Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

"Die Xian, Die Xian, please come out."

"Die Xian, Die Xian, please come out."

"Die Xian, Die Xian, please come out."

The silent classroom was extremely gloomy, and the faces of the two men and two women who pointed their fingers on the saucer were strangely pale in the reflection of the candlelight.

Accompanied by a series of low-pitched whispers, it seemed that something invisible and terrible had descended in the classroom, circled and circled around the four people who were playing the game.

Finally it was thrown into the dish in the middle of the table.

Zizi!

In the next second, the plate gently held down by the four people turned slowly.

"Come on! Don't open your eyes, everyone, start asking questions clockwise from me, know?"

Feeling such a ponytail girl said excitedly.

After listening to her, other students responded, only Lin Hun felt another way at this time.

He could feel the coldness and malice coming from his fingertips.

These malice 677 has been thickened to the level of a curse.

These curses will turn into thick malice and entangle the players who play Die Fairy.

Gradually absorbed the surrounding negative emotions, and finally turned into a terrible element, directly erupting.

but

"This home is so weak!"

In Lin Hun's perception, the Die Immortal who was in contact with his fingertips seemed to be able to be suppressed with just one finger.

Feel so.

Lin Hun thought for a while, and directly pressed his fingers down on the spinning disc fairy.

taste!

A soft sound.

It was so clear in the silent classroom.

In an instant, the classroom, which was originally just exuding a faint chill, became as cold as a severe winter.

"Student Xiao Lin, you did it."

With countless echoing questions rang in his ears, Lin Hun opened his eyes and smiled as he looked at the chcf held by him, the phantom figure that was already surrounding him.

"Call me Teacher Lin."

The wires of the fingertips were trembling constantly, and traces of blood-red liquid flowed from the gap of the dish fairy, dyeing the black paper with twisted red marks.

"There is also a terrible game like Die Xian, which is not something you students can play. I have confiscated this thing."

The Immortal Grip Ocean overflowed with terrifying heat, and under the suppression of the Indestructible Grip, the blood-colored disc hiding the treacherous grin opened the gaps and almost shattered on the spot.

Lin Hun felt the half-dead Die Immortal being tossed by the Immortal Grip, and stretched out his hand.

Wrap the black paper on the table into a ball.

Sealed the inner dish fairy in it and stuffed it into his backpack.

"do not go!"

Seeing that Die Xian was taken away, the students resentful in the classroom showed panic expressions.

It is different from the 6th class a year which was suppressed by Lin Hun.

These guys have already transferred the sustenance of their existence from the deadly resentment scissors to Lin Hun's body.

It will not disappear because of the resentment scissors being collected by Lin Hun.

The students in Class 1 of the first year, the meaning of existence is to play Dish Xian with others.

If Dish Xian was taken out of the classroom.

Then there is only one way to go waiting for them to dissipate.

The old school district has the rules of the old school district.

The first grade is supported by various ghost games.

If games can be played, they can exist.

If the game stops, their existence will disappear.

This is the sadness of these students.

They are just a bunch of poor bugs who provide material for the game.

"Um?"

Looking at the student who blocked the classroom door and had bleeding and tears in his eyes, Lin Hun raised his hand and scratched his head.

"You are like this, it is difficult for me to do it.

Lift your finger and bring your index finger and middle finger together.

The deadly resentment scissors entwined with blood light flew out from the side of his backpack, and quickly turned into a knife wheel gleaming with blood, swimming around him.

"Teacher, I don't want to use violence.

"Step aside!"

The last stop drink has already used the ability of absolute communication.

Something called majesty radiated in the voice.

It's hard to resist even if it's treacherous.

unnoticed.

The students blocking the classroom door stepped aside.

They looked at Lin Hun, who walked out step by step, with expressions of fear on their faces.

at this moment.

They seem to have seen something more terrifying than the upper treacherous.

boom!

The classroom door was pushed open and Lin Hun left the classroom.

The students in Class 1 of Year 1 were scattered like dandelions blown by the wind as he left and turned into light shavings in the sky.

These light chips did not dissipate.

It has become a small spot of light.

Throw it into Lin Hun's backpack and put it in some paper trays.

A light spot becomes a text.

Each light spot is a student.

The entire class has been packed and taken away by Lin Hun at this time.

There is no one left.

"Class 1 of the year, the strategy is complete!"

Lin Hun grinned as he felt the backpack that had become a little heavier.

The sly harvest of a class made him happy.

But when he wanted to try to attack a few more classes, he suddenly felt that a flower had appeared outside the door of 114 Middle School.

[Your working hours have ended, and you have been kicked out of the deadly campus. 】

Standing at the door of 114 Middle School, Lin Hun looked at the sky that gradually lit up.

He realized that it was already dawn. .

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