Horror Game: All My Organs Have Their Own Consciousness

　　 Chan Qin Lei hesitated, and said cautiously.

　　 As Forest Soul’s strength became stronger and stronger, a special coercion naturally appeared on his body.

······Seeking flowers······

　　 Now that Cicada Qinran faces him, there will be a sense of fear when it is unnatural.

　　 “Well, no problem.”

　　 After hearing what she said, Lin Hun realized that he seemed to let Chan Hanya stay in his left hand for too long.

　　 It’s also time for her to stay with her family for a while.

　　 A thought moved.

　　 A flash of red light overflowed from his left hand.

　　 The red light fell on his side, transforming into Chan Hanya’s appearance.

　　 At this time, this loli was looking confused after waking up.

　　 rubbed his eyes and yawned.

　　 But her current state has changed.

………..

　　 She was half a head taller than when she first merged into Soul Lin’s hands. Her long white hair was also dyed with a few traces of blood red, and there were some more black lines on the blood-colored clothes all over her body.

　　 This person looks a lot older than he first started.

“mom, Mom, Mom…”

　　 Just put down the small hand rubbing her eyes, Chan Hanya looked at Chan Qin Ran, blinked her big red eyes, and spit out these words.

　　 Hearing her name, Cicada Qinlai’s eyes turned red.

　　 “Xiaoya…you can speak?”

　　No one knows Chan Hanya better than Chan Qinran. As Chan Hanya’s mother, she knows very well.

　　 Chan Hanya is incapable of speaking.

　　 Her voice is contaminated with a strong negative atmosphere.

　　 In order to prevent this breath from being contaminated with Chan Hanya, who represents her humanity, Chan Qinlei did not give her this function when she separated her.

　　 But she didn’t expect that Chan Hanya would have her own voice after staying in Lin Hun’s body in such a short family.

　　 This surprised Cicada Qinlei.

　　 She hugged Chan Hanya’s petite body, and couldn’t help but shed moving tears.

　　 “Dad, daddy…”

　　 At this time, Chan Hanya’s sudden vomiting sound made Chan Qin stunned.

　　 She raised her head and looked at Lin Soul who was also embarrassed.

　　 his face flushed suddenly. Big.

Chapter 142:

　　 “Really…”

　　Blood hatred on Mercedes-Benz, Lin Soul wore a wry smile on his face.

　　 He never thought that Chan Hanya who woke up could say such a thing.

　　 He raised his hand and looked at Chan Hanya with the (*^▽^*) expression on the back of his left hand, and sighed helplessly.

　　 This little girl doesn’t know if she is dependent on herself.

　　 met Chan Qin Lei, chatted for a few words, and returned to his left hand.

　　’S expression has also changed from the arrogant look at the beginning to the happy smiling face now.

　　 “She seems to like to be in my body… is it because of the blood?”

　　 Just now Cicada Hanya appeared, Lin Hun found that not only did she grow a lot in size, but her strength also became stronger.

　　 Two Six Three can not only use blood ghost mythical creatures, but also release a blood mist ability similar to the mist of whispers.

　　 To some extent.

　　 At this time, Chan Hanya had been contaminated by him, and began to gradually change into his shape.

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

　　 Under the reverse erosion of the power of the organ, not only the cursed items will be surrendered, but the complete trickery will gradually change.

　　 became similar to him.

　　 became dependent on him.

　　 became unable to betray.

　　 “This power is good or bad…but I like it!”

　　 grinned, Lin Soul twisted the accelerator, and the speed of Blood Hatred increased by another gear.

　　 The Southern Suburb Pier was not close to Moon Bay where he was, so he set off before it was too dark.

　　 Along the way, he found that there are still many people in this city busy.

　　 These people are all wearing uniforms and armed, and their busy positions are usually various technology companies.

　　 They disassembled the equipment of these companies, loaded them and pulled them away.

　　Because it was about to get dark, these people’s movements seemed a bit rush, but there was no chaos, and they worked in an orderly manner.

　　 “Are you from the shelter?”

　　The Soul of the Forest, who has the authority of urban legends, is invisible to these ordinary people.

　　 Although the engine of blood hate was loud, it didn’t attract anyone’s attention.

　　 “It looks like they are doing pretty well.”

　　 After a simple glance at these people, Lin Hun found that these people’s faces were pretty good.

　　Although their expressions are a little nervous, there is a ray of hope shining deep in their eyes.

“good.”

　　 smiled slightly, Lin Hun turned the front of the car and headed towards the southern suburbs.

　　 The development of the shelter is good for him.

　　Because the shelter wants to operate, it must continue to maintain the city’s infrastructure.

　　 Water conservancy, electricity, network, communication.

　　 These infrastructures are closely related to life, even Soul of the Forest cannot use them.

　　 He even suspects that the lost infrastructure has not stopped functioning, and it has a lot to do with the fact that he still lives here.

　　 Sanctuary will not consume manpower for no reason to run these infrastructures in the city.

　　 But if it’s for him, then everything makes sense.

　　 Anyway, he is also the number one player in the rankings.

　　 Although he refused to join the organization, he did not break his face with the organization, and even bought the city a week of absolute safety.

　　 The country would naturally show it to him.

　　 Letting the city’s infrastructure work is a way for the other party to express goodwill.

　　 The organization didn’t mention this kind of thing, and Lin Soul didn’t ask again.

　　 The two maintain a silent tacit understanding.

　　 This is also the reason Lin Hun gave Yan Wan Guifa.

　　Blood hates motorcycles moving, and the sky gradually darkens.

　　 The air gradually became moist, and a salty smell peculiar to the seaside floated in the air.

　　 The southern suburbs have arrived.

　　 walking on the highway.

　　 I looked at a road full of abandoned vehicles and ships in a black hole in the distance.

　　 I don’t know why, I feel a little uneasy…

　　 “This place…has a problem!”

　　 Before it gets dark, the southern suburbs port is quiet as if dead.

　　 This is not right in itself.

　　 What’s even more strange is that this port is obviously a very important place, but the government has not chosen to clean up and recover materials here.

　　 There is only one reason for this situation.

　　 It’s scary here.

　　 is the kind of special place that no strangers should enter even in the daytime.

　　 is because of this.

　　 It is so quiet and unknown here.

　　 “It seems that I have work to do today.”

　　 Twisting the throttle, Lin Hun drove Blood Hatred, smashed through the fence of the dock, and rushed into the interior.

　　 Nanjiao Wharf is a large-scale wharf that integrates cargo and passengers.

　　 The number of goods handled every day can be described as countless.

　　 But with endless horror, this port has been completely abandoned.

　　A large cargo ship arrived at the port docked at their respective positions and opened the loading compartment below, but no vehicles entered or exited.

　　 Except for these huge cargo ships on the dock.

　　 is also building a large warehouse.

　　 These warehouses are used to hold goods unloaded from freighters.

　　 is on the other side of the pier.

　　 There are 3.3 numerous containers and large gantry cranes standing there.

　　 These stopped gantry cranes are like dead giants, tall and full of oppression.

　　 riding on the blood hate, walking slowly on the pier.

　　 Lin Soul felt flustered for no reason.

　　 But Future Vision did not give any warning.

　　 This made Lin Soul a strong vigilance in his heart.

　　 He remembered what happened to him in the deadly campus. At that time, he was blinded by the illusion created by the canvas of despair and almost said.

　　 Now this pier, it is very likely that it also has such a weird existence.

　　 blinded his eyes. .

Chapter 143:

when! when! when!

　　 The death knell rang, and night fell.

　　 Southern Suburb Wharf.