Ning Su’s hair is soft, his skin is pale, his expression is slightly sluggish, his body is thin, and he is out of place in the crowd of passers-by. He listened to the people around him discussing how to clear the level of this dungeon, and asked: “I survived the level, does it count as clearing the level?” The people around looked at him like a fool: What a pity. After entering the dungeon, Ning Su really started to live a life of his own. If there is a gloomy skull on the castle, Ning Su will pick it up and make it into a night light to sleep beautifully. The waterfall turned into blood, and he took the stew in a small milk pot, his eyes shining brightly. Occasionally, he will also make small clothes for ghosts crawling on the ground. Later, he really survived, the NPCs are sticky to him, the ghost master followed him and called him ‘mother’, and he still had the bloody heart of the flower god in his chest. “…” For Ning Su, there is food and drink in the infinite horror world, which is much more wonderful than his previous life. He lived in the doomsday era and used to be a supernatural being, but his supernatural power is different. He is a special dark supernatural being who can absorb all dark things. The person in charge of the base asked him to purify the zombies and sent him to the zombie group. He turned into a little dark zombie. Humans did not like him, all dark beings loved him.