When the horror world comes to the entertainment industry

A young man dressed in white, extremely pure and clean, sat under the statue.

If this wasn't the dungeon world, he would appear in front of everyone like the most devout believer.

The tall and thin man kept backing away in horror, hid behind Su Ran, and whispered: "This, is this the Holy Son?"

He didn't seem to feel any terrifying aura or suppression, but the tall and thin man was still very scared.

"You finally came……"

The young man with low brows and pleasing eyes slowly raised his head, his dark eyes, without any whites, were terrifying.

The tall and thin man, who was a little scared before, was even more dumbfounded this time. He didn't expect that the Son of God was really waiting for Su Ran.

What frightened him even more was watching the boy stand up little by little, bowing and prostrating respectfully.

"Nice to meet you, my mother."

What the hell!

What the hell?

Who is whose mother?

"So you look like this when you grow up, not as cute as when you were young."

Su Ran was not surprised, she already understood why this dungeon map is so vast and boundless from the clues that she pieced together.

This is the fusion zone of all low-level dungeons, ghosts who have not entered the dungeons and become NPCs live here.

Because the timeline of each copy is different, the time and space here are disordered, and all timelines are out of sync.

For example, because Su Ran opened the dungeon this time, in the new time and space Dabao is the son of human being auctioned, but in the dungeons that have been opened countless times, Dabao has been auctioned continuously. He is weak and cannot break free from the control of the dungeon. Poor NPCs.

But after all, he used to be a human being, constantly reincarnating and learning, and Dabao finally understood that he was just an NPC in the dungeon.

If he wants to change the gear of fate, he must continue to grow stronger. Dabao, who took the initiative to become a ghost, began to hide his identity.

Perhaps in this process, he has experienced countless deaths, but he is not afraid, because fate will always restart, as long as a human enters the copy, he will become a new NPC and be reborn again.

From weak creatures to ghosts to grieving ghosts, he gathered more ghost powers and began to ambush more powerful ghosts.

See those ghosts who once controlled his life and death, devoured them all, and those humans who entered the copy.

The burning hatred finally gave him the chance to evolve and became the strongest hatred here.

"Thank you very much for saving me and raising me in this dungeon, but I still don't want to let you go."

The always calm son, seems to be mature beyond his age.

Although he looks like a young man, he may have sunk here for hundreds of years.

"Dabao, don't you want to see another ending?"

Su Ran stood at the door, the cold wind kept pouring in, blowing her long hair, there was no fear, no flattery, she was her.

Powerful and beautiful, she is really teaching her children like a mother.

"Another ending? Do I have another ending?"

The slightly excited Son raised his arm, countless scars and curses covered his thin arm skin.

In the countless times of reincarnation and reincarnation, I don't know how many times I have died. Those pains are almost imprinted on the soul, and they will live forever.

The two seemed to be confronting each other, but Su Ran couldn't help but look more pitiful.

"Of course, I changed your fate. You are not the Holy Son. You have a name now. Your name is Dabao."

Speaking of Dabao, Su Ran had a smile on his lips, warm and pampering.

"Oh, if you like, I can choose a new name, isn't it cool?"

……

The tall and thin man hiding behind Su Ran rolled his eyes silently, what's so cool about it.

"I chose my name myself. My name is Gao Zhuangzhuang. Yes, his name is Li Miaomiao."

Suddenly being interrupted, Su Ran turned her head and glared at the tall and thin man in annoyance.

"Where are you so strong? What kind of bad name was chosen, it's not cool at all!"

The fat man who was innocently dragged out and lying on the gun hid behind the stone pillar at the door, and reminded in a low voice: "My name is Miao Miao. I am the only seedling in my family. I hope I can thrive. It's pretty cool."

Seeing his parents and brothers continue to die tragically, the fat man who is an only child keeps reminding himself that he must work hard to survive.

Seeing this group of people making ridiculous and boring complaints to each other, the corners of Shengzi's brows and eyes were tinged with popularity.

"Let me choose a cool name for that child too..."

Seeing the young man lost in thought, he finally murmured softly: "Su, hope, hope..."

He is the future that teenagers once hoped for and longed for.

Someone rescued him at that auction full of ghosts, and then raised him as a human being.

"Su Hope? It doesn't sound good, but it's pretty cool. Then you'll be called by this name from now on."

Under the gaze of the Holy Son, Su Ran approached step by step, without even using any force or asking the ghost in her shadow to appear.

"Hope, I want to show you another ending."

In the empty temple, Su Ran knelt on one knee and hugged the thin boy.

Like the most devout believer, she kept praying in her heart, giving the child hope of life, and not sinking into death anymore.

Yehuo is constantly burning around the body, which is the most powerful protection against hatred.

No one approached, but Su Ran hugged her child tightly as if she couldn't feel any pain.

It was as if before parting, Dabaolai acted like a baby in her arms, constantly gnawing at her wrists, leaving small tooth marks and smelling.

Su Ran wanted to integrate her own smell into the boy's body again, maybe it belonged to her mother's smell.

Hope, hope, I want to show you different endings.

Su Ran slowly closed her eyes, gritted her teeth hard, not letting herself make any sound, but tears dripped down the corners of her eyes.

The moment tears fell, a huge light enveloped the two of them.

--as you wish!
The cold voice of the system rang in Su Ran's ears, as if time had been frozen, and everyone fell into a dark abyss.

Su Ran only felt itching on her wrist, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a little furry head nibbling her wrist in her arms.

"Hope, why did you sneak in again?"

Holding this troublesome little guy in his arms and rubbing it hard, Su Ran kissed his chubby cheek again.

"Mom is a little lazy pig. What time does it get up? You still have to put on makeup, do styling, and shoot. I came to wake you up out of kindness."

After getting up with the little guy in his arms, Brother Li outside the door was busy arranging the itinerary, and Yao Meili was packing her luggage.

Seeing the sleepy-eyed mother and son, they stomped their feet angrily.

"Hurry up, hurry up, we have to catch a plane."

Su Ran, who was in a daze, was pushed to wash, and Su hoped to be carried away by Yao Meili.

A lot of things are explained here, the timeline is disordered, and the dungeons are constantly superimposed in the chaotic place. The son of mankind being auctioned is the future son of God. There are two children in the apocalypse of parallel time and space. The child has become hatred, one is to be auctioned or the great treasure of human beings, the fate of the two, if there is no Su Ran to break the balance, it will be an endless cycle.