Global thriller: My organs have a mind of their own

"Paper Man?"

Looking at the "mother" who naturally turned into ashes without fire, Lin Soul put away the shadow stand-in.

He glanced at the food on the table.

It was found that these foods all had a change.

The nests and pickles turned into rotten objects covered in mold.

The bowl of fragrant stew has not changed much, but the form has become a stewed human hand.

“............"

Looking at this human hand the size of a child in silence, Lin Soul's expression was gloomy.

He didn't know where the hand came from.

But he knew that the treachery in this village was absolutely very vicious.

Cooking human limbs is giving them their own food.

Such a malicious act is full of twisted malice.

Bang bang bang!

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden knock on the door, and a rude voice rang out.

"Aunt Lin, why is it so fragrant, can you let me come in and have a look?"

The owner of the voice outside the door was very angry, and after only two slaps, the closed door made a creaking sound, as if it would collapse in the next second.

Finding such a forest soul, he just wanted to open the door when he came to the door, but a hint of future vision jumped out of his eyes.

[You opened the door, the fact that you killed the paper man's mother was exposed, and you are about to usher in the pursuit of the paper man in the whole village. 】

“............"

Seeing this hint, Lin Soul put down the hand that had already been raised.

Although it didn't take much effort to kill the paper man's mother, Lin Soul didn't think that all the paper people in this village were so weak.

And there is only one day until the 15th of July when the mission begins.

But he didn't want to make too much trouble when the mission officially began.

Bang bang bang!

I don't know if I've noticed the existence of Lin Soul.

The knocking outside the door became more intense.

But the quality of the door was unexpectedly strong, and after so many shots, there was no sign of collapse.

The owner of the voice outside the door seemed to notice something, and gradually stopped knocking on the door.

As the knocking sound stopped.

For a moment, the scene fell silent.

Inside the house, Lin Soul stood silently in place.

Outside the door, a figure stood stiffly in the doorway, motionless against the crack in the door.

For a time, the scene fell into a stalemate.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Lin Soul didn't move.

There has been no movement outside the door.

But in Lin Soul's ears, a voice kept murmuring.

"The soul is inside~"

"Why is the soul in it alone. "

"Why is the soul mother gone?"

"Soul Zi Niang also made a delicious stew of new meat. "

"Why doesn't the soul eat meat?"

"Why doesn't the soul move?"

"The taste of the soul is very good, I don't know how it tastes?"

"No, he will go to the grave in another day, and he will be left for his ancestors to eat!"

"But it's fascinating to smell his human scent. "

“............"

Listening to this murmuring voice full of desire and greed, Lin Soul let out a long sigh, and he looked through the crack in the door, looking at the eyes that were sticking to the crack in the door, staring at his old eyes for a long time, and moved his neck.

"Sure enough...... I'm still a grumpy. "

The mind moves.

Pitch-black shadows spread like lightning from under your feet, and instantly flowed down the crack in the door to the outside of the door.

The shadow surged, and the grinning shadow double stood up from behind the figure outside the door and tapped his shoulder lightly.

"Hmm, what are you? No, don't...... Ahh

Turning his head, he saw the shadow double behind him, the paper figure with the appearance of a middle-aged man, his body twitched, and he let out a scream of fear.

With this scream of despair, the world fell silent in an instant.

The black shadow returned, and a small resentment crystal popped out of the black shadow.

Reach out and grab the crystals and put them in your pocket.

Lin Soul turned around and poured the "food" from the table into the stove, and then opened the door.

"Let's take the initiative. "

It was already dark outside.

Through the dim light, Lin Soul saw that there was a dark ember on the ground.

Picking up the broom and dustpan placed on the door, Lin Soul swept the embers on the ground into the dustpan and threw it into the thatched house.

"Garbage should go where it belongs. "

Slapped away the remaining paper ashes in the dustpan on the wall, Lin Soul said indifferently.

"Aunt Lin, are you here?"

At this moment, a shout came from outside the door.

Lin Soul looked up and found that at the gate of his yard, there was a paper figure with a turban.

Judging from the five senses drawn by the paper figure, this paper figure should be a woman.

At this time, she was lying on her stomach at the door, constantly looking into the courtyard.

"What are you looking for my mother?"

Throwing down the crime tool in his hand, Lin Soul clapped his hands and walked out of the thatched house with a calm expression.

"Soul, do you see your Uncle Zhou? He seems to have come to your house just now. "

A vivid look of concern appeared on the face of the paper woman with a brush drawing.

"Uncle Zhou?"

Hearing the words of the paper woman, Lin Soul thought of the paper man who had just been killed by himself.

If nothing else, this should be that Uncle Zhou.

"I don't see it, you can look somewhere else. "

Lin Soul waved his hand, indicating that he didn't see it at all.

"No, he obviously came from the smell of meat, how could he not be there? "

The paper woman did not leave honestly, but stuck to Lin Soul like a dogskin plaster.

"He slept. "

Facing the entanglement of the paper woman, a cold light flashed in Lin Soul's eyes.

After killing the paper man surnamed Zhou, he found that he seemed to be a little too cautious.

The paper figures in this village don't seem to be as strong as he thinks.

With his strength, it's not that he can't kill all these guys.

"Then I'll go in and have a look......"

The paper woman was about to walk into the courtyard as she spoke, but the palm of a hand surrounded by a thick heat radiation suddenly reached out and grabbed his head.

"That's a lot of nonsense. "

Looking at the paper woman who was caught by himself and kept struggling, Lin Soul's expression was a little hideous.

"How many times have I told you, he's not here, why don't you just get out of here?"

The power of the immortal grip surged, and green smoke gradually rose from the place where the paper man and the palm touched, and wisps of fire lit up from the paper woman's face.

"Actually, I don't like violence, why do you always force me?"

The palm of his hand suddenly exerted force, and the power of the immortal grip exploded.

The paper woman's head was directly ignited into a ball of fire by the power of the Immortal Grip.

Flames spread.

Soon ignited the paper man's whole body.

Rising flames.

A series of pale figures appeared in the darkness.