Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Minds

　　A sharp and echoing voice sounded, and the bloody mouth of the paper man behind the counter kept squirming, making a tingling greeting.

　　At the same time, Lin Hun still felt a playfulness and malice in this guy's eyes.

　　"........."

　　Feeling this, Lin Hun had a bad guess in his heart.

　　This guy.

　　Could it be the paper man from the horror mall?

　　"What do you sell here?"

　　After a moment of silence, Lin Hun came to the counter and asked the paper man.

　　Don't care if this guy is the paper man from the horror mall.

　　He also has to trade.

　　If this guy really dares to play dirty with him, then he doesn't mind giving some points to this exchange.

　　I don't know when, Lin Hun's way of thinking became simple and rough.

　　Likes to use violence to solve problems.

　　"Many, many."

　　The paper figurine is different from other treacherous ones. It seems to have wisdom and reason. He has dark ink eyes and a mouth painted with blood-colored paint that keeps opening and closing.

　　"As long as you can afford it."

　　".〃So...what's the price?"

　　Lin Hun stared at the paper figurine in front of him and asked indifferently.

　　"The price is a lot, lifespan...emotions...memory...organs...as long as you have, you can pay."

　　The paper figurine glanced up and down at Lin Hun, the expression on his face gradually grim.

　　"I'm very interested in your lifespan. If you are willing to trade your lifespan, I can consider giving you a discount."

　　Familiar lines, familiar routines.

　　Lin Hun was completely certain that the paper figurine in front of him was the paper figurine from the Horror Mall.

　　It's just that the paper figurines in the horror mall can only interact with traders through the air.

　　But the paper man in front of him can really show his malice.

　　Sen Han's breath was deepening, and the invisible filaments turned into ropes, trying to wrap Lin's soul around.

　　Feeling this, Lin Hun's eyes flashed with a trace of blood.

　　A trace of blood mist emerged from his body.

　　"Don't mess around~ If you attack the boss in the store, you will be punished~"

　　The paper man looked fearless and smiled proudly.

　　But the next second.

　　A pale giant hand suddenly appeared from behind him, directly holding him into a ball of paper dust.

　　"Who are you fooling?"

　　Dispersing his soul hand, he looked at another paper figurine who gradually materialized from behind the counter.

　　Lin Hun laughed mockingly.

　　[You killed the cunning paper figurine, you were remembered by the black disaster-level cunning paper figurine, and you got an achievement: a dead little expert. 】

　　[Death Expert: At the White Resentment level, attract the attention of more than 5 Black Disaster levels. 】

　　Lin Hun: ? ? ?nagging.

Chapter 105

　　Five black disaster grades?

　　When did I get followed by so many weird guys?

　　I do not know how?

　　Lin Hun looked dumbfounded at the achievement he had achieved.

　　in his memory.

　　There is nothing wrong with the photographer who has been thinking about his black disaster level.

　　That stinky kid from the Fairy Tale Prince is also right.

　　The paper figure that he had just cleaned up was counted as one.

　　Who are the remaining black disaster grades?

　　Lin Hun rummaged through his memories.

　　"Well... the owner of the suona in Dahuai Village will not be eyeing me too, and the owner of the Yuye Butcher knife... Is there some kind of existence in the hospital that is a black disaster? And the school's painter... Huh? It seems that I should have obtained this achievement a long time ago? Why do I get it now? ... Forget it, I don't want to!"

　　It's okay not to recall, as soon as I recall Lin Hun, I feel like I'm walking all the way, it's like dancing on the tip of a knife.

　　Every special scene he tackles seems to hide a deeper horror.

　　Although these horrors did not appear directly, their gazes were projected onto the traces they left behind through the barriers of the layers of the world.

　　And he made a mess of the layout of these terrifying existences.

　　No wonder he was missed.

　　"Fortunately, those guys won't be able to get through for a while. Otherwise, 233, I'd have to be beaten to death by these guys."

　　Shaking his head and sighing, Lin Hun turned to the newly appeared paper figurine.

　　This paper figurine was obviously not as skinny as the previous one. After Lin Hun came over, he took out a pile of yellow paper lists and placed them on the counter.

　　Lin Hun picked up the list and saw that there were lines of dark red text on the list.

　　The color of these words is somewhat similar to dried blood, and there is a faint smell of blood.

　　[Ghost shakes his head, price: 820 years of life or resentment crystals + 8 in resentment crystals. 】

　　[Footprint Ghost, price: 780 years of life or resentment crystals + 5 in resentment crystals. 】

　　[Blood hood, price: 650 years of life or resentment crystals + 2 in resentment crystals. 】

　　[Ming Cha, price: 605 years of life or resentment crystals + 1 in resentment crystals. 】

　　…………

　　Glancing at the products on the first page, Lin Hun found that he couldn't even buy a single product.

　　It doesn't matter whether it is consuming life essence or using resentment crystals.

　　Discovering this, open (bfdd) and start flipping through the list in hand.

　　He is looking for commodities that he can afford and that are useful to him.

　　"There is."

　　Turning to the fourth page, Lin Hun stopped, a smile appeared on his face.

　　[Ghost fingerprints, price: 65 years of life or 95 resentment crystal fragments. 】

　　Compared with the product on the first page, the price of this product called Ghost Handprint is simply a free gift.

　　But Lin Hun knew that the power of this product was even weaker than the product on the first page.

　　But it doesn't matter.

　　The reason why he bought this is to feed his soul hand and make the puzzle of his soul hand more complete.

　　Whoa!

　　Enough resentment crystal fragments poured onto the counter, and Lin Hun clicked on the ghost handprint on the list.

　　After the paper man lowered his head and made a look, he raised his hand and swept over the pile of resentment crystals.

　　These resentments crystallized into invisible gas and disappeared, leaving a piece of ink pad on the counter.

　　This is the palm-sized pad used to commemorate the birth of a child.

　　But this ink pad, which is used to represent the beauty of the newborn, is full of terror and evil.

　　on this pink ink pad.

　　A small blood-red palm print was deeply imprinted on it.

　　The edge of the palm print is full of spattered blood.

　　It was as if the hand was covered in blood when it was pressed on the ink pad.

　　"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

　　Looking at this palm print, Lin Hun seemed to hear the cry of a baby.

　　Crying horribly.

　　Creepy.

　　"A palm print with baby's resentment?"

　　Gently place your hand on this palm print.

　　The soul suddenly felt cold in the body, heavy on the shoulders, and the miserable cry of the baby rang from the ear.

　　A pair of cold, stiff hands.

　　It slowly approached his neck.

　　In the corner of his eye, Lin Hun saw a blood-colored baby, with wide-open facial features without eyeballs, nose, or lips, crying loudly.

　　The crying continued to expand, and Lin Hun felt that the weight on his body was increasing.

　　Bloody babies kept appearing, climbing on him, biting, as if to swallow him.