Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

"Let's go."

Landing gently, lowering his smoking fist, Lin Hun looked at the slowly opening door and waved his hand to the dreamlike look behind him.

"Um "

Originally, I wanted to remind Lin Hun's Dreamlike to take a deep breath, not knowing what to say for a while.

In the end, she could only cast a pitying gaze on lying on the ground with her eyes rolled, with a thick pit in her belly.

This hapless guy has too little eyesight.

If it's not good to provoke, you have to provoke the evil star Lin Hun.

Now Rumeng can see it.

The height of Lin Hun's growth has exceeded her imagination.

He seemed to be able to lie down already.

"Competitors are welcome to complete the first test and qualify for admission. This is your room card, please keep it away.

As soon as he walked through the door, Lin Hun heard a sweet voice.

He turned his head and looked around and found that a girl in a bunny costume was smiling and handing a black card over.

"thanks."

When receiving the card, the bunny girl's cold little hand played on Lin Hun's palm intentionally or unintentionally. She giggled and whispered.

"Sir, you can call me if you have any special services. My name is Xiaorou.

Accepting the card blankly, Lin Hun felt a dreamlike teasing sound coming from behind him.

"Our little soul is really charming. Someone just came here to hand out a card.

"It's just acting every time, believe it or not she would say the same when she gave the card to someone else.

Looking at the card with No. 666 printed on it, Lin Hun turned his head and looked at Rumeng.

At this moment, the woman was holding her arms around her chest, smiling at him with the expression of an old driver.

"It looks like you know it well.

Rumeng glanced at the card in Lin Hun's hand and nodded.

"The card is already in hand, so the next step is to wait for the conference to officially start."

"Well, what do you do? She only gave one card."

Putting the card away, Lin Hun asked Rumeng.

"Well, I am not qualified to live in this place. The conference will arrange my accommodation outside.

Rumeng spread his hands, expressing helplessness.

"Is there still such a rule?"

Lin Hun thought that Rumeng, like himself, would be arranged in the arena.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

"Xiaohun, the five-hundred-year death fight conference is not as simple as it seems, you must be careful.

Ru Meng said with a serious face.

"Can you elaborate on it?"

Seeing her like this, Lin Hun couldn't help but get serious.

"No, because I haven't participated in it either. I have only heard that there have been many amazing existences in this fighting conference, and they all seem to have benefited a lot from this conference."

She shook her head, Rumeng still looked serious.

Looking at her serious look speechlessly, Lin Hun took a deep breath and resisted the desire to complain.

"I see."

"Then I will go first, looking forward to your performance tomorrow."

Full of waved hands, Rumeng turned and left.

"Another duel."

When Rumeng left completely, Lin Hun turned and walked towards the inside of the arena.

This is a deep corridor.

Burning torches hung on both sides of the corridor.

The color of the torch is green, reflecting the surroundings, like hell.

The walls of the corridor are covered with weird murals, and the murals are painted with abstract battle scenes.

There are people and monsters on both sides of the battle.

People fight with people, people fight with monsters, monsters fight with monsters.

These incomparable murals in the underworld under the light of the green fire bring a strange sense of excitement and enthusiasm to people.

As if seeing the mural at the same time, the human spirit was brought into these battles unconsciously.

As the corridor deepens, the content of the mural is constantly changing.

From the beginning, most monsters fight against the murals of monsters.

Gradually, it became a mural where most people fight against each other.

It feels like monsters are disappearing and human beings are gradually rising.

"But, are they really human?"

Lin Hun looked at the image of a figure holding a giant sword piercing another figure holding an axe on the mural, and fell into deep thought.

The dark side world.

Unless the player like him is human.

The rest are ghosts.

Lin Hun doesn't think that the humanoid creatures that can participate in this fighting meeting are all players.

807 Then there is only one explanation left.

Those who participated in the game were all creepy.

These human figures on the murals are also strange.

"From a monster, gradually transforming into a human being, does this indicate anything?"

Recalling that I just saw rough-handed monsters, huge human figures and other beasts on the front mural.

Lin Hun seemed to feel the changes in mythology.

The gods at the beginning were all kinds of indescribable horrors.

But with the passage of time, human beliefs gradually began to transform.

The form of the god gradually changed from a monster to a human form.

Finally, mankind began to believe that man will conquer the sky.

As a result, the gods gradually disappeared.

"But did the gods really disappear?"

Looking at the darkness at the end of the corridor, Lin Hun's thoughts tumbled.

He thought of the horrors hidden in the depths.

Those who truly possessed the power of terror did not die, but fell asleep for unknown reasons.

Wait until these existences wake up.

The real horror will come. .

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