Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

"Hee hee hee!"

"Hahaha!

"Fun! Really fun!"

"What's my father's father's name! My father's father is grandfather!'

The thick mist brought malicious ice and cold invaded the middle skin, and all kinds of weird laughs and very discordant rocking music sounded in the ears.

Ghostly shadows flicker in the thick fog, and from time to time there will be screams of dying.

Here, it seems to have become a hell.

Driving bloody hate, twisting the accelerator.

Lin Hun drove in the thick fog.

Looking at the dense red light spots and the green arrows flying through the light spots.

Lin Hun was silent.

He did not expect that this place would be polluted to such an extent.

Yes.

In his perception, most of these red dots are ordinary people's pollution "July Seven" released by the projection of the Sky Blood Terror Moon, which evokes negative emotions in his heart, and finally transforms into an inhuman existence. .

"It seems that in this case, only I will save you."

The transformation of human beings into treacherous things is an irreversible change.

Ordinary methods cannot save them at all.

Fortunately, Lin Hun happens to have a private scene here, and there is a shortage of people in his private scene.

These unlucky ones who were transformed by the Moon of Blood Terror can just be caught and used as employees.

With a thought, the ghost coffin with a big palm spit out from the shadow.

Lin Hun opened the lid of the coffin and reached out to pull the canvas of despair from the coffin.

"Xiaojin, Xiaojin, you have to work harder. There are a lot of employees this time, so you have to resist."

As if understanding Lin Hun's words, the little fat man in the lower right corner of the canvas has a muscle movement, and his fat belly has also transformed into eight pack abs, and the fat round face suddenly turned into a JOJO face with thick eyebrows and shadows. , An invincible appearance.

"Good boy!"

With a grin, Lin Hun bit his finger and let go of the handlebar with both hands, letting the blood hate to drive automatically.

Buzz!

The blood hatred with intelligence did not lose the chain. According to Lin Hun's idea, he quickly rushed towards a red dot not far away.

The blood-colored light cut through the dense fog and hit a duck doll painted like a clown.

The suppressing force of the ghost lamp was generated instantaneously, making the duck clown immobile.

Lin Hun also squeezed a drop of blood at the same time and quickly drew an abstract duck on the canvas of despair.

The blood-colored light resembled a lizard's prey tongue, popping and retracting from the canvas of despair like lightning.

The duck clown illuminated by the light of the ghost lamp has disappeared, and on the canvas of despair there is an abstract duckling the size of a finger.

"First!"

Looking at the edge of the canvas, Xiao Jin stretched out his strong fist, punched the abstract duck to the corner of the canvas, and gestured a thumb to himself.

Lin Hun grinned and looked forward.

At this time, Blood Hatred had already settled another green-headed turtle clown.

He also had no ink marks, and his hands rose and fell.

The portrait of the green-headed turtle that was so abstract that only he could understand appeared on the canvas of despair.

But it doesn't matter.

The Canvas of Despair judges the picture purely by mood.

Nourished by the blood of Lin Hun's fusion of life force and soul force, Xiaojin, the incarnation of the canvas of despair, has long since gone.

I didn't care what he was painting.

It knew that as long as Lin Hun wanted to catch it, it would put him into the canvas and it would be done.

Simple and rude.

No ambiguity.

Just walked all the way like this.

Lin Hun incarnates an efficient and tricky confinement machine, quickly imprisoning one trick after another into the canvas of despair.

It is also because of his appearance that many survivors in this area who have not been polluted by the Moon of Blood Terror have the hope of escape.

Many survivors discovered that the weirdness wandering outside disappeared.

With courage, he ran out of the hiding place and walked along the road to the exit of Area C.

When they walked out of the thick fog.

What I saw was a patch of soldiers with live ammunition.

But these soldiers did not have many surprises when they saw their appearance.

Instead, they handed them hot water and clean blankets very kindly.

These survivors discovered that they were not the only ones who had escaped.

"Three hundred and sixty-eight.

At the exit, Secretary Shi looked at the survivors who had escaped from the exit, the stern expression on his face melted slightly, and a trace of relief appeared in his eyes.

"It's really amazing, is he already so strong?"

Yan Wan on the other side, looking at the tossing mist, her face was also shocked

As a player with supernatural powers.

She could feel how terrifying the thick fog in the door area was.

It is a manifestation of a strong negative aura.

This kind of breath can not only pollute ordinary people into inhuman treacherousness, but also activate the negative emotions in the players with ghost power, let the ruling ghost power run away, and finally be counter-eroded.

This is why the ranking players in the shelter did not enter the rescue.

Because they are not sure to retreat from here.

But this kind of erosion seems to have failed in Lin Hun's body.

It can't affect him in the slightest.

"almost.

At this time in the C area.

Lin Hun looked at the few red dots on the resentment radar and raised the desperate canvas in his hand.

This canvas made of human skin has turned into a rich blood color.

Both the front and the back were covered with dark red blood.

If you look closely, you will find that all these scarlets are finger-sized scarlet clowns.

Carrying this much heavier canvas, Lin Hun put it in the ghost coffin.

But instead of leaving, he turned his gaze to the front.

There stood a half-open blood door.

The style of the blood gate is a bit strange.

The door is surrounded by a very cartoon 2.5 rainbow-shaped door frame, and at the top of the door frame is a clown head portrait with a big mouth and laughing wildly.

In the mouth of the clown, the big characters of "Thriller Miao Miao House" are shining and eye-catching.

At the same time, bursts of laughing clowns continued to sound from the clown.

"Welcome to the Thriller Miaomiao House~"

"Would you like to come here to play a game?"

"Just take a little risk~"

"You can get rewards beyond imagination...

"Hahaha!"

"Come on~Come on~"

"The clown is waiting for you here~"

"Come on, come on~"

"After the game, you will understand the true meaning of life~"

"Thriller Miaomiao House, to bring you horror, but also to bring you happiness~"

"You~what are you waiting for?".

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