Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Minds

　　With a move of his mind, the shadow under his feet suddenly spread, completely enclosing a space of [-] meters with him as the center.

　　With the enhancement of the shadow stand-in, the range that his ghost and shadow can cover has also increased a lot.

　　The range has been increased from fifty meters to two hundred meters.

　　The mythical creature that suddenly opened was obviously unexpected to the enemy in the mist.

　　His position was also captured by the ghost in an instant, although the other party also noticed Lin Hun's ghost, and asked the ghost to block it as quickly as possible in an unknown way.

　　But it was all too late.

　　"caught you!"

　　The black shadow double stood up from the ghost and then switched with Lin Hun.

　　Holding an axe, Lin Hun jumped up and slashed towards the guy who had just escaped from the ghost realm.

　　when!

　　Hong Zhong Dalu-like metal crash sounded.

　　The blade of the crazy axe was blocked by a thick-backed bone cutter.

　　Looking back along the bone cutter.

　　Lin Hun discovered that the owner of the knife was a squat man with pale skin.

　　He wore a smelly leather apron, and around his waist hung a circle of various butcher knives.

　　At this moment, he was staring gloomily at Lin Hun, who was holding an axe, with his cruel and cunning eyes. .

Chapter 41

　　It's sizzling!

　　An irresistible force came, and the axe blade and the blade rubbed a lot of sparks.

　　Lin Hun was knocked out by this crooked man.

　　With his strengthened body, he turned over in mid-air, and his feet landed on the ground.

　　But the residual strength still made him take a few steps back in a row and almost fell.

　　"A lot of power."

　　Feeling the paralyzed right arm, Lin Hun's face sank.

　　The weirdness in front of him is different from the weirdness he has seen in the past few days.

　　He is not only sufficiently insidious and cunning, but also strong.

　　Although the other party has not shown the unique underworld means of the treacherous.

　　But just relying on the opponent's powerful strength can easily suppress him.

　　Lin Hun knew that tonight, he had work to do.

　　"It seems to be eyeing me. If I don't solve him, I'm afraid I won't be able to get through tonight."

　　Seeing the rickety man's move into the rich again, Lin Hun handed the crazy axe to his left hand and shook his numb right arm.

　　Under the scouring of the source of life, the paralysis of the right arm quickly subsided.

　　But he knew that if the opponent attacked again, it would be difficult for him to stop him.

　　"Don't be careless, just turn on the fire."

　　After confirming the opponent's strength, Lin Hun no longer restrained himself, and directly launched the ghost.

　　The pitch-black shadow spreads from underfoot like thick ink, encompassing the surrounding area.

　　Under the influence of ghosts.

　　The thick fog was gradually evacuated, standing in the dark ghosts, Lin Hun's perception was fully open.

　　The shadow became his sense of touch, stroking the air, feeling the coldness in the thick fog, and chasing the very special smell of blood.

　　The smell of blood on the rickety man.

　　Suddenly left and right.

　　The blood-smelling master wandered like a ghost in the thick fog.

　　Can't lock at all.

　　This guy seems to be the most cunning beast, constantly moving his position, looking for Lin Hun's flaws.

　　a time.

　　The scene was stunned.

　　Release the ghostly forest soul, in the position of capturing the rickety man.

　　The rickety man was also constantly moving, looking for Lin Hun's flaws.

　　But they have nothing to do with each other.

　　just now.

　　They can only compete for patience.

　　Time passed by minute by minute.

　　The fog became thicker and thicker, and the scattered fog enveloped several blocks.

　　Makes it impossible to see what's going on inside the fog.

　　In the middle of this fog, a huge black shadow suddenly stood up.

　　Like a black eyeball rippling with layers of ripples.

　　Mist hey shadows touch.

　　There was a rustling sound, and the corrosion that collided with each other burst out with a gray and dead aura.

　　This is the mutual erosion of ghosts.

　　It is a direct confrontation with the power of the Specter.

　　But those who operate this power are ghosts on one side and humans on the other.

　　"It's almost four hours."

　　Among the ghost creatures, Lin Hun's face was pale, and there was a deathly aura in his eyes.

　　He did not expect that the treacherous patience in this mist would be so good.

　　Even haunting myself for so long.

　　Even the source of life could not be held back by the severe ghost erosion caused by opening the ghost beast for a long time.

　　Now Lin Hun is thinking about whether he should escape.

　　Run if you can't beat it.

　　Lin Hun is not a rigid person.

　　He won't even want his life because of face.

　　"Let's go first."

　　The faintly cold body kept reminding him that his body was not good.

　　If he continued to stand still, he couldn't hold it any longer.

　　Thinking in my heart, the ghost under my feet suddenly came to an end.

　　next second.

　　His mythical creature flashed several times in a row, moved directly out of the dense fog, and disappeared into the distance of the city.

　　"........."

　　A hunched figure emerged from the edge of the thick fog.

　　He stared at the gradually receding darkness, and his figure gradually became illusory.

　　With the disappearance of his figure.

　　The huge dense fog also dissipated.

　　The whole street was quiet again.

　　It's just that the buildings shrouded in thick fog are much older.

　　"call!"

　　Nearly [-] times of ghost beast teleportation in a row.

　　Lin Hun stopped on the roof of a building.

　　He dispersed the ghostly creatures, feeling the gloomy aura on his body that was constantly being driven away by the source of life, and couldn't help shivering.

　　"How could I be targeted by such a monster."

　　Recalling the confrontation with the hunched figure just now, Lin Hun frowned.

　　That rickety man was definitely not an ordinary treacherous man.

　　Whether it is strength or ghosts, the opponent is more powerful than the general treacherous.

　　Lin Hun is very strange.

　　Why would such a guy come to trouble him.

　　This is not normal!

　　"Could it be... that the photographer did it again?"

　　After thinking for a while, Lin Hun raised a conjecture in his heart.

　　As soon as this conjecture appeared, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it felt.

　　To say that in this world, who can dominate such a terrifying existence.