Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Minds

　　【Battle body】

　　[Attribute: Body Strength +20, Supernatural Resistance +20]

　　[Hint: Core abilities increase with the level of terror. 】

　　[Explanation: You are just a chicken duelist now, and you cannot afford the title of Shura at all, but as long as you work hard enough, you will be able to obtain the strength to match this title sooner or later, and remember, don’t die. 】

　　It is different from the strengthening of the Specter Puzzle by the Hand of Punishment.

　　The main strengthening direction of Duel Shura is the resistance to cursed items and the improvement of its own strength.

　　In gaming terms.

　　The ability to punish Apostles is similar to that of a Mage.

　　Dueling Shura is similar to a warrior.

　　Feel the muscles and tougher skin getting stronger.

　　Lin Hun clenched his fist.

　　He found the murmur of the Golden Fleece of Original Sin on his shoulders weakened to an almost inaudible level.

　　As for the Rainy Night Butcher and the Twin Mask.

　　These two cursed items have no side effect on Lin Hun at all.

　　【Ding! 】

　　[It is detected that your inaugural task has been completed. 】

　　【Your advanced trial is complete! 】

　　[Your terror level has broken through the boundaries. 】

　　[You are advanced to the bloody, the lowest level! 】

　　Finally... advanced!

　　Seeing the prompt that popped up in his mind, Lin Hun breathed a sigh of relief.

　　Although it didn't take long to enter this world, it was constantly changing along the way.

　　Despair Town, Paper Man Guard, Trial Cabin, Death Arena.

　　The repeated encounters enriched Lin Hun's knowledge, and made him survive and become stronger again and again.

　　Until now, he has entered a new realm.

　　Bloody.

　　Different from white resentment.

　　Lin Hun, who had advanced to the blood level, felt a kind of power in his body.

　　This power is inexplicable.

　　But it really exists.

　　The biggest feature of this power is that it can resist the moonlight of the Blood Terror Moon.

　　great resistance.

　　With this resistance, even if Lin Hun did not activate the power of his organs, he would not suffer from the contamination of the Moon of Blood Terror.

　　"It's time to leave."

　　After completing the advanced stage, Lin Hun no longer has any interest in staying here.

　　He turned and walked into the entrance.

　　The way to leave he was ready, and the props needed were the canvas of despair that he had never used.

　　Without dying, he entered the other corridor.

　　Lin Hun, who had completed the advanced task, returned directly to the lounge.

　　The hanging canvas of despair was taken from the wall.

　　Lin Hun unfolded the canvas.

　　This canvas, made of human skin, was pale and dry, with a faint rancid stench.

　　At the edge of the canvas, the little fat man's face was full of despair.

　　"The picture of the door... If the function of this canvas is to draw and call the 'door', I can return to reality through the door on this canvas."

　　Looking at this canvas made of human skin, Lin Hun rubbed his chin.

　　"But how can I draw the door?"

　　Try concentrating the power of the mythical creature on your fingers to paint on the canvas.

　　Lin Hun found that although this method could leave traces on the canvas, the traces remained too short to complete the frame of a door.

　　"Ghosts can't work? What about the power of the Grip of Inextinguishability?"

　　Lin Hun tried again, but this time just as his fingers touched the canvas, the canvas let out a shrill scream.

　　There was a trace of cigarette burns on the canvas just touched by his finger, and there was also a painful expression on the expression of the fat man in the lower right corner of the canvas.

　　"Uh...no way."

　　Seeing this scene, Lin Hun silently withdrew the power of the Indestructible Grip.

　　Different from spooky.

　　Canvas of Despair is weak against Grasp of the Undying.

　　He obviously only used a trace of strength, and he almost burned through the canvas.

　　Fortunately, this canvas has a certain self-healing ability, and after a short period of recovery, it becomes flat again.

　　"Destructive power is absolutely not good. The power of ghosts has a door, but power alone cannot stay on the canvas long enough... Is it because of lack of paint?"

　　After thinking for a while, Lin Hun took out the Yu Ye Butcher's knife and cut a slit in his finger.

　　Blood flowed out of the wound, and was directly sucked half of it by the Yu Ye Butcher's Knife.

　　Return this greedy knife to its sheath.

　　Lin Hun squeezed his fingers and let the blood flow out again.

　　Then he drew on the canvas with his blood-stained fingers.

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　　While painting, he also unleashed the power of the mythical creature through his blood.

　　This power is also mixed with the power of the source of life unique to blood.

　　These forces merged with each other, and finally formed a red somewhat dazzling blood, which stayed on the canvas of despair.

　　Through the movement of Lin Hun's fingers, a bloody door was outlined.

　　"It's done!"

　　As the door pattern painting was completed, Lin Hun heard a burst of laughter.

　　When he saw the little fat man in the lower right corner of the canvas of despair, he grinned as if he had encountered something happy.

　　At the same time, the doors on the canvas gradually become real.

　　Gently put your hand on the door you just painted.

　　Lin Hun felt a familiar aura from across the door.

　　A breath of reality.

　　Lin Hun's eyes lit up when he realized this, he raised his hand and grabbed the door handle that had already been realized, and pulled it hard.

　　The door that was drawn is actually very easy to open.

　　And on the opposite side of the door.

　　It was the basement that Lin Hun was familiar with.

　　"It's here!"

　　Seeing this, Lin Hun didn't hesitate in the slightest, and as soon as he was short, he went straight out through the door. .

Chapter 109

　　Whoa!

　　As if a layer of foam had burst, Lin Hun felt his body loosen, and he had already arrived in the basement of Moon Bay.

　　behind him.

　　The door made of blood, as if it had completed its mission, suddenly collapsed into a stench of blood and disappeared on the canvas of despair.

　　As the map of the door disappeared, a small pattern appeared on the canvas of despair.

　　Raising his hand to take off the canvas, Lin Hun found that there was an extra attribute on the canvas.

　　[Map of the door: the lounge of the death arena. 】

　　[Explanation: Your blood fascinates the canvas of despair, and the profound force has left a clear notch on this canvas. The canvas of despair indicates that you only need to paint with blood again, and it will open the 'door' for you, although It hurts a bit, but it's nothing. 】

　　"Why do you feel like a Tang monk?"

　　Looking at the attributes on the Despair Canvas and the image of the little fat man with a thumbs up and a flattering smile in the lower right corner, Lin Hun raised his eyebrows.

　　The Butcher's Knife of Despair was addicted to his own blood, and he had turned into the number one dog's leg. If he fed some blood every day, he would use it honestly and casually.

　　At the beginning, the paper figurine also expressed interest in his Shouyuan.

　　Now the Canvas of Despair also leaves you with a mark similar to a permanent portal because of his blood.

　　This gave Lin Hun a new understanding of the power of his organs.

　　The power of his organs can not only suppress the treacherous, but also corrode the ghost.

　　It seems that you can also feed curse props, so that these guys will be their good helpers willingly.