Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

For the man in front of me.

Lin Hun is no stranger.

Although he has never really seen him once.

But through the terrorist beliefs, he obtained a lot of information about the director of the China Institute of Scheming from the believers.

This one in front of me.

Just throw it into an urban novel.

You can directly be the protagonist of a student master.

It belongs to the kind of exam with 100 points because the paper only has 100 points.

It is an insult to describe him by other people's children.

A rare genius in a century can't be used too much on him.

For so many years, this director Wang, with his own power, does not know how many scientific difficulties have been overcome.

He is a genius.

Genius among geniuses.

And today, this genius left the tightly defended China Curious Research Institute and came to a thorny site like him that was not part of the organization.

This made Lin Hun very surprised and very curious.

What kind of plan does he want him to join.

"what's the plan?"

"The gods are resurrected."

Wang Ming looked at the man in front of him with his expression unwavering.

As a representative of the country's highest technology.

Wang Ming's position on affairs has always been involved in any personal feelings.

It's like now.

He calculated that with this divine recovery plan, Lin Hun had the greatest chance of leading success.

So he came.

As for whether Lin Hun will agree, he doesn't know.

He came here just to talk about the detailed steps and importance of the plan with the strongest in the world.

As for the outcome, it depends only on luck.

"The gods are resurrected"/?"

After hearing the name, Lin Hun had one eye.

Let’s talk about the gods.

He is definitely the one who knows best in the world.

Because more than one god died in his hands.

Although these gods are not in their heyday.

But gods are gods, and they don't have the power of the nightmare level.

There is no right to fight against the gods.

Lin Hun was able to kill the gods at the black disaster level because he himself controls the power of the organs that even nightmare can't limit.

Otherwise.

When he was facing the bull's head, he was afraid that the dog had already taken it.

"Do you know what a god is?

Lin Hun looked directly at Wang Ming with a serious tone.

He didn't want this talent who had made a huge contribution to China to force his life because of arrogant snooping of things that shouldn't be snooped.

"Gods are ghosts."

Hearing Wang Ming's words, Lin Hun raised his eyebrows.

Gods are ghosts.

These words have penetrated the core truth of the gods.

The gods are indeed ghosts.

But it's not just a ghost.

When the ghost has acquired the power of terror, gathered the beliefs of thousands of people, and hatched unique dreams.

A ghost is no longer a ghost.

It has become a collection of horrors.

This collection possesses the ability to change space, penetrate fate, and distort time.

This ability was dubbed "God" by people in the age of ignorance.

"After my research, I found that the so-called god should be a certain advanced state of ghosts. Ghosts in this state can already dominate nature, cause disasters, and even do things that do not conform to the physical rules. In this state The ghost of God is no different from God."

Wang Ming saw the emotion in Lin Hun's eyes, but he didn't say much, but poured out everything he knew.

"The existence of ghosts is very peculiar, tangible and intangible, and some qualitative and intangible. Their consciousness is full of negative emotions and is extremely hostile to humans.

"Their growth needs to absorb the negative emotions in the air, and they can also absorb the horrible emotions overflowing when humans die by killing people."

"After growing up again and again, they will eventually control a certain horror rule and become a near-god existence.

"This kind of existence, divided by the system level, is a black disaster."

"""The black disaster level already has the ability to absorb the terror beliefs of mankind."

"This ability can already be called a god in ancient times."

"Because gods need faith to maintain their kingdom."

"The black disaster also needs a belief in terror, to sublimate one's own terror power, and to incubate one's own terror dreams.

"When the black disaster hatches their dreams, they will ascend to the throne of gods and advance to gods."

Wang Ming said there was a slight pause and looked up at Lin Hun.

"God? Hehe, Director Wang, don't look at me like that. Although I have advanced to become a demon, my place has always been human."

Lin Hun pointed to his heart and said with a smile.

Gods.

He didn't care about this kind of second name.

(Qian Zhao's) Compared to being regarded as a god.

He likes to explore more of the secrets of this world and get more opportunities to become stronger.

"I found a special entrance in the no man's land in northwest China, which leads to a dangerous place. I lost nearly a hundred masters, and finally got two words of intelligence."

After a moment of silence, Wang Ming raised his eyes and looked at Lin Hun seriously.

"Heavenly Court.

taste!

Lin Hun, who was holding the water glass, heard these two words, did not control his strength, and squeezed the water glass in his hand into powder.

A black flame flashed on his palm.

Directly evaporate the water stains on the palm.

He looked at the man in front of him and said solemnly.

"Why did you choose me?"

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