Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

How Doctor Gao cleaned up the photographer, Lin Hun didn't know.

When the Skeleton Knight shattered the photographer's ghost domain, he flashed that he had left the ghost domain.

At this moment, he is turning his gaze to another direction.

there.

There is only an empty flat ground.

But in Lin Hun's perception.

There is a very intense spiritual aura fluctuating in this position.

"Ghost moth?"

Feeling this wave of fluctuations, Lin Hun did not wrinkle slightly.

There are many types of ghost domains.

Some can be seen from outside.

Some are not visible, if there is no special perception, even if you pass through it, you can't feel a trace.

The kind of ghost domain that can be seen is more convenient to invade.

You only need to intervene through your own ghost domain to easily invade.

But the second kind of ghost town is in trouble if it wants to invade.

27 If there is no corresponding ability, it is impossible to interfere with this kind of ghost domain.

It's a coincidence.

Lin Hun's eyes just have the highest level of supernatural interference power.

"Zhaoyue"

The pupil of the right eye expanded and turned into a bloody full moon.

The power of divinity flickered and reflected in the void ahead.

Under the influence of divine power.

Lin Hun saw Rumeng's hands wrapped around the blood-stained belt, and shot out one after another dark shadows.

Opposite her, the fairy tale prince and a fat-headed guy, who was commanding a group of people with a strange aura, rushed towards the dream.

These figures are similar to dolls, some are similar to ghosts, and some are social animals in suits.

There was a strong resentment rippling on their bodies, and they charged toward the dream like a dream.

It's really desperate.

Because their physical strength can't compete with the dreamlike shadow of fist at all.

It will collapse suddenly when touched by the fist shadow casually.

But these guys seem to be endless.

A hundred died, and a thousand came out.

Directly played the crowd tactics with Ru Meng.

Under the impact of this tactic, Dreamlike resentment is rapidly consuming.

The shadow of the fist she released was also shrinking continuously at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It seems that I am here at the right time.

Lin Hun didn't hesitate to discover this, the blood in his right eye flashed, and then he stepped out, as if passing through an invisible barrier and disappearing directly into the void.

"Troubled"

In the ghost realm, Rumeng slammed a punch, and the purple and black shadow of the fist resembled a bullet bursting out of the chamber, blasting a group of treacherous scorpions into dross.

But with these treacherous deaths.

More treacherous things came toward her like a flood of opening gates.

"In this place, my ghost moths cannot be deployed, and their power has been weakened a lot, and there is no way to escape the siege of these guys.

The pair of fists continued to blast like a machine cannon, and the shadows of the fists plowed out one ravine after another in the scheming group.

But these tricks seem to be impossible to kill, the more you kill, the more you kill.

Rumeng seemed to be in the quagmire of death, and her movements gradually became insensitive.

"Haha! Uncle, it seems that this violent woman is going to work!'

On the other side of the ghost domain, the fairy tale prince wearing a small suit looked like a dream of being caught in a hard fight, and gave out a smirking smile.

He knew that Rumeng was Lin Hun's.

It is precisely because of this that he is more excited.

That damn Lin Hun robbed his fourteen princesses, which greatly damaged his strength.

Now he wants to get some interest from his companion first.

"Don't be careless, the gladiator is in charge of the existence of fighting horror, don't let her break through the encirclement."

The capitalist drank a thick cigar and took a deep sip.

The charcoal on the cigar is bright, reflecting thousands of screaming faces on the cigar.

"call!"

Spit out a puff of smoke, which turned into countless idiots while working in mid-air, and rushed towards Rumeng with a bitter expression on his face.

They are the souls of social animals who died suddenly because of overtime.

After death, they became the desperate cigars in the hands of capitalists.

"Okay, uncle capitalist."

After hearing the words of the capitalist, the fairy tale prince showed a serious expression.

He thought of the scene when he faced Lin Hun at the beginning.

At that time, if he tried to sneak into the real world and kill this damn guy, 840 words.

Things will not be so troublesome.

Unfortunately, no regret medicine is sold in the world.

The only thing the fairy tale prince can do is to find his anger and resentment on Yumeng's body.

He took out a small music box and twisted the clockwork.

As the clockwork tightened, the music box released a burst of weird music.

Then one by one, like a clockwork toy, came out from the opening under the music box.

Step by step, he rushed towards Rumeng stiffly.

"This is my treasured Nutcracker troop. Just wait to die, stinky woman. When I solve you, the next one will kill Lin Hun of Damn it."

A grinning smile was squeezed out of the fairy tale prince's small face.

But at this moment.

The capitalist beside him suddenly showed a shocked expression.

Then the capitalists disappeared in place without even thinking about it.

Almost at the same time he disappeared.

A figure appeared behind the fairy tale prince.

"Who do you want to solve?".

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