I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

At the end of the book signing, the editor boldly predicted a wave of sales that might reach an unprecedented sales volume of ten million!

This was a result that no one in the industry had ever dared to dream of!

No wonder Warfarin's editor was so excited.

...

Hearing this good news, Warfarin appeared very calm.

Every day, she faced one terrifying environment after another through Flanders. Sometimes, she even suffered indescribable torture in those terrifying environments.

With this kind of training, normal things would not have any impact on her.

In the past, she would get excited about it and even tweet and brag about it.

But now, it did not matter to her at all.

After experiencing so many scary illusions, Warfarin had become much smarter.

She vaguely guessed that Flanders might not be as simple as he looked.

Perhaps some of the things that happened in the hallucinations and nightmares were not nightmares.

Perhaps, the other party had come to her so that she could create this work.

Of course, Warfarin only thought about this idea and did not think that it was real.

Warfarin looked at his study.

This villa was indeed a little eerie as if there really was something strange.

At first, Warfarin could feel the obvious coolness. It was summer, but she did not feel any heat.

But after Flanders moved in, everything returned to normal.

Warfarin was not stupid, but she did not think too much about some things.

Although she had noticed many things, she did not intend to delve into them.

She asked herself, what good would it do for her to understand all of this?

What would I get in the end if I dug out all of Flanders's secrets and even fell out with him for this?

After Warfarin thought about it, the answer she got was nothing.

Not only would she say she would not get anything, but she might also lose everything.

She would lose the comfort of her life and lose her creative ability that was like a god was helping her.

She would lose a lot of inspiration.

There would be no good in figuring it out, but there would be some harm.

Most importantly, Warfarin did not know what Flanders was thinking, but she was hopelessly in love with Flanders.

She knew that she could not leave Flanders anymore.

Even if she knew that Flanders was very special and mysterious, and even had some unspeakable secrets, she would only find Flanders more and more attractive.

So, after thinking seriously for a while, Warfarin chose to maintain the status quo.

After these thoughts flashed through her mind, Warfarin said calmly, "Sister Ling, did you call to tell me this?"

The editor was too excited, so she did not notice the coldness in Warfarin's tone.

She continued to say excitedly, "Teacher Warfarin, have you forgotten?

You promised that as long as the sales volume exceeded 500,000, you would hold a signing press conference.

It just so happens that the sales volume of 'Nightmare 2' is also about to break 500,000. Your fans are all waiting for you!

The Forum is bursting with people urging you to hold a book signing conference!"

The more the editor talked, the happier she became. The more she talked, the more excited she became.

She really did not expect 'Nightmare' to be so popular!

A horror novel that had just released its first novel had already caused a stir among readers. This was completely phenomenal work.

It even showed signs of breaking through the circle!

If this trend continued to develop, it was only a matter of time before 'Nightmare' was adapted into a movie series and moved onto the big screen!

Moreover, the loyalty and viscosity of Warfarin's fans were very high!

This gave her a vague sign of surpassing the older generation and becoming the number one person in the horror novel industry!

...

"A signing press conference? It seems like there's such a thing.

How about this, you guys have full authority to arrange the signing press conference. I won't interfere.

Just inform me in advance when the arrangements are made."

Warfarin said faintly.

"Alright! Teacher Warfarin, don't worry, we will definitely arrange it. Just wait for my good news!"

Seeing that Warfarin agreed, the editor's tone became even more cheerful.

"Okay."

After replying indifferently, Warfarin hung up the phone.

"500,000 sales... press conference signing... According to my previous personality, shouldn't I start making calls now?"

Warfarin muttered to herself, her expression somewhat absent-minded.

The achievement she had always dreamed of was placed in front of her.

But Warfarin actually felt somewhat dull.

At this moment, a scarecrow doll with a strange appearance slowly poked its head out from behind the screen of her computer.

"Write~"

The Scarecrow Doll opened its mouth and let out a hoarse whisper.

Hearing this, Warfarin's hair stood on end, and her fear increased!

"Yes! I'll start now!"

While she was afraid, Warfarin's heart trembled.

However, there was nothing in reality. Everything just now was just Warfarin's illusion.

Now, even without Flanders by her side, Warfarin would still see some terrifying things from time to time.

Hence, she immediately carried this fear and continued to create 'Nightmare'.

...

What Warfarin did not know was that amongst these illusions, some were real images that Flanders controlled the Guardian Scarecrow to create.

All of this was to keep Warfarin in a state of inspiration.

Seeing Warfarin work so hard, Flanders was very satisfied.

The corners of his mouth split open, tearing all the way to his ears, revealing a terrifying smile.

After this period of time together, Flanders also discovered that Warfarin had noticed something.

But seeing that Warfarin had no intention of asking further, Flanders sometimes cooperated.

After all, such a clever and willing girlfriend and tool, Flanders liked it very much.

Even a little reluctant to destroy her.

Fortunately, the villa Warfarin bought was not ordinary.

Every day, Flanders would walk around the villa if he was free, walking up and down.

But perhaps the first impression was too deep, causing everything in the villa to avoid Flanders.

This made Flanders do it often because of boredom, and find sometimes for fun.

Once, when he happened to meet the eyes of his next-door neighbor through the window, Flanders gave him a casual glance.

The man was so frightened that he passed out.

When he woke up, his mind was in a whirl, and he kept saying things like 'scarecrow, living scarecrow'.

Then his family sent him to a mental hospital.

And the family thought it was too evil, so they moved away.

That way, the neighborhood was much quieter.

Of course, if anyone else bothered him, Flanders would send a few more to a mental hospital.

He could also collect some fear points.