Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

"Paper people?"

Seeing Wuhuo's "mother" who turned into fly ash, Lin Hun put away the shadow double.

He glanced at the food on the table.

Found that these foods have changed.

The wotou and pickles became rotten objects covered in mildew.

The bowl of fragrant stew did not change much, except that it became a stewed human hand in form.

"............"

Looking silently at this hand that is only the size of a child, Lin Hun's expression is gloomy.

He didn't know where this manpower came from.

But he knew that the scheming in this village was absolutely cruel.

Cooking the human body and feeding it to the human being.

Such a malicious act is full of twisted malice.

Bang bang bang!

While thinking, the door of the room was slapped suddenly, and a rude voice rang.

"Aunt Lin, what is so fragrant, can I come in and have a look?"

The owner of the sound outside the door was very angry. After only two shots, the closed door made a creaking sound, as if it would collapse in the next second.

Finding Lin Hun like this, he just wanted to open the door when he came to the door, but the hint of future vision jumped out of his eyes.

[You opened the door, and your killing of the paper man’s mother was exposed, and you are about to usher in the chase of the paper man in the village. 】

Seeing this prompt, Lin Hun put down his hand that had been raised.

Although it didn't take much effort to kill the paper man's mother, Lin Hun doesn't think all the paper men in this village are so weak.

And it was only one day before the mission started on July 15th.

But he didn't want to make too many troubles when the mission officially started.

Bang bang bang!

I don't know if Lin Hun has been noticed.

The knocking outside the door became more intense.

But the quality of the door was unexpectedly strong. After being photographed so many times, there was no sign of collapse.

The owner of the sound outside the door seemed to have noticed something, and gradually stopped slapped the door.

As the knock on the door stopped.

For a while, the scene fell into silence.

Inside the house, Lin Hun stood there silently.

Outside the door, a figure stood stiffly in the doorway, motionless against the crack of the door. .

For a time, the scene fell into a stalemate.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

Lin Hun did not move.

There has been no movement outside the door.

But in Lin Hun's ears, a voice kept murmuring.

"The soul son is inside" n ~"

"Why is the soul son alone in it?"

"Why is the soul son mother missing?"

"Hun Zi Niang also made delicious new stewed meat."

"Why don't the soul son eat meat?"

"Why doesn't the soul son move?"

"The taste of the soul child is very good, I don't know how it tastes?"

"No! I will go to the grave in one day, and I must leave him to the ancestors to eat!"

"But smelling his humanity is really charming."

Listening to this murmur full of desire and greed, Lin Hun sighed for a long time. He looked through the crack of the door, looked at the crack of the door, stared at his own eyes for a long time, and moved his neck.

"Sure enough, I still have a bad temper.

Mind moved.

The pitch-black shadow spread from under the feet like lightning, and instantly flowed out of the door along the crack of the door.

The black shadow surged, and the grinning shadow substitute stood up from behind the figure outside the door, and lightly tapped his shoulder.

"Huh? What are you? No, no...ah!"

Turning his head and seeing the shadow substitute behind him, the middle-aged man-like paper figure twitched and let out a scream of fear.

With this desperate scream, the world was quiet instantly.

The shadow returned, and a small crystal of grievance popped out of the shadow.

Reached out to catch the crystal and put it in his pocket.

Lin Hun turned around and poured the "food" from the table into the stove, then opened the door.

"Let's take the initiative.

The sky outside has darkened.

Through the dull light, Lin Hun saw a cloud of dark embers on the ground.

Picking up the broomstick placed at the door of the room, Lin Hun swept the embers on the ground into the dustpan and threw it into the hut.

"The rubbish should go where the rubbish should go."

He patted the remaining paper dust off the dustpan on the wall, Lin Hun said indifferently.

"Aunt Lin, are you there?"

At this moment, a shout came from outside the door.

Lin Hun looked up and found a paper man with a turban standing at the door of his yard.

Judging from the five senses drawn by the paper man, the paper man should be a woman.

At this moment she was lying at the door, constantly looking into the yard.

"What are you looking for my mother?"

Throwing down the crime tool in his hand, Lin Hun clapped his hands and walked out of the hut with a calm expression.

"Hunzi, did you see your Uncle Zhou? He seemed to come to your house just now.

A vivid worried look appeared on the face of the paper-man woman's brush-painted face.

* "Uncle Zhou?"

Hearing the words of the paper man woman, Lin Hun thought of the paper man who had just been killed by himself.

If nothing else, this product should be that Uncle Zhou.

"I didn't see it, you can look for it elsewhere."

Lin Hun waved his hand, saying that he hadn't seen it at all.

"No, he clearly found it after the smell of meat, how could he not be there? Soul son, you call your mother out, and I will ask her.

The paper man woman did not leave honestly, but stuck to Lin Hun like a dog skin plaster.

"He is asleep.

Facing the entanglement of the paper man and woman, Lin Hun's eyes flashed with cold light.

After killing the paper man surnamed Zhou, he found that he seemed a little too cautious.

The paper people in this village seem to be not as strong as he thought.

With his strength, it is not impossible to kill all these guys.

"Then I'll go in and have a look

(Wang Hao) The paper woman said that she was about to walk into the yard, but this was a palm surrounded by intense heat radiation that suddenly stretched out and grabbed his head.

"You have a lot of nonsense.

Looking at the struggling paper-man woman caught by herself, Lin Hun's expression was a bit hideous.

"How many times have I told you that he is not here, why don't you just get out of it?"

The power of the Indestructible Grip surged, and green smoke gradually emerged from the place where the paper man and the palm of the hand touched, and strands of flames lit up from the face of the paper man woman.

"Actually I don't like violence, why do you always push me to man?"

Ge Ran exerted his palm, and the power of Immortal Grip burst out.

The head of the paper woman was directly ignited by the power of the Indestructible Grip and turned into a fireball.

The flame spreads.

Soon the whole body of the paper man was ignited.

In the rising flame.

A series of pale figures appeared in the darkness. .

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