Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

Looking up, Lin Hun found that most of the head of the grave had collapsed.

"Without the support of the remnant soul power, can't even the grave bag be supported? Then why don't you come to grab my body?"

Turning his gaze, Lin Hun looked at the dozen grave bags that were still standing.

This is that the tombstones on a dozen graves are still standing, but the photos on the tombstones are not as numb as they were at the beginning. Instead, they look coldly at Lin Hun, who is rippling with the terrifying cold air all over his body.

The scene was silent, and the owners of these grave bags were obviously not ready to talk to Lin Hun.

Lin Hun found this and raised his eyebrows and walked to the tombstone closest to him.

The owner of this tombstone is Zhuge Ming.

It saw Lin Hun's movements, its expression was calm, and its expression was silent.

It seems that I don't care if Lin Hun will be against it.

"Senior Zhuge, I wonder if you can answer some of the younger generation's questions?"

For this previous generation player who did not show maliciousness from the beginning.

Lin Hun didn't act frantically on it.

And instead of swallowing it to become a nourishment, Lin Hun wants to get some information about the endless horror from his mouth.

The answer to Lin Hun was silence, Zhuge Ming at this time seemed like a real dead person.

Can't speak, can't move.

"Senior, you are like this, it is difficult for me to do it."

Kneeling down, Lin Hun sighed as he looked at Zhuge Ming, who was dressed in ancient costumes with three-line long beards in the photo and looked gentle.

"After all, I am stuck in this dream now. Once I can't get out, I will inevitably do some irrational things. I think, you don't want to see me like that, do you"/?"

Zhuge Ming in the photo still didn't reflect, but Lin Hun sighed when he noticed that.

He actually didn't want to use violence.

But this one really doesn't get in.

In order to achieve his goals, he can only be a villain once.

Stretching out his palm, Lin Hun just prepared to move.

At this time he found that the text on the tombstone suddenly changed.

[Doesn’t you bother seniors, shouldn’t you first offer the joss stick paper money?]

Lin Hun couldn't help but smile when he looked at Zhuge Ming's photo without squinting.

"You are right.

He spread out the shadow, and took out a pile of front and a handful of joss sticks from it.

These props are the props he purchased before the fighting meeting.

Just in case.

Facts have proved that his preparations are correct.

These props really came in handy.

The joss stick was lit, placed in front of the tombstone, and paper money was sprinkled on the tomb.

Lin Hun looked at the rapidly burning and disappearing joss sticks and the paper money that sank into the grave, and looked up at Zhuge Ming's photo.

there.

Zhuge Ming was holding a cigarette and counting the stack of coins in his hand.

"Then Senior Zhuge, now you can answer the questions."

"What do you want to know?"

A calm voice sounded, Lin Hun found that Senior Zhuge had come out of the grave, sitting on his tombstone and looking at him.

"I want to know a lot."

Lin Hun looked at the former player who wore ancient clothes but was very modern in style, and raised his own question.

"I want to know what is going on with this endless horror? Why has it happened so many times? The previous generation of players, is there anyone alive?"

"You have a lot of questions,

Zhuge Ming didn't know where he took out another cigarette and held it in his mouth. He sat on his tombstone and looked at Lin Hun faintly.

"I am just a remnant soul. I don't have that many memories. It is impossible to answer all your questions. There are still some questions that cannot be said."

After hearing this, Lin Hun raised his eyebrows.

He didn't know if the former player in front of him was fooling himself.

However, the other party said certain things should not be said about it.

There is no problem.

It's like the silly words of the black disaster grade can't tell their names.

Some topics related to more advanced horror will be marked by the other party if they are discussed.

"" "I will tell you what I can say first."

Zhugeming took a cigarette, his eyes deepened.

"Endless horror. In our time, it was called the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth. It was an event of the renewal of heaven and earth and the reform of fate. Fight."

"Fortunately, we won and gave mankind a chance to breathe."

"As for the other previous generation players no longer exist."

"(Qian De Zhao) In order to continue the human life, they have turned into a cornerstone and disappeared in the gap of time."

Zhugeming flicked the soot, his expression indifferent.

It seems that there is no feeling about the sacrifices of these players.

But Lin Hun keenly felt that his breath at this time had become much colder.

It is clear.

His heart is not as calm as his surface.

"Then why are you here?"

Lin Hun glanced at Zhuge Ming, then at the other grave bags that were still there, and asked again.

"We are just a bunch of poor worms trying to reach the top of the gods.

"Unfortunately we all failed.

"So our end is the grave."

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