Horror Game: All My Organs Have Their Own Consciousness

　　 Standing under this light, Soul Lin found his sight extended again.

　　 You can see the doors of the sixth and seventh lights.

　　 Unfortunately, these two rooms are not trial huts either.

　　 "Let’s take a look at what commodities are available on the exchange 々々."

　　 Discovering this, Lin Soul directly pushed open the door of the exchange.

　　 can't find the trial hut, he has to find a way to enhance his own strength through other means.

　　 There are ghost puzzles in the arena exchanges to sell, and it happens that he still has an idle grievance crystallization in his hand, and he can trade to improve his strength.

　　 Click!

　　 Just stepping into the door, Lin Soul entered the exchange.

　　 A scent of incense sticks spread over the surface.

　　 A large number of wreaths and paper figures are piled up in the room.

　　 The strands of chill, like invisible filaments, are constantly stroking his body.

　　 Lin Hun looked at this room like a funeral supplies store.

　　 There is no change in his expression.

　　 Since the world reset, he has seen this kind of underworld scene a lot.

　　 The scenes in the exchange simply couldn't make him feel emotionally fluctuating at all.

　　 But when he saw the paper man behind the exchange counter, his face changed slightly.

the reason is simple.

　　 The paper man behind the counter and the paper man in the horror mall on the phone look exactly the same.

　　 "Welcome to the death shop, where you can buy anything as long as you can afford it, hehe~"

　　 a sharp and echoing voice sounded, and the blood-colored mouth of the paper man behind the counter was constantly squirming, and there was a scalp tingling greeting.

　　 At the same time, Lin Soul was still in this guy's eyes, feeling a wave of joking and malice.

　　 "……"

　　 Feeling this, Lin Soul has a bad guess in his heart.

This guy.

　　 will not be the paper man in the horror mall.

　　 "What do you sell here?"

　　 After a moment of silence, Lin Soul came to the counter and asked the paper man.

　　 Don't care if this product is the paper man in the horror mall.

　　He also wants to make a deal.

　　 If this guy really dared to play yin with him, then he wouldn't mind giving points to this exchange.

　　 I don't know when, Lin Hun's way of thinking became simple and rude.

　　 likes to use violence to solve problems.

　　 "Many, many."

　　Paper Man is different from other treacherous ones, as if he possesses wisdom and reason. He has black ink eyes open, and his mouth drawn and painted with blood-colored paint.

　　 "As long as you can afford it."

　　".〃So...what is the price?"

　　 Lin Hun stared at the paper man in front of him and asked indifferently.

　　 "The cost is a lot, longevity...feelings...memory...organs...as long as you have it, you can pay for it."

　　 The paper man glanced up and down Lin Soul, the expression on his face gradually became savage.

　　 "I am very interested in your lifespan. If you are willing to trade with lifespan, I can consider giving you a discount."

　　 Familiar lines, familiar routines.

　　 Lin Hun has been completely certain that the paper man in front of him is the paper man in the horror mall.

　　 is just the paper man in the horror mall, who can only interact with the traders through the mobile phone.

　　 But the paper man in front of him can really show his malice.

　　 Senhan's aura was deepening, and the invisible filaments turned into ropes, trying to entangle the forest soul.

　　 Feeling like this, a trace of blood flashed in Lin Soul's eyes.

　　A trace of blood mist emerged from his body.

　　 "Don't mess around~ Attack the boss in the shop, but you will be punished~"

　　 The paper man looked confident and smiled very proudly.

　　 But the next second.

　　 A pale giant hand suddenly appeared from behind him, directly holding him into a ball of paper powder.

　　 "Who is he bluffing."

　　 dispersed his soul and looked at another paper man who gradually realized from behind the counter.

　　 Lin Hun smiled mockingly.

　　 [You killed the cunning paperman clone, you were remembered by the black disaster-level cunning paperman, and you got the achievement: being a dead little expert. 】

　　【Being a dead little expert: At the white grievance level, it attracts the attention of more than 5 black disaster levels. 】

　　 Spirit of Forest:? ? ? Talk.

105.Chapter 105

　　 Five black disaster levels?

　　 When have I been followed by so many strange guys?

I do not know how?

