Global thriller: My organs have a mind of their own

Reset again and again.

Lin Soul kept going up and down the stairs.

He noticed that as he reset more often, a terrifying smell was rising in the air.

This terrifying smell seems to be associated with some kind of unobservable distorted existence.

This being was touched by his movements, and was about to wake up from its slumber.

[When you perform the tenth reset, you awaken the will of the Death Arena, and you are dragged to the endless hell of dueling. 】

In the future, a series of prompts pop up.

"It doesn't seem like it can always be played like this. "

Lin Soul's gaze turned, and he quickly swept over the position of the light in front of him.

The first light is the Empty House.

The second one too.

The third is exchanges.

The fourth is the House of Gambling.

The fifth is the House of Horrors.

The sixth was obscured by darkness and could not be seen clearly.

"Let's start with this. "

Although he didn't find the trial house he was looking for, Lin Soul didn't want to try again.

It's been so many resets, and I haven't encountered the Trial Hut.

The basics are already certain.

To find another Trials Hut with a Class Legacy, you'll have to explore deep into the corridors.

Of course, it's also possible that there is no Trials Hut where the ominous hunter hides.

As for the exactly, you can only know if you go into the depths of the corridor.

One step out, the figure flashed.

Lin Soul had already come to the position of the third light.

Standing under this light, Lin Soul found that his gaze extended again.

You can see the doors of the sixth and seventh lights.

Unfortunately, these two rooms are not Trial Cottages either.

"Let's see what we can use on the exchange. "

Finding this, Lin Soul directly pushed open the door of the exchange.

Unable to find the Trials Hut, he had to find a way to strengthen himself through other means.

There are ghost puzzles in the gladiatorial arena that can be sold, and it just so happens that he still has an idle resentment crystal in his hand, which can be traded to improve his strength.

Click!

As soon as he stepped into the door, Lin Soul entered the exchange.

A smell of incense and candles came from the surface.

Lots of wreaths and paper figures piled up in the room.

The slightest wisp of coldness, like an invisible filament, constantly stroked his body.

Lin Soul looked at this room that looked like a funeral supply store.

There is no change in the expression.

Since the world reset, he has seen this kind of underworld scene a lot.

The scene in the exchange could not make him have the slightest mood swing at all.

But when he saw the paper figure behind the counter of the exchange, his face changed slightly.

The reason is simple.

The paper man behind the counter and the paper man in the horror mall in the mobile phone look exactly the same.

"Welcome to the Death Shop, where you can buy anything if you can afford it, hehe~"

A sharp echoing voice sounded, and the blood-colored mouth of the paper man behind the counter kept squirming, and there was a tingling greeting sound.

At the same time, Lin Soul also felt a sense of banter and malice in the eyes of this guy.

“............"

Feeling this, Lin Soul had a bad conjecture in his heart.

This guy.

It can't be the paper figure in the Horror Mall.

"What do you have for sale here?"

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

It doesn't matter if it's the paper man from the Horror Mall.

He's going to make a deal too.

If this thing really dares to play yin with him, then he doesn't mind giving this exchange an order.

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

Likes to use violence to solve problems.

"Many, many. "

The paper man is different from other treacherous, as if he has wisdom and reason, he opens his black ink eyes, and his mouth is constantly opening and closing with blood-colored paint.

"As long as you can afford it. "

"So...... At what cost?"

Lin Soul stared at the paper figure in front of him and asked indifferently.

"It's a lot of cost, life is ...... Affection...... Memory...... Organ...... As long as you have it, you can give. "

The paper man glanced Lin Soul up and down, and the expression on his face gradually became hideous.

"I'm interested in your lifespan, and if you're willing to trade it for life, I can consider giving you a discount. "

Familiar lines, familiar routines.

Lin Soul has been completely sure that the paper man in front of him is the paper man in the horror mall.

It's just that the paper man in the horror mall can only interact with traders through mobile phones.

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, wanting to entangle the forest soul.

Feeling this, a trace of blood flashed in Lin Soul's eyes.

A mist of blood emerged from his body.

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

The paper man looked fearless and smiled proudly.

But the next second.

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

"Bluffing whom. "

Dispersed his soul hand and looked at another paper figure that gradually materialized from behind the counter.

Lin Soul smiled mockingly.

[You killed the cunning paper man clone, you were remembered by the black calamity-level cunning paper man, and you obtained the achievement: being a little expert in death. 】

[Be a little expert in death: At the level of white resentment, it will attract the attention of more than 5 black disaster levels. 】

Forest Soul: ???