Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Minds

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　　"Yes!"

　　The soldiers ordered to forbid the nature of human beings, so that several young soldiers stopped their steps, raised their hands and gave the last military salute to the comrades who were trapped in the thick fog.

　　The soldier, who was about to fall into the thick fog, squeezed out a smile and raised his hand to give him his last military salute.

　　hum!

　　At this moment, a roar of the engine came.

　　A blood-colored light like a sharp blade directly cut through the thick fog ahead, revealing the true form inside.

　　Behind the young soldier, a humanoid doll wearing a clown costume with a rabbit-shaped head is grabbing the young soldier's body with its claws and pulling it back.

　　However, at the same time as the blood-colored light was shining, it was as if it had been immobilized, and the entire body suddenly stagnated.

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　　hum!

　　The roaring engine sound suddenly amplified, and in the horrified eyes of several soldiers, the upper body of this rabbit clown was directly sprayed by an invisible and transparent thing, pretending to be blood foam and spraying the ground.

　　At the same time, a strong pulling force came, and the soldier who was trapped in the thick fog was directly grabbed by an invisible big hand and threw it out of the area of ​​C area.

　　"Am I saved?"

　　The young man had ten bleeding scratches on his body, and his face was bewildered.

　　Things are happening too fast.

　　Having made up his mind to sacrifice, he felt as if he was jumping left and right in front of the god of death.

　　It made him a little confused.

　　"You are saved."

　　The one who responded quickly was the older squad leader. He looked at the blood-colored light that penetrated the blood mist and penetrated into the interior, with an inexplicable look on his face.

　　"Somebody saved you."

　　"Big man? Who is it?"

　　A little soldier was a little curious.

　　He knows who is the big man in the base, but he remembers that no one has the strength to destroy a treacherous head with one blow.

　　"The strongest one."

　　Pointing to the sky, a relaxed smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged soldier.

　　"This time we are saved."

　　"Is it him?"

　　The words have been said to this level, and the fool can also hear what it means.

　　At the beginning, the little warrior looked at the light that had been swallowed by the thick fog with his eyes shining, his face full of admiration.

　　"Forest Soul Giant?" Da.

Chapter 192

　　"Hee hee hee!"

　　"Hahaha!"

　　"Fun! It's fun!"

　　"What's Dad's dad's name! Dad's dad's name is Grandpa!"

　　The thick fog invaded the skin with a malicious ice cold, and all kinds of weird laughter and very discordant rocking music sounded in the ears.

　　Ghostly shadows flickered in the thick fog, and from time to time there were screams of dying.

　　Here, it seems to be hell.

　　Driving blood hate, twisting the accelerator.

　　Lin Hun galloped in the thick fog.

　　Look at the dense red light spots and green arrows that shuttle through the blood hate.

　　Lin Hun was silent.

　　He did not expect that this place was polluted to such an extent.

　　Yes.

　　In his perception, most of these red dots are the pollution fluctuations of ordinary people released by the projection of the moon of blood terror in the sky, which aroused the negative emotions in the heart, and finally transformed into inhuman existence.

　　"It seems that in this case, only I am here to save you."

　　The transformation of human beings into something treacherous is an irreversible change.

　　Ordinary methods simply cannot save them.

　　Fortunately, Lin Hun happened to have a private scene here, and there was a shortage of people in his private scene.

　　These unlucky bastards transformed by the Blood Fear Moon can just be caught and used as employees.

　　With a thought, a palm-sized ghost coffin spit out from the shadow.

　　Lin Hun opened the lid of the coffin, reached out and pulled the canvas of despair out of the coffin.

　　"Xiaojin, Xiaojin, you have to work harder. There are a lot of employees this time. You have to resist."

　　As if he understood Lin Hun's words, the little fat man in the lower right corner of the canvas made a muscle movement, his fat belly also transformed into eight pack abs, and his fat round face suddenly turned into a JOJO face with thick eyebrows and shadows. , an invincible appearance.

　　"Good boy!"

　　With a grin, Lin Hun bit his fingers and let go of the handlebars with both hands, letting Blood Hate drive automatically.

　　hum!

　　The intelligent blood hate didn't fall off the chain. According to Lin Hun's thoughts, he quickly charged towards a red dot not far away.

　　The blood-colored light cut through the thick fog and hit a duck doll painted in the shape of a clown.

　　The suppressing force of the ghost lamp was instantly generated, making the duck clown unable to move.

　　Lin Hun also squeezed out a drop of blood at the same time, and quickly drew an abstract duck on the canvas of despair.

　　The blood-colored light, like the tongue of a lizard, popped and retracted like lightning from the canvas of despair.

　　The duck clown, illuminated by the ghost lights, has disappeared, and a finger-sized abstract duckling has been added to the canvas of despair.

　　"First!"

　　Looking at the edge of the canvas, Xiao Jin stretched out his thick fist, punched the abstract duck to the corner of the canvas, and gestured to himself with a thumbs up.

　　Lin Hun grinned and looked forward.

　　At this time, Blood Hate had already fixed another green-headed turtle clown.

　　He also had no ink marks, and blood dripped from his hands.

　　The portrait of the green-headed turtle, so abstract that only he could understand it, appeared on the canvas of despair.

　　But it doesn't matter.

　　Despair Canvas's judgment on the picture is purely based on mood.

　　Under the nourishment of Lin Soul's blood, which combines the power of life and the power of soul, Xiaojin, the incarnation of the canvas of despair, has long since lost his integrity.

　　It doesn't matter what he draws at all.

　　It knew that as long as Lin Hun wanted to catch it, it would put him on the canvas and it would be done.

　　Simple and crude.

　　By no means ambiguous.

　　So go all the way.

　　Lin Hun transformed into an efficient and treacherous detaining machine, and quickly imprisoned one treacherous one after another into the canvas of despair.

　　It is also because of his appearance that many survivors in this area who have not been polluted by the Blood Terror Moon have hope of escape.

　　Many survivors found that the strange and strange wandering outside disappeared.

　　Emboldened, he ran out of the hiding place and followed the road to the exit of Section C.

　　as they emerged from the fog.

　　What they saw were soldiers with guns.

　　But these soldiers were not surprised to see their presence.

　　Instead, they were kind enough to hand them hot water and clean blankets.

　　Only then did these survivors realize that they were not the only ones who escaped.

　　"The three hundred and sixty-eighth."

　　At the exit, Secretary Shi looked at the survivor who escaped from the exit, the grim expression on his face melted slightly, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

　　"It's so powerful, is he so strong already?"

　　Yan Wan on the other side, looking at the churning mist, her face was also shocked...  

　　As a player with supernatural powers.

　　She could feel how terrifying the thick fog within the door range was.

　　It was an aura that contained a strong negative aura manifested.

　　This kind of breath can not only contaminate ordinary people into inhuman and treacherous, but also activate the negative emotions in the players who possess the power of the ghosts, making the power of the ghosts run rampant, and finally be counter-corroded.

　　This is also why the leaderboard players in the shelter did not enter the rescue.

　　Because they are not sure to retreat from here.

　　But this kind of erosion seems to be ineffective in Lin Hun's body.