Seeing the warning in the barrage that "the mortality rate for newcomers is 99%", she was so frightened that her eyes turned red, but when she turned around, she ran into the arms of an NPC.
The expected severe pain did not subside, and the other party's withered hand hung above her head, and in the end he just clumsily brushed away the broken hair on her cheek.
The live broadcast room exploded: "??? Is this still the stitch monster that bites everyone in sight?"
Later, the audience got used to it——
The doll city lord who would give her the sweetest candy; the ghost-faced swordsman who left his only umbrella to her on a rainy night; even Frankenstein, who threatened to make her a specimen, would blush and look away: "Don't, don't touch dangerous things."
Su Nuo held the marshmallows she bought from the Points Mall and blinked in confusion: "They don't seem... Very scary?"
No one knows that these bosses who are soft-hearted towards her are all fragments of the broken soul of the main god of horror games.
And in the dimension she couldn't see, the Lord God's fingertips gently touched the pear dimples that made her laugh in the live broadcast, with a deep look in his eyes: "My fragments are as worthless as me."
——How come the horror survival that was promised has become a large-scale preferred site for all dungeon bosses?
Su Nuo looked at the slowly increasing points on the panel. She was still far away from 100 million and SSS level clearance. She lowered her head and poked the "friendly" BOSS beside her who was fending off the resentful spirit for her: "Um... Can you give me some more points?"
BOSS (the tips of his ears are red): "... Take it."
