Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

Dark and silent.

When he stepped onto the third floor, Lin Hun thought he was in hell.

Heavy grievances floated in the air.

The gloomy death aura has even manifested, forming a black mist if it is substantial.

it's here.

It is a restricted zone of life.

The rich life and resentment are more deadly than poisonous gas.

Full of resistance and malice to life.

"So tired! I really want to die!"

"Why is it so difficult? Why am I so stupid? Why do I always fail in exams?"

"No! Don't force me anymore! I have worked very hard!"

"I really want to take a break... I'm so tired..."

With exhausted and desperate muttering, it turned into countless buzzing, and through listening to the sound of all things, it came to Lin Hun's ears.

He stopped and looked at the six classrooms in the corridor.

Lin Hun's eyes kept jumping.

[You passed Class 1 of 3 years, you were attacked by the cunning of Class 1, you escaped by chance, but you were seriously injured. 】

[You passed Class 2 of Year 3, you were attacked by the cunning of Class 2, you were seriously injured, and you died. 】

[You escaped the treacherous attack of Class 1 of 3 years by climbing, you were attacked by the treacherous attack of Class 2 of 3 years, and you were powerfully killed, and finally died in the hands of the treacherous class 3. 】

"..."

Looking at the various death prompts speechlessly, Lin Hun took a long breath.

He found that no matter what method he used, he could not pass the blockade of the first three classes to reach Class 4 of the third year where the task was located.

This bothered him a bit.

If you do not arrive in Class 4 in 3 years.

His task will not be completed, and he will be trapped in this special copy forever, gradually being assimilated into the "teacher" in this scene.

This is not a good thing.

Because in this underworld school, only the dead can become these creepy teachers.

[Your legs feel your troubles, your legs have evolved, the number of flashes per day is +1.]

At this time, Lin Hun's mind came again with a reminder.

At the same time he felt his legs become stronger.

"Evolved? Is there such an operation?"

With a happy expression, Lin Hun must be in his heart.

He bumped his feet, felt the legs that seemed to be charged, and stepped forward, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Huh!

When he reappeared, he had already come to the door of Class 4 of Year 3.

"very good!"

Standing at the door of Class 4 of Year 3, Lin Hun couldn't help laughing.

But when he turned his head and looked in the direction of the stairs.

The smile on his face suddenly solidified.

He saw it in the corridor from Class 1 to Class 3.

Hanging body after body.

These corpses were all dressed in teacher's clothes without exception.

Now they all tied their necks with leashes, like hanged dogs, hung on the ceiling of the corridor and swayed constantly.

At the same time Lin Hun's eyes touched these corpses.

These corpses seemed to feel something, they opened their white eyes one after another, struggling to turn their bodies, looking towards Lin Hun.

"Why didn't he die!"

"Why are we only hanging here!"

"It's not fair!"

"He has to die too!"

"The teacher is going to die!"

The voice of resentment sounded, and a strong resentment broke out.

Lin Hun felt his neck tighten.

An invisible rope has strangled his neck.

Makes him unable to breathe.

"kill him!"

"We as teachers are all dead, and this guy is going to die too!"

"No teacher at 114 Middle School can escape."

"As long as you become a teacher, you will die!"

The spiteful voice became excited.

The teachers who hung on the roof of the shed kept cursing with hideous faces.

What is revealed in their dead gray eyes is jealousy of the living.

They faced the attacked guy with only hatred and hatred in their eyes.

"Only you? You want me to die? Don't laugh!"

The tough and powerful palms opened, grabbing at the neck, and the power of the immortal grip suddenly activated.

Zizi!

Gold and green sparks flickered in the palm.

The power of the organ and the power of the treacherous come and collide.

The interaction between force and force.

Let the treacherous things hidden in the dark side show their true form.

This is a leather belt.

An old belt with peeled edges.

At this time, the belt was tightened by the buckle, which tightened Lin Hun's neck.

The other end of the belt was already connected to the ceiling, pulling upwards.

It seemed that there was an invisible hand, trying to lift Lin Hun.

Let him be one of those teachers.

pity.

He chose the wrong opponent.

Squeak!

The muscles of the arm were swelling, and the thick blood vessels were bulging.

Lin Hun grabbed the belt with both hands and pulled the belt on his neck.

The tremendous force made the belt full of treacherous power creaked overwhelmedly.

The Immortal Grip is suppressing the supernatural power of the belt.

This is a head-on collision between the power of the organ and the power of the treacherous.

The result is obvious.

Lin Hun's Immortal Grip is even better.

Creak...

Snapped!

Accompanied by a creaking tugging sound.

This belt, which I didn't know how long it had been hung, finally couldn't hold on, and it broke into several broken leather strips and scattered on the ground. *

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