Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"What are you thinking about? Why are you closing your eyes?" the half head asked softly.

"I, I was thinking about the Third Young Master. I heard that he is terrible and I don't know how to serve him." Zhang Chunliang's brain seemed to be frozen and he could hardly think. He made up an excuse based on his instinctive desire to survive.

“That’s the most terrifying BOSS in this dungeon.” Half of the head’s expression could no longer be seen, but his tone was full of sympathy: “But I made a guide before I came here. As long as you follow what is written on this piece of paper, you will be safe.”

He was like a warm-hearted friend, handing over a piece of paper with his pale, blood-stained hands: "Come and take a look, something on this can help you."

"Really? Thank you so much." Zhang Chunliang replied woodenly.

Even though his heart was screaming "no", his hand still took the paper.

He was clearly aware that he had been tricked without knowing when - his body seemed to be manipulated and he was unable to refuse any of the player's requests.

The moment his fingers touched the paper, a cold breath flowed into his lungs along his fingers.

[The player triggers the passive item 'Fate-changing Talisman'. If the item holder absorbs all of his vitality within three days, his identity will be plundered.]

Zhang Chunliang spat out a mouthful of blood in his heart.

To put it simply, plundering identity means that the player has realized that he is dead, so he chooses to force a sale and exchange identities with living players to get the opportunity to leave the copy.

He estimated that all the players here were planning the same thing. He was like a tasty little lamb, and had long been coveted by these hungry wolves.

It's just that I realized it too late, and this person got there first.

He unconsciously touched his brow.

He changed his mind at the last minute when choosing a tattoo and carved "Eyes of the Thorn Witch" on his forehead.

Legend has it that the Thorn Witch lives in a fantasy jungle full of demons and has eyes that can see through reality.

There were many young people who pursued fashion and asked him to get this tattoo, so later some customers reported that they often saw "unclean" things after getting their eyes tattooed.

In order to prevent players from getting suspicious of him because of a tattoo on his face when he went out, he exchanged ten energy points with the system to hide the tattoo on his forehead.

He just wanted to try and see if his eyes could catch the "ghost" hiding among the players, but he didn't expect that he was actually the outlier among the players.

Three days, is this his last day to live?

Zhang Chunliang felt that the coolness that penetrated deep into his lungs was trying to permeate his entire body. The progress was very slow, but it would be completed one day.

"Ding Dong——"

There was a faint sound of night watchmen knocking outside the door, which was a sign of nightfall.

"Hurry up and get up, you lazy bastard! You delayed the Third Young Master's rest time, and you will suffer the consequences!"

Vicious and sarcastic curses came from the door, and the servant who brought Zhang Chunliang here came to find him.

To Zhang Chunliang, who was being drained of energy, this hoarse voice sounded like heavenly music.

He felt his body relax and he was immediately freed from the shackles. He staggered out of bed and rushed to the door.

No one in the room came out to chase him. They just stared at Zhang Chunliang quietly and watched him leave.

The further Zhang Chunliang was from the rest area, the weaker the coldness on his body became. The force that was absorbing his vitality seemed to have to be close to him to be effective.

It seems that I am safe tonight.

Just when his tense nerves were about to relax, the strong chill hit him again, making his eyes go dark in an instant.

He panted and looked around - he happened to pass by a lake on the road he was walking on.

The servant in front was holding a lantern to illuminate the surroundings. The dim light allowed him to vaguely see that on the surface of the lake closest to him, there was the reflection of a mutilated half-headed man, staring at him motionlessly.

It seemed that he still couldn't escape, and the deep depression made his mind a mess.

Along the way, whenever Zhang Chunliang thought he was about to escape from the half-headed man's control, the figure of the half-headed man would appear in every puddle and every mirror, standing quietly, watching his prey.

It was as if he was telling him with practical actions not to try to escape.

"Be careful when you go in." The servant suddenly stopped and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you. The most common people who died around our Third Young Master were the night servants."

I had unknowingly arrived at the Third Young Master's bedroom.

Zhang Chunliang looked around. He saw a brightly lit courtyard surrounded by tall, dim trees of some unknown origin.

The lingering half-headed man has not been spotted yet.

He was about to thank the servant, but when he looked up, he froze where he was.

"Do you have any opinion about me?" The servant's face turned pale and he stared at Zhang Chunliang.

"No, no." Zhang Chunliang looked at him sincerely: "It's just that I suddenly realized that I am still too naive."

He was indeed too naive. He was only concerned about being framed by the player team, but he forgot that this copy was the culprit that caused the players to become like that.

How can the NPC here be a savior? It's just another tiger's den.

It was too dark along the way, and he was so distracted by the half-headed man's relentless pursuit that he did not observe the servant's true appearance.

At this moment he saw clearly that the servant who had led him all the way had his head and torso reversed.

As he led Zhang Chunliang all the way to the dormitory, his head was always facing Zhang Chunliang, and he stared at him gloomily and fiercely all the way.

This reminded Zhang Chunliang that he always felt a gloomy gaze whenever he went to the rest area. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get goose bumps.

"Don't let me find out." The servant said word by word: "How did you get the attention of the Third Young Master in such a despicable way? Otherwise, I will definitely replace you!"

Although he looks a bit presumptuous, he is still a loyal servant with a love brain.

Zhang Chunliang got goosebumps all over his body and felt a little amused and helpless.

"What are you laughing at?" The third young master heard the noise and leaned against the door frame, looking at the two of them curiously.

The servant's body trembled violently, and he left quickly without daring to raise his head.

Zhang Chunliang didn't know how to explain it to him. It seemed that his servants had developed Stockholm syndrome due to his abuse, so he could only wave his hands awkwardly.

"All of you get out of here, I only need him here." The third young master muttered to himself.

Zhang Chunliang thought he was just having another crazy hysterical attack, so he ignored him and walked into his dormitory.

But when he closed the door, he always felt that the shadowy trees around him were a little strange.

There is clearly no wind tonight, so why are the leaves shaking?

Such doubts flashed through his mind for a moment, but soon he was no longer able to pay attention to these small details.

The scene before him began to give him a headache.