Global thriller: My organs have a mind of their own

The marquee went out.

Lin Soul looked indifferent.

He glanced at the Ghostfire version of the Headless Horsemann who had caught up with him, shoulder to shoulder with him and the front of the car held high.

silently twitched the rainy night butcher knife on the side of the backpack.

This treachery in front of me is pure death.

There is nothing to be pitied.

Deal with such guys.

The easiest way to do this is to use violence.

The ferocious murderous aura, with the butcher knife in hand, spread unscrupulously in all directions.

The black and red aura formed wisps of aura around Lin Soul's body.

Thick clouds gradually rose in the sky.

The smell of blood gradually gathered in the air.

Squeak!

Fierce brakes.

The Headless Horseman, who had just flaunted his might, almost overturned.

He pressed the cocked front of the car and honestly slowed down.

Fell behind the forest soul.

“............"

“............"

Glancing back at the Ghost Fire Knight, the two were silent.

Lin Soul found that this knight was not provocative now, and he was honest in riding, and even the sound of the clanging sound was no longer sound.

Now he has no head, and the lights of the car are too cool.

Otherwise, it's no different from a normal driver.

Squeak!

Hit the brakes and the speed of the car plummets.

Lin Soul wanted to get close to this headless horseman.

But as soon as he slowed down, the Headless Horseman slowed down.

The distance between the two was not diminished by his deceleration.

“............"

“............"

Lin Soul continued to slow down, and the Headless Horseman also slowed down.

The forest soul is getting slower and slower, and the headless horseman is getting slower and slower.

In the end, Lin Soul's car was as slow as walking, and the Headless Horseman behind him had already gotten out of the car and was pushing his colorful car behind him.

"What do you want to do?".

Seeing the headless horseman's undying appearance, Lin Soul suddenly slammed the accelerator, swung his arm, and let the heavy locomotive that he was sitting on circulate in a big circle, directly turned the head of the locomotive, and rushed towards the headless horseman.

Lin Soul's sudden movement was obviously beyond the headless horseman's expectations.

When He jumped on the saddle and wanted to turn around.

It's too late.

"Die!".

The Rainy Night Butcher Knife in his hand slashed a dark light mark in midair.

A distorted field of bloody force, attached to the blade, swept over the Headless Horsemann's body like slicing tofu.

Whew!

Resistance was not even felt.

The Headless Horseman's body was cut in two.

"It hurts!".

A cursed cry rang out, and the Headless Horsemann, whose body had been broken in two, let out a moan of resentment.

The broken half of the body sprouted black and red bloodshots.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!".

Bloodshot like tentacles, lightning shot out, piercing into the fallen pedal not far away.

"I'm going to ...... Kill you!".

The Headless Horseman attached to a pedal motorcycle, the flesh proliferates rapidly.

Wrap your beloved scooter around.

With bursts of squirming.

This little motorcycle has changed to a different shape.

The car's skid plates had turned into white bone plates, the wheels were made up of a string of twisted vertebrae, the tires had been replaced with a braid of scalp and hair, and the headlights had become bloodshot eyeballs.

A large mouth covered with fangs appeared from the front of the car, opening and closing continuously, and let out a resentful roar.

"Kill, kill, kill! Everyone on this road will die!".

A terrifying resentment erupted like a flamed fire, and the Headless Horseman, whose upper body was perched on the handlebars of his motorcycle, raised his two arms that had turned into sharp blades.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

The heart-like flesh engine let out a piercing roar.

The exhaust spurt blood and bone stubble.

The Headless Horseman launched a desperate charge towards the forest soul.

"Huh?".

Feeling the completely different aura of the Headless Horseman from just now, Lin Soul's face changed.

In his perception, this guy's breath is directly from a newborn kitten, and has advanced to a fierce hungry tiger who has been hungry for three days.

Whether it is the intensity of the breath, or the ferocity, or the level of terror.

All into another dimension.

How did He do it?

Lin Soul held a long knife with a solemn expression.

Although he didn't understand the reason why the other party became stronger, he knew that if he didn't kill this guy, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to leave this place safely.

[A second later, the Headless Horseman's resentment is burned out by the flesh gear.] 】

Just when Lin Soul was waiting for him, Future Vision suddenly jumped out of such a prompt.

The next second.

The headless horseman who was charging with a fierce god suddenly lost fire and turned into a blood-colored flame.

In flames.

The Headless Horseman's body collapsed rapidly along with the nether motorcycle that fused with him.

Eventually, it turned into a small cog and landed on the ground.

Click!

Gears bounce and tumble.

Eventually, it stopped.

It just stopped at Lin Soul's feet.

"Is this a door-to-door benefit?".

Looking down at the gear that happened to stop at his feet, Lin Soul smiled.

"Huh. "

In this thriller game, it's normal to have trouble with door-to-door delivery.

The danger of delivery to the door is also normal operation.

The only benefit of door-to-door delivery is the most abnormal.

Fiddling with this gear with the butcher knife on a rainy night, Lin Soul saw the whole picture of this gear clearly.

It's a weirdly shaped gear.

The whole body of the gear is made of a miserable white material, which is somewhat like bone, but heavier and harder.

There are a lot of disgusting things attached to the surface of this gear.

Pulsing blood vessels, rolling eyeballs, flesh and blood like internal organs, and tiny tentacles that are constantly wriggling.

It was as if the cog had a life and a mind of its own.

When the butcher's knife touches this gear on a rainy night, the tentacles on the gear will atrophy, the eyes will tremble, and even the blood vessels will spasm with fear.

This gear ...... It's alive!