　　 Lin Hun looked dazed at the achievement he had achieved.

　　 is in his memory.

　　 The photographer has been thinking about his black disaster level.

　　 The stinky kid of the fairy tale prince is also right.

　　 The paper man who was just cleaned up by him is counted as one.

　　 Who are the remaining black disaster grades?

　　 Lin soul searched for memory.

"Well... the master of Suona in Dahuai Village will not also stare at me, and the owner of Yuye Butcher... Can there be some kind of black disaster grade in the hospital? And the school painter... Huh? It seems that I should have obtained this achievement a long time ago? How can I get it now?...Forget it, I don’t want to!"

　　 It's okay if I don't remember. When I remember Lin Soul, I feel like I'm walking all the way, just dancing on the tip of a knife.

　　 Every special scene of his strategy seems to hide a deeper horror.

　　 Although these horrors did not appear directly, their eyes were projected onto the traces they left behind through the barriers of the layers of the world.

　　 And he messed up the layout of these horror beings.

　　 It's no wonder he will be remembered.

　　 "Fortunately those guys won't make it for a while, 233 or else, I must be beaten to death by these guys."

　　 shook his head and sighed, and Lin Hun turned to the newly-appearing paper man.

　　 This paper man is obviously not as skinny as the last one. After Lin Soul came over, he directly took out a pile of yellow paper and put it on the counter.

　　 Soul Lin picked up the list and saw lines of dark red text on the list.

　　 The color of these words is a bit similar to dried blood, with a faint smell of blood.

　　 [Ghost shook his head, price: 820 years of life or resentment crystal large + 8 resentment crystals. 】

　　 [Footprint ghost, price: 780 years of life or grievance crystal large + 5 grievance crystals. 】

　　 [Blood cover, price: 650 years of life or resentment crystals + 2 crystals of resentment. 】

　　 [Mooncar, price: 605 years of life or resentment crystal large + 1 crystal of resentment. 】

　　……

　　 glanced at the products on the first page, Lin Hun found that he couldn't even buy a single product.

　　 It doesn't matter whether it is consuming lifespan or using grievance crystals.

　　 found this, and opened (bfdd) to flip through the list in his hand.

　　 He wants to find products that he can buy and are useful to him.

　　 "I have it."

　　 turned to find the fourth page, Lin Hun stopped his movements, a smile appeared on his face.

　　 [Ghost handprint, price: 65 years of life or 95 crystal fragments of resentment. 】

　　 Compared with the products on the first page, the price of this product named Ghost Mudra is simply a free gift.

　　 But Lin Hun knew that the power of this product was much weaker than the product on the first page.

　　 But it doesn’t matter.

　　 The reason why he bought this is to feed his soul hand and make the puzzle of his soul hand more complete.

　　 Wow!

　　 Enough crystal fragments of resentment fell on the counter, and Lin Hun clicked the ghost handprint on the list.

　　 After the paper man bowed his head and made a look, he raised his hand and swept across the pile of resentment crystals.

　　 These grievances crystallized into invisible gas and disappeared, leaving an extra ink pad on the counter.

　　 This is the palm-sized inkpad used to commemorate the birth of a child.

　　 But this inkpad used to represent the beauty of newborns is full of horror and evil.

　　 on this pink inkpad.

　　 A small blood red palm print is deeply imprinted on it.

　　 The edge of the palm print is full of spattered blood.

　　 It seems that when this hand is pressed on the ink pad, it is covered with blood.

　　 "Wow! Wow! Wow!"

　　 Looking at this palm print, Lin Soul seemed to hear the cry of a baby.

　　 The cry was stern.

　　 is creepy.

　　 "With a baby's grieving palm print?"

　　 gently put his hand on this palm print.

　　 The soul suddenly felt cold, his shoulders heaved, and the baby's miserable cry sounded from his ears.

　　 A pair of cold and stiff hands.

　　 slowly got close to his neck.

　　 Out of the corner of his eye, Soul Lin saw a blood-colored baby, who was wide open without eyeballs, nose and lips, crying loudly.

　　 The cry of crying kept expanding, and Lin Hun felt the weight of his body keep increasing.

　　 Blood-colored babies kept appearing, climbing on his body, biting, as if to swallow him.