Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

"Master Wei, please do this."

China Street, China Chamber of Commerce.

Lin Hun sat on the chair and said to the fat man in front of him.

"Leave it to me, Zhenren Lin, I will find out for you the list of special personnel who have newly arrived in Wudu during this period of time, but I can't do anything about the intelligence of the forces of the four source pillars in Wudu.

The man's name is Wei Cai, and he is the president of the China Street Chamber of Commerce.

At the same time, besides the Daomen, he is also the boss of the most secular power in this street.

The door is responsible for protecting the safety of mortals on China Street.

The Chamber of Commerce is responsible for allowing these mortals to eat and make enough money, and it is worthwhile for them to travel across the oceans.

The two represent the ends of the mortal and the transcendent respectively.

"Do your best, then I'll leave first."

Lin Hun stood up and was about to leave. It was Wei Cai who stopped him.

"Mr Lin, I want to ask, did Daoist Qing Wei really leave?"

"He left."

Lin Hun looked back at the fat guy, smiled slightly, and said softly.

"Leave forever.

".830 ."

Looking at the back of Lin Hun silently, Wei Cai's forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

"On the first day, I sent away the former Daoist chief? This real man Lin is murderous, but he doesn't seem to be interested in mortals. It's okay, it's okay."

Consoling himself, Wei Cai definitely mobilized his forces quickly to get the information Lin Hun wanted.

There is no normal person in these Taoist priests.

If you provoke them, I'm afraid you can't even want to die.

"There are eleven of the twelve demons left. First solve these guys, and then deal with the other contestants slowly."

At this time, Lin Hun had left China Street and came to Wudu Street.

Unlike the fog at night, there is no one and monsters rampant.

The fog during the day is full of the bustling atmosphere of the industrial period.

Steaming classic cars are walking on the road, newsboys on the side of the road are selling newspapers, wearing putty coats, urban elites are hurrying, and the opened bakery exudes the charming sweetness of honey bread.

it's here.

The human breath is so strong that it makes people unable to believe that this place is actually a copy of the dreamland.

But in the air of this city, Lin Hun smelled a very discordant breath.

Is it a stench?

It's not like it.

Is it grievance?

Also mixed with different things.

Turning his eyes, she looked at a woman pushing a stroller across the street.

Lin Hun's eyes narrowed slightly.

He found that the baby in the stroller looked numb and his eyes were dull.

Something is constantly overflowing from his young body, and then some other things are injected into his body in the air.

That feeling is like raising and requesting.

This fog breeds humans living in this world.

Humans need to dedicate some of their precious but unknowing things to this city.

"Is this city just a feeding farm for the owner of this dreamland?"

Lin Hun, who discovered this, calmly wrote down what the dream master did.

He doesn't have any special thoughts about what the master of the dream is doing.

Nor has he considered saving the humans in this city.

After all, whether humans in this city really exist is a question.

He wants to be nosy, and what he gets (chcf) is likely to be ruthless ridicule by others.

This kind of self-seeking awkward thing.

Lin Hun is not interested.

The only things he was interested in were tasks and rewards.

"There are still eleven of the twelve demon. It's a little troublesome to find them.

Looking for eleven people or ghosts in a huge city.

This kind of thing can't be done simply.

Lin Hun turned on Destiny Vision.

A simple fate observation was made.

[The twelve demon you are looking for are already hidden in these cities. They already know that you have killed the black-faced demon, so they are ready to shrink. If you want to find these guys, maybe you can ask your old friends, such as Say, Dish Xian. 】

"Forehead "

Seeing the reminder of Destiny Vision, Lin Hun realized that he still has the old treasure Die Xian.

Most of the tasks that I have come up with during this period are head-to-head battles.

The frequently used curse items and ghost puzzles are also combat types.

Therefore, he somewhat forgot about his cursed props with other functions.

"Die Xian should have rested after such a long time."

Thinking of the scene that Die Xian almost broke after the last prediction.

Lin Hun felt a little embarrassed.

It was a bit cruel to Die Immortal by myself, every time I let it do something beyond its ability.

As a result, every time it finishes its work, it is full of cracks, and it almost looks like a dog on the spot.

If it weren't for his blood, he would be able to pull it back from the edge of destruction every time.

This unlucky curse item has long been shattered into dregs.

Randomly found a cafe and walked in. Lin Hun took out the silver crown from Wei Cai and put it in the hands of the cafe maid.

"Give me a quiet place, and give me another cup of black coffee without sugar."

"Okay sir.

The charm of money works in any world.

Touching the heavy silver crown, the maid smiled respectfully.

Copper crown, silver crown, gold crown.

This is the currency of Wudu, and the ratio between all currencies is 1:100.

For a simple meal in Wudu, 7 copper crowns is more than enough.

For example, Lin Hun's handwriting is 1 silver kronor, which is already quite a local tyrant.

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