Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

The night gradually receded, and the light came again.

However, the gloomy chill in Dahuai Village did not weaken by the daybreak, but became stronger.

It's getting foggy.

Thick fog appeared out of thin air, covering it, making everything look hazy.

There seemed to be something in the mist.

Floating on people.

Heart-to-heart cold.

Ba ~ Ba Ba ~

There was a faint sound of suona, and there was a group of "people" walking in the thick fog.

These "people" have stiff limbs and neat movements.

Under the leadership of several "people" blowing suona, they kept approaching Dahuai Village.

Ba~ Ba Ba~!

The suona sound became clearer, and the coldness in the air became thicker.

At this time, the true appearance of these people also appeared.

This is a group of paper people.

Wearing various styles of paper clothes, with various painted expressions, they stopped at the entrance of Dahuai Village step by step.

there.

It is a huge locust tree in Dahuai Village.

At this time, the locust tree didn't know if it was because of the paper people approaching, it was constantly shaking.

Ba ~ Ba Ba ~

Suona playing mourning music suddenly rang 633, and the paper people who stopped walking seemed to have received some signal and stepped forward one after another.

taste!

With a soft sound, a crack opened in the trunk of the big locust tree.

A bloody liquid flowed out from it.

The appearance of blood made these paper men take a step back, as if there was some invisible power that made it difficult for them to advance.

But as the suona sounds louder and louder, this invisible force is weakening.

Just when the trembling paper people raised their feet and prepared to step forward again.

Suddenly there was a footstep in Dahuai Village, and a figure slowly walked out of it.

"It's time."

A calm voice sounded, and Lin Hun, with a pale face, came out carrying a bag full of paper money.

He looked at the paper man standing at the entrance of the village and waved his hand with a casual look.

"We have to hurry up to the grave, let's go.

The appearance of Lin Hun made these paper men turn their heads in his direction uniformly.

They looked at Lin Hun and were silent.

Lin Hun looked at these paper people and was also playing drums in his heart.

(chcf) He did not expect that the task of going to the grave, apart from the villagers of Dahuai Village who needed to participate, would actually involve paper men from other places.

What is even more cheating is that the strength of these paper men is obviously much stronger than that of Dahuai Village.

If he didn't know this through Future Vision and rushed out rashly, he would be beaten to death by these paper men.

Fortunately, he was clever and promptly bought a copy of ashes in the trading mall to smear himself on his body, covering his human breath, so as to avoid this danger.

Ba Ba Ba!

At this moment, the suona suddenly turned, and the stopped paper figures turned and moved again.

"call.."

Slightly relieved, Lin Hun took out a handful of ashes from his pocket and patted his face again to touch up his makeup.

The ashes need to cover the face to have an effect.

However, this thing is not very reliable, and it will fall off as soon as it moves. It is necessary to pay attention to makeup at any time to keep the effect of shielding the human breath.

Standing behind the team of paper men, Lin Hun frowned slightly as he listened to Suona's underworld music.

He found that this suona's voice had a very strong corrosive effect.

Hearing this suona sound, his skin felt a little tight.

It feels as if his skin is being papered.

"This may be the source of the paper people."

Feeling this, Lin Hun's eyes raised slightly.

He suspected that behind the scenes of this special scene, there should also be a black hand in the deep dark world controlling everything.

This suona is the ghost he made.

With blood power as a backing, this weird suona didn't affect Lin Hun in the end.

Lin Hun, who repaired makeup all the way, followed the team of paper men to the final destination.

Back mountain.

The back mountain is a small mantou mountain.

Dark and bald.

Very inconspicuous.

But on such an inconspicuous hill, there are one grave after another without tombstones.

These graves are quite old and no one cares for them.

One by one was covered with foot-high weeds, which looked particularly miserable.

Lin Hun followed the paper men up the mountain.

Looking at these paper people one by one, it seemed as if they were equipped with a navigation system, and they stopped exactly at the head of each grave.

His expression was a little sluggish.

"Um, so, who should I burn paper money for?"

As an outsider, Lin Hun doesn't know that the graves here belong to Dahuai Village.

"Trouble."

Standing in place, looking at the paper people who burned themselves to ashes after they found the tomb.

Lin Hun's forehead was filled with cold sweat.

He felt that as time went by, eyes full of resentment were locking him, like a claw's malice, scratching his soul.

[You did not burn paper for the soul of the deceased, you violated the rules, and you died. 】

In the future, the reminder that jumped out at the same time let Lin Hun know that he can't waste time.

He quickly scanned the grave without paper men.

[You burned paper money for the lonely wild ghost, and the lonely wild ghost entangled you. 】

[You burned paper money for the unknown family, and the unknown horror left you a mark. 】

[You burned paper money for the villagers of Liushu Village, the villagers of Liushu Village have a better opinion of you, and the dead in Dahuai Village maliciously promote you, and you will be under siege. 】

[You burned paper money for the villagers of Dahuai Village, and you calmed down the anger of the villagers of Dahuai Village by a small amount. 】

His eyes stopped, Lin Hun stepped up and walked towards the grave.

He took out a bunch of paper money from the sack and put it on the grave.

call!

The paper money placed on the tomb is naturally without fire, and the rising smoke is inhaled by the tomb.

Vaguely, Lin Hun saw a hideous figure emerging from the grave and nodded to him.

"very good!"

Feeling the weakened malicious gaze, Lin Hun glanced again.

Soon, he found the grave of a villager in Dahuai Village.

In the past, take out the paper money and throw it down.

A series of movements were flowing, but Lin Hun's gaze did not stop, and he continued to scan the graves he hadn't seen around him.

Future Vision's prompts allowed him to accurately find the graves of every dead person in Dahuai Village.

With the burning of strings of paper money.

The resentful eyes clinging to him became less and less.

But I don't know why, Lin Hun felt that the resentment not only did not weaken, but became stronger.

That kind of feeling, it seemed that I wanted to let him die right away.

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