Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

"not bad."

After checking the attributes of Blood Hatred, Lin Hun's eyes lit up.

He didn't expect that the Blood Hatred Motorcycle, which was fused with flesh and blood gears, would have improved so much.

I don't know if it is because of the high degree of fit between the two.

Stepping into the car seat, feeling the softer leather cushion, Lin Hun looked a little inexplicable.

"It feels wrong.

He felt that the leather seat he was sitting on at this time was soft and delicate.

It gave him the feeling of riding a woman's back.

Soft with a little hard.

Somewhat dark and cool.

"Is it my illusion?"

Shaking his head, Lin Hun felt that after that night, his consciousness of color criticism had awakened.

Whenever you encounter something, you always think about it.

"Be careful in the future."

Shaking his head, throwing away the messy thoughts in his heart, Lin Hun turned the front of the car and drove in the direction of the Beihai Crematorium.

27 The blood-hate motorcycle that has absorbed the flesh and blood gear no longer needs the foot-end starter to start.

As long as Lin Hun sits up, it will be activated automatically.

But the fuel is still needed.

Lin Hun dropped two crystal fragments of grievance into the fuel tank, and the fuel gauge cursor on the instrument panel showed full marks.

"I don't know if Hunhuai has condensed resentment, my wallet is almost empty.

Looking at the few crystals of resentment in his backpack, Lin Hun couldn't help sighing.

I have killed a lot of trickery recently, but these guys are all absorbed by their own shadows and organs, and there is no crystallization of grievances.

This makes Lin Hun's inventory less and less.

The only thing to be thankful for is that because the private scene has constructed the door.

The whole private scene is full of negative energy.

The soul huai can breathe happily every day, and its height is also increasing every day.

It has grown to about three meters now.

Many flower bones have appeared among the lush leaves.

Lin Hun felt that there was pure and strong resentment in these flower bones.

Combined with the experience in Dahuai Village.

Lin Hun knows that the flower that blooms in this soul will be the flower of crystallization.

The flower of resentment crystallization.

This is also the reason why the scholars of ghosts and gods have continuously obtained the crystallization of resentment.

"It should be blooming when I go back this time.

Twisting the throttle, two blood-colored flames spurted out of the enhanced blood hate exhaust pipe.

The wide tires rubbed against the ground, leaving a dark rut with a gloomy tone.

The surging sound wave sounded.

A huge gale hits his face.

The blood-hate motorcycle that incorporates flesh and blood gear is more powerful and faster.

Coupled with the effect of ignoring obstacles when walking in the underworld.

He arrived at the foot of the North Sea Crematorium in less than twenty minutes.

"Unknown taste."

After stopping the car at the foot of the mountain, Lin Hun looked at the crematorium on the mountain, his eyes flickering slightly.

In his eyes, this crematorium on the hillside looked like a huge ghost lying prone.

Gloomy, cold and ferocious.

"It's the taste of a special scene, I finally found it."

This kind of taste, Lin Hun is very cooked.

Basically every special scene has this kind of flavor.

"Then try it."

Riding a blood-hate motorcycle, Lin Hun drove directly into the Beihai Crematorium.

He didn't know if this special scene would resist his cursed props.

So he has to try to see if he can bring in all his equipment.

Buzz!

The engine roared, and the lights of the blood hated motorcycle came on, piercing the thick darkness and not only moving forward.

But as we get closer to the crematorium, the surrounding darkness gets thicker.

Even the light of blood hatred can't shine through.

"Then if I use flash, can I enter this special scene?"

This kind of thought appeared in my mind, and the hint of future vision jumped out simultaneously.

[You used the flash to penetrate the special scene, and you came to the foot of the North Sea Crematorium. 】

"Can't it?"

Seeing this prompt, Lin Hun frowned.

"It can only be hard."

Stopping the bloody hatred, Lin Hun got out of the car and walked directly towards the Beihai Crematorium with a backpack on his back.

The darkness is surging.

Lin Hun was submerged like a slow tide.

The darkness is gone, and Lin Hun's figure has disappeared.

It's dull, dark, and cramped.

Lin Hun, who was drowned in darkness, only felt black in front of him, and his spirit was slightly tranced.

When he wakes up again, he finds himself lying in a cramped box.

The box is made of metal and is quite strong.

Lying here makes Lin Hun very uncomfortable.

"Where is this?"

Raising his hand and touching it, Lin Hun found that the box he was in was about the same size as a coffin, and it was still a relatively stingy coffin.

He was lying in it, his legs could not be bent, and his head could not be raised. It was very uncomfortable.

Moreover, the oxygen here is very limited. After just a few breaths, it is already consumed.

【Ding!)

[You enter a special scene: Beihai Crematorium]

[In a special scene, your ghost puzzle will be suppressed, and your cursed items will be in an unusable state. You need to complete the scene task of the special scene to complete the escape. 】

[Reminder: Special scenes are extremely dangerous and are not protected by safe time. At the same time, in special scenes, you will get the identity of the plot. 】

[You get the identity: the corpse about to be cremated. 】

[Identity mission open: don't burn me!]

[Task description: It's so dark here! I'm so uncomfortable! I'm obviously not dead! Why do you want me to be locked in a coffin! Don't burn me! Let me out!]

[Task requirements: Escape from Beishan Crematorium. 】

[Task reward: 5 years of life + ghost puzzle: ghost fire. 】

[Mission failed: cremation on the spot]

[Warning: The corpse cannot move, at least when others see it. 】

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