Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

Is this food for me?

Lin Hun looked at the playful smile on the face of the demon clown, crossed his hands to support his knees and lifted his chin, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I don't play."

I knew it was a trap, but I jumped into it stupidly. That's what a fool did.

Although the task is activated.

But as long as it is not accepted, the task is not counted as a start.

Lin Hun never engages in those desperate challenges.

Especially when the opponent is a black disaster level.

Probably never thought that Lin Hun would refuse, and the demon clown was silent for a while.

His eyes twitched and looked at Lin Hun sitting in the auditorium.

The anger in my heart surged.

But he was helpless.

Because this human being is different from the others.

On his body, at least two existences of the same level as him are paying attention.

One of them, "July Seven", who is stronger than Him, is watching from outside the door.

The demon clown can even smell the cold and terrifying domain from the gap in the door.

That is the terrible power that can corrode the ghost domain and infect the same kind.

Even He can only resist this power through his own horror room.

But he knew that if he dared to act on the human beings in front of him, he would definitely spare no effort to invade his own domain and carry out a brazen attack on himself.

"If you don't cooperate like this, it's hard for me to do it."

The demon clown took a deep breath, a twisted smile on his face again.

This is the expression he made the most before he died.

At that time, He wanted to bring happiness to everyone with his expression.

But in exchange for bullying by peers and ridicule by outsiders.

The reason for this is only because he looks ugly.

But it's not his fault to be ugly.

Why are these guys teasing him like this!

Anger! Unwilling! Jealous!

These negative emotions are like a flame filled with oil, burning in the heart of the clown.

It burned his sanity and ignited the devil in his heart.

until one day.

When the circus is performing in a particularly prosperous town.

He used the fireworks and gasoline from the circus to give an exceptionally grand firework show.

That performance was his most proud performance.

He still couldn't forget that it was the scorching heat of the flame, the screams of human beings, and a person whose distortion was gradually turning into coke.

on that day.

On that day, he used the despair and pain of these human beings to open the door to eternal life.

"In this case, let me start another game. The name of this game is the last living person. In this venue, there are 122 human spectators. I will kill a random person every ten seconds. In this process, if a human audience can kill another human audience, it will become my target of not killing.

Ten minutes, ten seconds later, the game officially starts. "

The demon clown held that special pistol and smiled and said to the human audience in the auditorium whose faces changed wildly.

"10."

"9. "

"8."

The countdown sounded like a reminder, squeezing the human intellect on the scene.

These survivors did not doubt the authenticity of the demon clown's words.

Because at the very beginning, there were nearly 300 humans who entered this circus tent.

But after such a short time, there are only so few remaining human beings.

This shows how brutal the devil clown’s methods are.

"I, I can't die! My child is still waiting for me at home! So you die for me!"

A man with a strong figure and bronzed skin was the first to make a choice.

He drew a wrench from the tool belt around his waist and grabbed a middle-aged aunt who was not far away from him.

"Killed! Killed! Who will save me!"

The middle-aged aunt reacted with a wrench. She was so dizzy with her brain that she covered the bloody wound, stood up swayingly, screamed, and fled in the direction away from the man.

"Don't run!"

However, how could she be able to run a strong spanner man when she was hit.

She was caught up in just two seconds.

Puff puff!

After something started, it became much simpler.

The man grabbed the wrench and beat it frantically.

It wasn't until the clown's ten-second countdown ended that he stopped his hands.

At this time, the middle-aged aunt who had been robbed so much by him had a deformed head, and she could not die again if she was already dead.

"Hahaha! That's not bad! This audience made the most correct choice, so this time you come to die."

The clown gave a sharp smile, turned the gun, locked an audience not far from Lin Hun, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The fireworks exploded, and the audience and the location near him exploded into a scorched pit

The explosion of air made Lin Hun's hair flutter.

He looked at the smiling clown blankly, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

This guy obviously wanted to use this method to force himself to take action.

This illustrates only one problem.

He was in a hurry.

"Then why is he so anxious?"

Lin Hun had such a thought in his mind, and future vision jumped out of the reminder.

[Fifteen minutes later, the ghost bride completed the invasion of the Thriller Miaomiao House, carrying the power of the ghost village, and officially came here. 1

Seeing this prompt, Lin Hun instantly understood.

"Ah!"

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and his mentality instantly stabilized.

He sat on the spot, looking at the demon clown who timed again, his eyes jokingly.

"10."

"9."

But for Lin Hun, the countdown without the slightest pressure, in the ears of other audiences, seemed like a demon whispering, not only squeezing their fears.

They don't know if the unlucky audience that the Demon Clown will choose next is themselves.

But they know that as long as they can kill another audience, they won't die next time.

Under the threat of death.

Human nature is so untestable.

The killing has already begun.

The strong man targeted the weak elderly and women.

However, the ten-second countdown is not enough for unarmed them to kill the same kind who knows how to struggle against the law.

boom!

A gunshot sounded.

Another 2.5 times an audience member was killed by the clown.

The countdown to death begins again.

Those who were still alive locked the target again, and began to attack and kill.

Blood splattered.

At this moment, in order to kill.

Someone used the most primitive weapons.

teeth.

Bite, beat, and pierce fragile eyes with your fingers.

Under the pressure of death.

These people learned the cruelest way to kill without a teacher.

soon.

There were casualties among the audience.

The audience who completed the killing showed a relaxed expression and sat on the spot, laughing and looking at the rest of the audience.

It seemed to be choosing prey, and it seemed to be glad that he had escaped.

They did not find out.

At this time, the smiles on their faces were somewhat similar to the clowns on the stage.

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