Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

Chapter 176 Lady, lady, open the door~

Ba! Ba Ba~

咚咚锵!

In the festive sound of gongs and drums.

The paper men greeted the relatives officially set off.

It's just that in this team full of paper men and full of the atmosphere of the underworld.

A man in a dark red suit is particularly eye-catching.

This man was handsome, indifferent, slender and sturdy, even in a shabby suit, he just gave him a sense of decadence and handsome.

He was sitting on the pale paper horse, looking around, his expression calm and calm, and his whole body exuding heartbreaking confidence.

"Is this ghost village all made of paper?"

Sitting on the creaking paper horse, he easily resisted the yin air released by the paper horse.

Lin Hun scanned the surroundings and found that the surrounding buildings were all made of paper.

Near these buildings, paper figures with stiff expressions hung in place in a daze, twisting the drawn facial features and staring at the arrival of the family reception team.

A little bit of cool air was gradually produced in the air.

It looked like spider 27 silk, sticking to Lin Hun's body.

Feeling the coolness that wanted to invade him, Lin Hun looked at the surrounding paper people with cold eyes.

"Whee!"

"Ha ha!"

"The bridegroom's official sent out happy money~"

"How can the bride not send the wedding money?"

"Send happy money!"

"I don't like money to take my life~"

There was a burst of playful laughter, and the paper figures came out one by one, blocked the way to welcome the relatives, and stretched out their stiff arms.

As the road to greet the marriage was blocked, Lin Hun suddenly felt an invisible resentment coming.

This resentment was accompanied by bursts of women's crying, which made his scalp numb.

"Is this sound from the ghost bride?"

Lin Hun is not sure, but he knows that if his way of welcoming relatives is blocked by these paper men, he is afraid he will die miserably.

Seeing more and more paper people ahead, Lin Hun closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

"I hate violence, but why do people always push me?"

Thick darkness spread from the shadows, and in an instant it enveloped the entire street.

The paper people blocking the road felt something wrong under their feet, and the painted facial features showed mixed expressions of fright and anger.

They looked at Lin Hun and screamed bitterly.

"The bridegroom officer killed someone!"

"The bridegroom officer is a swordsman!"

"The bridegroom officer has no humanity!"

"The bridegroom officer must not die!

"so annoying!"

Digging his ears, Lin Hun snapped his fingers.

In the next second, the blood inflammation mixed with black threads directly ignited all the paper figures on the street, turning them into bright pillars of fire.

Black smoke rose from the pillar of fire, and the howling faces were constantly twisting in it.

They looked at Lin Hun, who looked like usual with resentment and fear, and gradually disappeared into the air.

"The hall is much brighter, continue to set off.

After beckoning, the black shadow on the ground absorbed all the grievance crystals left by the burnt paper man and returned it to Lin Hun's hand.

Lin Hun glanced at it and stopped where he was. The line of paper men who even forgot to play was filled with joy.

"What are you waiting for? Don't you know that time is running out?"

Ba Ba Ba!

咚咚锵!

Hearing Lin Hun's voice, the paper man set off again as if he had just awakened from a dream.

But this time they were at least twice as fast as they were just now.

Obviously, Lin Hun's operation just scared these bad-minded paper people so much that they dare not engage in moths secretly.

no way.

This time the bridegroom officer was so cruel.

And it's very unreasonable.

They are just poor paper people.

Not a terrorist who sees his life as a child's play.

For them.

Living is more important than others.

Even if they are no longer human.

Although I was scared to death, the paper man who played joy was very dedicated to blowing joy like rock and roll with passion.

In this changed joy.

The paper people in the ghost village only dared to stare bitterly at the departure of the welcoming team, but none of them dared to jump out and make trouble again.

The pile of torches just now was really too bright.

Not only illuminates half of the village, but also illuminates the long-forgotten fear in the hearts of these paper men.

They stunned.

They looked at the welcoming team that was about to arrive at the ghost bride's residence, and they could only curse in their hearts with spiteful faces.

But he didn't dare to really jump out to find trouble with the groom's official.

Behind the welcoming team, there was still warmth in a piece of paper dust.

They don't want to be one of these paper ashes.

"Yin Mansion is here!"

Without the guy in the way, the speed of the welcoming team quickly increased.

It only took a short time to arrive at a magnificent mansion.

A plaque was hung on the gate of this mansion with the words "Yin Mansion" written on the plaque.

"Official bridegroom, you should call the door."

Lin Hun sat on the horse, looked at the Yin Mansion with the closed door in front of him, and turned his head to look at the paper man responsible for leading the horse.

After the paper man who was used to kill the chicken and the monkey was pulled off his head, he casually picked another paper man from home to lead his horse.

Compared to the last paper man, this paper man is very honest, and he didn't even say a word of nonsense along the way.

Only then did it say such a sentence.

"Call the door?"

Lin Hun looked at the wedding party 707 that had dispersed, got off the horse silently, and walked towards Yin Mansion.

He didn't understand the ancient marriage rules, and he didn't know if the paper man was right.

but it does not matter.

If this paper man dared to set himself up, then he would release the ghost hair entwined with him, enough to cut him into a pile of waste paper.

When he arrived at the gate of Yin Mansion, Lin Hun raised his hand and held the metal handle of the gate.

A biting chill came from the handle.

Let Lin Hun raise his eyebrows.

He felt that the handle of this handle was a bit familiar.

It's very much like the ghost coffin that I just touched.