Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

The thick fog rolled, and black shadows were vertical and horizontal.

The harsh screams kept ringing, and the sound of tearing flesh kept ringing.

After a while.

The sound stopped.

There was a sound of footsteps.

Lin Hun carried a werewolf who was covered with long hair and was more than two meters tall and walked out of the thick fog.

At this time, the werewolf's limbs were already twisted, and there was a piercing wound on his upper body.

The black nose kept twitching, a pair of breath out and no air in, a miserable ascension to heaven in the next second.

But even so, its fangs are still out of its lips, and its eyes are still ferocious.

Had it not been for this terrible human being to pinch its spine, it would now be like a crazy wild dog, leaping towards this human-.

Taste!

The palm of the hand was hard, and the neck bone was broken.

The golden and green flames in Lin Hun's palm expanded, directly igniting the werewolf into a huge fireball, burning it into a pile and flying back.

In the fly ash, a small light overflowed, flickered in the air, and merged into Lin Hun's hands.

Feel the strength of becoming stronger.

Lin Hun clenched his fists.

"Indestructible Grip"

One of the earliest awakened abilities, after so long of use, finally developed a brand new ability.

Just now, Lin Hun discovered that as long as he uses the power of the Indestructible Grip to kill the trick, he can draw some power from the opponent's body to strengthen himself.

At the same time, this power can also strengthen the power of the Indestructible Grip, making the power of the Indestructible Grip even stronger.

"Hey!

With a slight smile, Lin Hun raised his head and looked forward.

There, a gatehouse with Chinese characteristics stands at the entrance of the street.

A string of lanterns hung on the gate floor exudes a bright and warm light, dispersing the dense fog and darkness nearby, making the street look very peaceful.

There are three traditional Chinese characters on this gate tower 【China Street】.

"It's here.

Seeing this gatehouse, Lin Hun knew that his destination had arrived.

He patted the dust on his hands and walked to the gatehouse.

"stop!"

As soon as he arrived at the gatehouse, Lin Hun heard a stern shout.

He saw two men in jackets holding flintlocks and felt hats blocking his way.

"China Street does not serve guests at night, please come back, this brother.

Although it was a middle-aged man with a life-saving Hu on the right, he looked at Lin Hun vigilantly and said in a deep voice.

"My name is Lin Hun, I am a Taoist from Baiyun Temple, Kyoto, China. I am ordered by my teacher to come here to capture demons. I hope you will make it easier."

After hearing Lin Hun's nondescript self-introduction, the middle-aged man's face changed.

Nothing else, because the identity of Lin Hun Baiyunguan Taoist is very important.

"Master is the Taoist leader of Baiyun Temple? It happens that we have a branch of Baiyun Temple here. I don't know if the master can wait a moment. Let us invite the Taoist leader of Baiyun Temple to identify it?"

The middle-aged man asked cautiously.

The night in the foggy city is very dangerous, and all walking is inhuman.

It is precisely because of this that he did not allow Lin Hun, who has a face of China, to enter.

Because many of these inhuman things possess powerful deception capabilities.

Pretending to be an adult is not difficult for them.

Although the gatehouse of China Street has a magic light created by the Taoist master.

But he did not dare to relax in the slightest.

It is precisely for this reason that after he heard Lin Hun's self-reported identity, he did not directly let him in.

"certainly.

Lin Hun looked relaxed.

He can understand the caution of the middle-aged man.

…………………Look for flowers...

After all, he walked all the way from the edge of the foggy city and saw too much of the horror of this city.

This city is full of malicious horror and tricks.

Facing these horrible guys, one must be cautious, cautious, and cautious.

"thanks.

Seeing Lin Hun so talkative, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, and the vigilance in his eyes diminished a lot.

Things have reached this point, and the man in front of him has not changed his emotions.

In this way, he can basically be sure that there is no problem with his identity.

Waiting for the Taoist Master of Baiyun Temple to come to confirm his identity, and then he can be allowed to enter China Street.

For the Taoist.

Everyone on China Street is very respectful.

Because it is because of the existence of these people.

Only then can they survive in this foreign country full of demons.

The person who made the announcement moved quickly.

It only took a few minutes to return to the gatehouse.

At the same time, there was a middle-aged Taoist in Taoist robe who came with him.

The middle-aged Taoist changed his face when he saw Lin Hun, and he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed his hands in salute.

"Baiyun and Guanwu are divided into Taoist priests and Qingwei, and they have seen real Lin Hun."

Taoist boy, Taoist priest, real person, celestial master.

It is the classification of Taoist priests in this dream.

Dao Tong corresponds to the white grievance level.

Taoist priests corresponded with blood stamina.

Real people correspond to the black disaster.

The heavenly master corresponds to the nightmare.

There is no division further up, at least in this dream copy, there is no division up to the level.

The power gap between the various levels is also very different.

Real people like Lin Hun airborne.

Basically, he can be regarded as the highest-ranking Taoist priest in Wudu.

It is precisely because of this.

This young little Taoist, who is divided into fog, will be so sincere and fearful when he sees Lin Hun. Dry,

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