Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

Leave this cell where the anger is held.

Lin Hun walked towards the other cell.

Those who are familiar with the road use heavier mirror cuffs to bend the fence of the cell, and then use the shadow double to absorb the fragments of the shadow world in the cell.

Lin Hun found that there was nothing but an empty set of handcuffs in the cell.

"Not every prisoner can leave a relic?"

After entering the cell, Lin Hun searched it carefully. He found that there were many marks scratched by sharp nails on the floor and walls of the cell.

These traces looked similar to words, but they were very different from the words he knew.

"Well, I don't know this word."

Rubbing his chin, Lin Hun took the Dish Xian out of the ghost coffin.

"Die Xian, Die Xian, please come out and translate these words for me."

I haven't used Die Xian for a long time, this guy's blood is even more intense, and the text on the black paper seems to have increased a lot.

However, as it emerged from the ghost coffin, an inexplicable suppression force began to appear, causing Die Immortal to tremble constantly.

[I can only account for the top not to translate]

Die Xian moved quickly on the black paper, and came out with such a set of farts.

"Oh? Can't you even do this little thing? What use do I want you to?

Lifting a big iron ball of the seal of original sin hung above Die Xian, Lin Hun looked cold.

This dog is always fond of making moths with him.

Have to play non-violent and non-cooperative games with him.

Then he will have fun with it.

As soon as the palm of the hand was loosened, the big iron ball of the seal of original sin fell off his hand.

At the same time, the Die Immortal who was pretending to be dead also moved quickly.

[Actually, Zhanto can also be translated]

taste!

Just when the big iron ball was about to hit Die Xian, the chain behind the iron ball was caught by Lin Hun.

The iron ball of the Seal of Original Sin was less than a hair-length away from Die Immortal.

Hiss!

The blood-colored juice ran down from the gap under the dish fairy, spreading along the black paper, exuding a stench.

Lin Hun who saw this scene was silent for a while and said.

"Are you scared to pee" w?"

【No)

Die Xian turned around, pushed away the liquid on the black paper, and then clearly stated his attitude.

Looking at the trembling trembling, Lin Hun thought for a while and decided not to stimulate it anymore.

He raised his hand and produced a drop of blood, dripping it on Die Immortal, and said to it.

"Translate.

【not enough]

I don't know if Die Xian deliberately asked for a recommendation. After absorbing this drop of blood, he didn't work, but instead produced these two words.

"You have to think about it before you speak."

Seeing these two words, Lin Hun mentioned the iron ball again.

[Really not enough]

[Three drops]

This time, Die Xian responded quickly and directly marked the amount of blood needed.

"Want that much? All right."

Looking at Die Immortal who was not moved by the threat of the iron ball, Lin Hun dripped two drops of blood again on Die Immortal.

He is now a little curious, what exactly is written in these words carved on the cell.

Die Immortal who had absorbed three drops of blood in the night became blood-red and crystal clear, as if overloaded.

In this state, it slowly moved on the black paper and stopped on one text after another.

[This is the thirtieth day of being imprisoned in the endless black prison. The ghost on my body has completely entered a silent state. I can't see, hear, or speak, I can only count the time by relying on the beating of my heart. 】

[Forty-five days, the greed in my body has been stripped away, I can feel the mirror copy of my body is absorbing my flesh and soul. 】

[Fifty-one days, in this sleeping world of gods, the devil is singing. If this continues, is there a way out for mankind?]

[Fifty-five days, I feel that I am going to do it, so I will leave my suicide note here, I don’t know whether it will be human or silly if I see these words again, but I still have to say that the world has gone through After eight restarts, when the ninth restart comes, the world will usher in its end, the sleeping gods will wake up, the cleansing will come, people

Lei wants to stop all of this, only to become a true god, but can human beings really become gods?]

Taste!

With the completion of the translation of the last sentence, Die Xian cracked the dense cracks again.

""" .Thanks for your hard work.

Putting away the split disc fairy, Lin Hun frowned and remained silent.

"Well, how do you feel that this message is full of pits?"

Lin Hun doesn't know if he feels right, but he feels that the prisoner who left this message does not seem to have any good intentions.

This so-called reminder contains more malice than goodwill.

It is difficult to determine whether the information he prompted is true or not.

At least in Lin Hun's opinion.

It is impossible to be imprisoned in such a low-end prison if you can really come into contact with the existence of the gods.

So what the owner of this message wants to express is worth pondering.

It (Zhao Wang Zhao) may want to spread some bad information in this way.

If this information is disseminated, it will not necessarily bring good things.

"Well, it's decided."

Thinking of this, Lin Hun nodded, grabbed the seal of original sin, and smashed it against the nicks on the wall and the ground.

Accompanied by bursts of clicks, these words were directly smashed into smashed depressions.

"Oh!"

With the subsequent text was crushed.

A dark ghost image overflowed from the text, and leaped towards Lin Hun with a sharp whistle.

But at this moment.

The original sin golden fleece on Lin Hun's body suddenly lit up with the large snake pattern representing jealousy.

The light and shadow of a giant snake struggling suddenly rushed out of it, swallowing the strange shadow in one bite.

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