down. When he saw her take out the strange props, he leaned over to take a look out of curiosity.

"Bring the ink." Tingying carefully spread out the scroll, revealing a yellowed incomplete painting, which seemed to be a man.

The lines only depict the man's outline, which appears blurry.

Zhang Chunliang handed over the ink pad, and Tingying carefully took out a corresponding seal from his backpack, dipped it in the ink pad, and then neatly printed it on the scroll.

The two waited in silence for a long time, but there was no response.

"What's going on? Oh, has the soul been put in?" Zhang Chunliang was a little surprised. The person in the picture should be the player.

It seems that I have to collect all the soul fragments to restore this painting.

Will this player be resurrected at that time?

"...He refuses to come out." Tingying was a little depressed. She looked at Zhang Chunliang angrily, "...You try it!"

The fragments collected before did not have these problems. It seems that someone has spoiled them.

Zhang Chunliang was somewhat flattered. He rubbed his hands on his pants, solemnly took the seal, and stamped it on the scroll again.

This time, a beam of dazzling golden light broke away from the seal and flowed slowly along the man's outline on the scroll like nectar. It touched Zhang Chunliang's hand with some attachment, and then slowly disappeared into the scroll.

"It's really too licking." Tingying couldn't help but complained angrily.

In the past, the soul fragments they had collected at great lengths would often only flash for a moment after the seal was stamped, perfunctorily reminding them that the absorption was successful, and then disappear. They were never as dazzling as they were today, like flowing clouds.

Zhang Chunliang lowered his eyelids and stared at the still blurry figure on the scroll. He felt that the figure was somewhat familiar, and the familiar dull pain came from his heart again.

"Did the Third Young Master just disappear like that? If that player is resurrected, will the Third Young Master still exist?"

"Your idea is quite interesting." Tingying smiled, "Why not think of it this way? Every soul fragment is our boss. The system only activates his consciousness in the soul. Everything he does is due to his inner will. If the boss is really resurrected at that time, he may have a few more memories in his head. Even if he forgets them, it doesn't matter, because these are things that his soul has truly experienced. Forgetting does not mean disappearance."

Strangely, Zhang Chunliang breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought of another person, so he asked again: "Where is Mad Dog? How is his injury?"

"If he knew you were thinking about him so much, he would wag his tail with joy." Ting Ying said sarcastically, "He's fine. He just came out of the dungeon ten days ago and his injuries have healed. Then he insisted on rushing into the dungeon to find you. The fox saw that he was in the way, so it packed him up and threw him into another dungeon. He hasn't come out yet."

Hearing that the mad dog was still alive and kicking, Zhang Chunliang felt relieved.

"Don't just think about others, little saint father, think more about yourself." Ting Ying couldn't stand his look of saving all living things, so she pushed him into the bathroom of the RV, "Give back the handsome pretty boy, change your clothes, and have a good rest."

While Zhang Chunliang was washing up, Tingying packed up all his things.

"The RV is yours for now. I think the boss who just came out also wants you to accompany him. It will take at most three days. We need to go to another instance."

Tingying was used to being the person in power. He gave orders without hesitation and quickly arranged everything for Zhang Chunliang.

At night, Zhang Chunliang was lying in bed, exhausted, but couldn't fall asleep. He could hear players walking back and forth outside the car, and talking and coughing in the distance.

This should be Tingying's lounge. Her personal belongings can be seen everywhere. Zhang Chunliang slept a little uneasy.

But the heavy fatigue made his eyelids heavy, and finally he frowned and fell into darkness.