Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

Buzz!

The surging power is advancing, and the large tires are rubbing.

The blood hatred that has activated the ability to walk in the underworld is like entering the phase space. No matter what obstacles are encountered along the way, it will pass through immediately, and it will not create the slightest obstacle.

Therefore, Lin Hun basically walked straight to the destination.

Coupled with the terrifying speed of 600 kilometers per hour of the blood hate motorcycle itself.

He estimated that he could reach his destination in just over eight hours.

Of course, this is the time needed to consume without eating, drinking, and resting.

Lin Hun didn't intend to be this limit.

He must maintain a good condition and arrive at the mission location.

So he was going to spend two days on his way.

There is one day left to learn about the intelligence of the mission location.

On the road, time flies very boring.

Activating the ability to walk in the underworld, Lin Hun looked at the surrounding scenery in black and white.

As if everything has lost its vitality, all that is left is silence.

27 But in this dead silence, some figures with white or red light are expounding the fact that this world is very lively.

The world is like a prison.

The world is full of malice towards living people.

People who are powerless can only survive in the shelter.

If you want to control your destiny, you can only gain power.

"Maybe I should do something for this world

Lin Hun didn't know why this thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

It may be a sense of responsibility brought by power, or it may be a whim.

However, this thought only stayed in his heart for a moment, and then quietly sank into his heart.

He may be able to do something for this world.

But definitely not now.

At least in the eyes of Lin Hun now, his strength is still too weak to use self-protection.

How can it help this world escape disaster?

"Sure enough, strength is everything. I am too weak.'

Although he was about to advance to the Black Disaster, Lin Hun never felt how powerful he was.

As his knowledge increased, he found that the world was deeper than he thought.

Ordinary chanting, advanced blood power, black disaster from the lord of a domain, demons who are suspected of gods, and god corpses with unknown levels that are more terrifying than demons.

Eighteen layers of the dark world.

The dragon king sleeping in the middle of time.

Suspected of having traces of gods in the other shore world.

Everything is integrated together, and the final result is a deep horror.

The gods are dead and there are ghosts in the world.

Living people are driving the cunning, and the cunning is devouring mankind.

Lin Hun didn't know if it was a cycle of life and death.

But he knows that the silly words that represent death at this time are precisely squeezing the living space of human beings that represent life.

The balance has been broken.

It is difficult to correct.

"When you advance to the black disaster, let's open up the private scene. After all, if there is only one living person in a world, it is still very lonely.

Stepped on the brake pedal of the motorcycle and stopped the blood hate at the door of a hotel.

Lin Hun pushed the door and walked in.

When he entered the door, he drew out the sacrifice revolver and fired a shot at the ceiling without even thinking about it.

Accompanied by ear-splitting gunshots and blood-stained gun inflammation.

A head was blasted into dregs, and a humanoid figure with slender limbs like spiders fell from the ceiling, tumbling and twitching constantly, and finally stopped moving.

boom!

He kicked the treacherous corpse who was trying to hide in the roof of the shed casually.

Lin Hun walked upstairs from the two unexpired cans of Happy Water and a few bags of snacks on the counter.

Ran Hun found a room without a corpse and walked in. Lin Hun casually found a chair and sat down.

Tear open the snack bag, while eating snacks, while drinking happy water, he opened up the player chat room.

Although the world has become this virtue, the player chat room is always happy.

Especially the world chat room.

It is also a concentration camp for players from all over the world.

it's here.

Only a guy with a real smelly mouth can survive.

Only the most popular intelligence can reach the top discussion hotspot.

In these discussions, Lin Hun's name can be said to be the most frequently occurring word.

Because he has always occupied the first place in this ranking, almost all players in the world envy, hate and covet the goal.

Everyone is jealous of Lin Hun, and 753 people want to be Lin Hun.

This is the status quo of Lin Hun in the player chat room.

What's even more outrageous is that the players of the island nation even set up a soul sang support club.

Brush up on Lin Hun's presence in the chat room every day.

The servile thought of the people of the island country worshiping the strong is vividly expressed.

Lin Hun does not comment on this.

The other party jumped so much, just trying to lead him out.

Whether you jump out of scolding them or praise them, it is considered to have achieved their goals.

Lin Hun is not interested in taking care of these guys who worship him on the surface, and don't know how to curse him secretly.

He looked at the player chat room, not just for recreation.

There is a lot of information closely related to current affairs in the player chat room.

He likes to use this way of peeking through the screen to find information that is useful to him.

Don't say it yet.

He really found it.

He saw such a message in a lot of flashing chat conversations.

PS: I'm too sleepy today, let's change 4 first, I wish everyone good night~.

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