Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Minds

　　[The Flesh Gear is activating the blood-hate motorcycle, the resentment of the blood-hate motorcycle is surging, and it is about to turn into a more powerful treacherous. You can try to tame this treacherous with blood and make it a licking dog like the butcher knife in the rainy night. 】

　　Future Vision suddenly jumped out of such a prompt at this time.

　　"Uh... let's do it."

　　Seeing this prompt, Lin Hun scratched his head.

　　He found that his body was getting more and more wrong.

　　Not only can it absorb the treacherous to strengthen itself, but it can also release something in it to domesticate the treacherous.

　　It stands to reason that such a twisted monster that has lost its humanity should only be left with the guesswork of mechanical killing instinct.

　　But here he is.

　　Everything became abnormal.

　　"It doesn't matter, I'm used to it."

　　Shrugging his shoulders, Lin Hun took out the Yu Ye Butcher's Knife and cut open the skin of his arm with great effort.

　　With the role of skin-adaptive strengthening.

　　Now the strength of his skin is getting higher and higher.

　　Especially for this rainy night butcher knife that sucks blood every day.

　　The knife was as dull as an unopened iron bar.

　　A batch of waste.

　　Lin Hun felt that after a while, he wouldn't be able to use this thing for bloodletting.

　　Because it can't be done anymore.

　　Zizi!

　　The greedy Yu Ye Butcher's knife sucked a few drops of blood from the wound and was taken away by Lin Hun...  

　　Ignoring Yu Ye Tu Dao's dissatisfied Dao Ming, Lin Hun threw the blood from his arm onto the changing blood-hate motorcycle.

　　Hiss!

　　It seemed to seep into the soil, and these drops of blood were absorbed by the changing blood hate.

　　hum!

　　It seems to be infused with soul.

　　There was a roar of the changing blood and hatred, and the surging gears and metal on the surface suddenly solidified, quickly building into a handsome heavy motorcycle shape.

　　The dark paint, with blood-colored lines and streamlined shapes, turned into ferocious serrations at the edges.

　　The lights turned into two, as if two fierce eyes were slightly raised.

　　The flamboyant exhaust pipe, the thick engine radiator, the leather seat, and the wide tires.

　　The blood hate at this time has changed directly from the old-fashioned motorcycle at the beginning to the trendy violent motorcycle.

　　The whole car has a wild and domineering feel to it.

　　Buzz!

　　After completing the change of blood hate, the light came on, and it automatically moved to Lin Hun's side, constantly making a high and low buzzing sound.

　　"What do you mean?"

　　For some reason, Lin Hun heard a hint of flattery from the roar of this guy's engine.

　　This flattery is somewhat familiar.

　　It is very similar to the Rainy Night Butcher, which has now become a dog licker in 3.3.

　　"No way..."

　　Feeling this emotion, Lin Hun was speechless.

　　He didn't expect the car to be so restless and surrender so quickly.

　　"In terms of blood, I can't always feed you. If you behave well, I can consider rewarding you."

　　Touching the blood-hate-smooth fuel tank, a bunch of attributes jumped out.

　　【Blood hate motorcycle】

　　【Star Rating: ★★】

　　[Attributes: Underworld Walk IV, Death Strike III, Ghost Lamp II, Ghost Machine II. 】

　　[Explanation: The blood-hate motorcycle, which incorporates flesh and blood gears, has become an existence between a cursed item and a ghost puzzle. ].

Chapter 168

　　"not bad."

　　After checking the attributes of Blood Hate, Lin Hun's eyes lit up.

　　He didn't expect that the blood-hate motorcycle that merged the flesh-and-blood gears would improve so much.

　　I don't know if it's because of the high degree of compatibility between the two.

　　Stepping on the seat and feeling the much softer leather cushion, Lin Hun's expression was a little inexplicable.

　　"This touch... is not right."

　　He felt that the leather seat he was sitting on was too soft and delicate.

　　It gave him the feeling that he was riding on the back of a woman.

　　Soft and a little hard.

　　Some dark cool.

　　"Is it my illusion?"

　　Shaking his head, Lin Hun felt that after that night, the color consciousness in his heart was awakened.

　　When encountering something, I always like to think in that direction.

　　"Be careful in the future."

　　Shaking his head and throwing away the messy thoughts in his heart, Lin Hun turned the car and drove in the direction of Beihai Crematorium.

　　15 The blood-hate motorcycle that has absorbed the flesh and blood gear no longer needs to kick the starter lever to start.

　　As long as Lin Hun straddles it, it will automatically activate.

　　However, fuel is still needed.

　　Lin Hun threw two resentment crystal fragments into the fuel tank, and the fuel gauge cursor on the dashboard showed full.

　　"I don't know if Soul Huai has condensed resentment crystals, my wallet is going to be empty."

　　Looking at the few resentment crystals in the backpack, Lin Hun couldn't help sighing.

　　Recently, a lot of treacherous things have been killed, but these guys have all been absorbed by their own shadows and organs, and there is no grievance crystallized at all.

　　This made the inventory in Lin Hun's hands less and less.

　　The only good thing is that the doors are constructed because of the private scene.

　　The whole private scene is full of negative energy.

　　Soul Huai can inhale every day, and its height is also rising day by day.

　　It has grown to about three meters now.

　　Among the lush leaves, a lot of flower bones have appeared.

　　Lin Hun had felt that there was pure and strong resentment in these flower bones.

　　Combined with the experience in Dahuai Village.

　　Lin Hun knew that the flower of this soul locust would be the flower of crystallization.

　　The crystal flower of resentment.

　　This is also the reason why the ghosts and gods scholars said that they have continuously obtained the crystals of resentment.

　　"It should be blooming when I go back this time."

　　Turning the throttle, two blood-colored flames spewed from the reinforced blood-hate exhaust pipe.

　　The wide tires rubbed against the ground, leaving a dark rut with yin.

　　The surging sound waves sounded.

　　A huge gale was blowing.

　　The blood-hate motorcycle that integrates the flesh and blood gear is more powerful and faster.

　　Coupled with the ignoring obstacle effect of the Hades Walk.

　　It took him less than twenty minutes to arrive at the foot of the Beihai Crematorium.

　　"Unknown taste."

　　Stopping the car at the foot of the mountain, Lin Hun looked at the crematorium on the mountain, his eyes flashing slightly.

　　In his eyes, this crematorium on the hillside looks like a huge ghost lying down.

　　Gloomy, icy and ferocious.

　　"It's the taste of a special scene, and I finally found it."

　　Lin Hun was very familiar with this flavor.

　　Basically every special scene has a bit of this flavor.

　　"Then try it."

　　Riding a blood-hate motorcycle, Lin Hun drove directly towards Beihai Crematorium.

　　He wondered if this particular scene would resist his own cursed props.