Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Minds

　　When the circus performed in an extraordinarily bustling town.

　　He put on an extraordinarily grand firework show using circus fireworks and gasoline.

　　That performance was his favorite.

　　To this day, He still can't forget that it was the scorching heat of the flame, the screams of human beings, and a person who was twisted and gradually turned into coke.

　　on that day.

　　On that day, he took advantage of the despair and pain of these human beings to push open the door to eternal life.

　　"In this case, let me start another game. The name of this game is called The Last Living Man. In this venue, there are a total of 122 human spectators. Every ten seconds, I will kill a random person. In this process, if a human audience can kill another human audience, it will become my target of not killing, and the game will take ten minutes in total, and after ten seconds, the game will officially start."

　　The demon clown held that special pistol and said with a smile to the maddened human audience in the auditorium.

　　"10."

　　"9."

　　"8."

　　The countdown sounded like a talisman, squeezing the rationality of the human beings on the scene.

　　These survivors have no doubts about the authenticity of the demon clown's words.

　　Because at the very beginning, nearly [-] people entered the circus tent.

　　But in such a short time, there are only a few remaining human beings.

　　This shows how cruel the devil clown's methods are.

　　"I-I can't die! My child is still waiting for me at home! So you die for me!"

　　A sturdy man with tanned skin was the first to make a choice.

　　He took out a wrench from the tool belt around his waist and swung it towards a middle-aged aunt not far from him.

　　"Killing! Killing! Who will save me!"

　　The middle-aged aunt was hit with a wrench before she could react. She was dizzy from the knock on her brain. She covered the bleeding wound, stood up staggeringly, screamed and ran away from the man.

　　"Don't run!"

　　However, how could she outrun a strong wrench man after being hit.

　　It only took two seconds for her to be caught up.

　　Puff puff!

　　Once something started, it became a lot easier.

　　The man swung the wrench and struck frantically.

　　It wasn't until the ten-second countdown for the clown ended that he stopped his movements.

　　At this time, the head of the middle-aged aunt who had been slapped so many times by him has been deformed, and the dead can no longer die.

　　"Hahaha! That's great! The audience made the right choice, so...you die this time."

　　The Joker gave a sharp laugh, turned the muzzle, locked onto a spectator not far from Lin Hun, and pulled the trigger.

　　boom!

　　The fireworks exploded, and the spectator and his nearby location exploded into a charred pothole...  

　　The blast of air caused Lin Hun's hair to fly.

　　He stared blankly at the grinning clown below, and there was a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

　　This guy obviously wants to use this method to force himself to take action.

　　This shows only one problem.

　　He is in a hurry.

　　"Then why is he in such a hurry?"

　　Such a thought appeared in Lin Hun's mind, and the future vision jumped out with a prompt.

　　[Fifteen minutes later, the ghost bride completed the invasion of the terrifying wonderful house, carrying the power of the ghost village, and officially came here. 】

　　Seeing this prompt, Lin Hun instantly understood.

　　"Ah!"

　　The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his mind instantly stabilized.

　　He sat on the spot and looked at the demon clown who was timing again, with playfulness in his eyes.

　　"10."

　　"9."

　　But for Lin Hun, the countdown without the slightest pressure was like the whispers of demons in the ears of other audiences, not only squeezing their fears.

　　They don't know if the hapless audience of the Devil's Joker's next choice is themselves.

　　But they know that as long as they can kill another audience member, they won't die next time.

　　under threat of death.

　　Human nature is so untested.

　　The killing has already begun.

　　Strong men target weak old people and women.

　　But the ten-second countdown was not enough for them, who were unarmed, to kill the same kind who knew how to struggle with legal resistance.

　　boom!

　　A shot went off.

3.3 Once again, a spectator was killed by the clown.

　　The countdown to death begins again.

　　Those who were still alive, targeting again, began to attack and kill.

　　Blood splattered.

　　At this moment, in order to kill.

　　Someone used the most primitive weapons.

　　tooth.

　　Biting, beating, stabbing fingers into fragile eyes.

　　under the pressure of death.

　　These people have learned the most brutal way of killing without a teacher.

　　soon.

　　There were casualties in the audience.

　　The audience who completed the killing showed a relaxed expression, sat on the spot, and looked at the rest of the audience with a smile.

　　It seems that he is choosing prey, and he seems to be thankful that he escaped.

　　They didn't find out.

　　At this time, the smiles on their faces were already somewhat similar to the clowns on the stage. .

Chapter 198

　　The killing continues.

　　Killing again and again makes the presence of living people less and less.

　　It also made the remaining audience more skilled in killing methods.

　　At first they still need a few countdowns to kill a living person.

　　Now, as long as they keep their eyes on the target and catch up with the prey, it only takes two seconds to make the other party stop breathing.

　　I don't know if there is something tricky about the horror house itself.

　　With the increase in the number of kills, these murderers seem to have obtained some kind of blessing, and their power has become more powerful.

　　Actions have become more agile, and mentality has become more crazy.

　　As time passed by every second.

　　Ten minutes before the end of the game, there are less than three minutes left.

　　There were only fifteen people left in the audience at this time.

　　Each of these people almost lost their human form and became something else.

　　With twisted and wild laughter on their faces, they looked at the other living audience like beasts, grinning constantly.

　　Many of them set their sights on Lin Hun.

　　"This guy has never killed anyone, and he has never been shot, what the hell!"

　　"I've been sitting there and pretending to be forceful, what the hell, the next one will kill you!"

　　"It looks like an ordinary little white face, it should be easy to kill!"

　　"Why is this kid so lucky? Damn it! Damn it!"

　　The undisguised vicious words came from all around, but they couldn't change Lin Hun's expression in the slightest.

　　He looked indifferently at the playful clown on the stage, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed.

　　He could feel that there was a very strong suppressing force around him at this time, acting on the supernatural power in his body.

　　In an instant, he understood the intention of the devil clown.

　　He will kill by the sword.

　　Use the hands of these "humans" to kill this troublesome person.