Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

Reset again and again.

Lin Hun kept going up and down the stairs.

He found that as the number of resets increased, a smell of horror was rising in the air.

This horrible taste seems to be associated with an unobservable distortion.

This existence was touched by his actions, and was about to wake up from a deep sleep.

[When you reset for the tenth time, you awakened the will of the death arena, and you were dragged to the endless duel hell. 】

Future depending on the launch, a series of prompts jumped out.

"It seems that I can't always play like this.

Lin Hun's eyes turned and quickly swept across the light position in front of him.

The first light is the empty house.

The second one too.

The third is the exchange.

The fourth is the gambling house.

The fifth is the House of Terror.

The sixth is obscured by darkness, making it difficult to see.

"Let's start with this first."

Although he didn't find the trial house he was looking for, Lin Hun didn't want to try again.

It has been reset so many times, and I haven't encountered the trial hut.

Basically it can be determined.

If you want to find another trial hut with professional inheritance, you must go deep into the corridor to explore the element.

Of course, it is also possible that there is no trial hut for unknown hunters hidden here.

As for what is going on, you can only know if you enter the depths of the corridor.

One step out, his figure flickered.

Lin Hun has arrived at the third lighting position.

Standing under this light, Lin Hun found his sight extended again.

You can see the doors of the sixth and seventh lights.

Unfortunately, these two rooms are not trial huts either.

"Let's take a look at what commodities are available on the exchange".

Discovering this, Lin Hun directly pushed open the door of the exchange.

Can't find the trial hut, he has to find a way to enhance his own strength through other means.

There are ghost puzzles in the arena exchanges to sell, and it happens that he still has an idle grievance crystallization in his hand, and he can trade to improve his strength.

Pincha!

Just stepping into the door, Lin Hun entered the exchange.

A scent of joss sticks spread over the surface.

A large number of wreaths and paper people are piled up in the room.

The strands of chill, like invisible filaments, are constantly stroking his body.

Lin Hun looked at this room like a funeral supplies store.

There is no change in his expression.

Since the reset of the world, he has seen this kind of underworld scenes a lot.

The scenes in the exchange simply couldn't make him feel emotionally fluctuating at all.

But when he saw the paper man behind the exchange counter, his face changed slightly.

the reason is simple.

The paper man behind this counter and the paper man in the horror mall on the phone look exactly the same.

"Welcome to the Death Shop, where you can buy anything as long as you can afford it, hehe~"

A sharp and echoing voice sounded, and the blood-colored mouth of the paper man behind the counter was constantly squirming, and there was a tingling scalp greeting.

At the same time, Lin Hun was still in the eyes of this guy, feeling a wave of joking and malice.

Feeling this, Lin Hun had bad guesses in his mind.

This guy.

Wouldn't it be the paper man in the horror mall?

"What do you sell here?"

After a moment of silence, Lin Hun came to the counter and asked the paper man.

Don't care if this product is the paper man in the horror mall.

He also wants to make a deal.

If this guy really dared to play yin with him, then he wouldn't mind giving points to this exchange.

I don't know when, Lin Hun's way of thinking became simple and rude.

Like to use violence to solve problems.

"Many, many."

The paper man is different from other treacherous things. It seems to have wisdom and reason. He has black ink eyes open, and his mouth painted and painted with blood color.

"As long as you can afford it.

*""Then what is the price?"

Lin Hun stared at the paper man in front of him and asked indifferently.

"The cost is a lot, life, feelings and memory, as long as you have it, you can pay."

The paper man glanced up and down at Lin Hun, the expression on his face gradually became ferocious.

"I am very interested in your lifespan. If you are willing to trade with lifespan, I can consider giving you a discount."

Familiar lines, familiar routines.

Lin Hun has been completely certain that the paper man in front of him is the paper man in the horror mall.

It's just that the paper people in the horror mall can only interact with traders via mobile phones.

But the paper man in front of him can really show his maliciousness.

Sen Han's breath is deepening, the invisible filaments are turned into ropes, and they want to wind Lin Hun.

Feeling this, (Wang Lihao) Lin Hun's eyes flashed with blood.

A trace of blood mist emerged from his body.

"Don't mess around~ assault the boss in the shop, but you will be punished~"

The paper man looked confident and smiled triumphantly.

But the next second.

A giant pale hand suddenly appeared from behind him, directly squeezing him into a ball of paper powder.

"Who are you bluffing.

Lost his soul and looked at another paper man who gradually emerged from behind the counter.

Lin Hun smiled mockingly.

[You killed the Cunning Paperman clone, you were remembered by the Black Disaster-level Cunning Paperman, and you obtained the achievement: Be a dead little expert. 】

[Being a dead hand: At the white grievance level, it attracts the attention of more than 5 black disaster levels. 】

Lin Hun:??? Private,

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