Horror Game: All My Organs Have Their Own Consciousness

　　 itself is also a manifestation of certain rules, and the strength is terrifying.

　　 is like the gear he is holding now, it is the product of the Black Calamity Mechanic.

Although 　　 was abandoned, it still has the height of a black and white double star.

　　 As for the nightmare.

　　 Lin Hun doesn’t know how strong the opponent is.

　　 He suspected that the existence named Dragon King he saw might be a nightmare.

　　 may also be a more advanced existence.

　　 That kind of thing will be distorted and contaminated even at a glance.

　　 With his current strength, it is impossible to judge the existence of that level at all.

　　 “I am still too weak.”

　　 shook his head sorrowfully, Lin Soul put this flesh and blood gear on the fuel tank of blood hatred.

　　 “Since the machine can be strengthened, let’s try if this can be strengthened.”

　　 hiss!

　　 The moment when the flesh gear touched the blood hate.

　　 seemed to be activated, suddenly stretched out a tentacle fused with flesh and metal, and pierced into the fuel tank.

　　 Zizi!

　　 The small gears proliferate and change rapidly.

　　 quickly fit into the blood hate motorcycle.

　　 hum!

　　 At this time, the blood hate motorcycle also made a loud roar.

　　【The blood gear is activating the blood-hate motorcycle, and the resentment of the blood-hate motorcycle is about to turn into a more powerful trick. You can try to use blood to domesticate this trick and make it a licking dog like a rainy night butcher knife. 】

　　Miraishi suddenly jumped out of such a prompt at this time.

　　 “Um… OK.”

　　 Seeing this prompt, Lin Soul scratched his head.

　　 He found that his body was getting worse and worse.

　　 can not only absorb the tricks and strengthen itself, but also release some of them to domesticate the tricks.

　　 It stands to reason that this kind of crooked, distorted monster that has lost its humanity should only be left with a mechanical killing instinct.

　　 But here he is.

　　 Everything has become abnormal.

　　 “It doesn’t matter, I’m used to it.”

　　 shrugged, Lin Hun drew out the rainy night butcher knife, and strenuously cut the skin of his arm.

　　With the strengthening effect of the skin self-adaptation type.

　　 Now the strength of his skin is getting higher and higher.

　　 Especially for this rainy night butcher knife that **** blood every day.

　　 This knife is blunt like an unopened iron bar.

　　 A batch of waste.

　　 Lin Hun felt that after a while, he wouldn’t be able to use this thing for bleeding.

　　 because it can no longer be done.

　　 Zizi!

　　 The greedy rainy night butcher knife, sucked a few drops of blood on the wound, and was taken away by Lin Soul…

　　 Ignoring the cries of Yuye Tudao’s desire and dissatisfaction, Lin Soul threw the blood from his arm onto the changing blood hate motorcycle.

　　 hiss!

　　 seems to seep into the soil, these drops of blood are absorbed by the changing blood hate.

　　 hum!

　　 seems to be infused with soul.

　　 The changing blood hatred made a roar, and the surging gears and metal on the surface suddenly solidified, quickly building into a handsome heavy-duty motorcycle shape.

　　 The pitch-black painting, with blood-colored lines, and the streamlined shape, turned into hideous jagged edges at the edges.

　　 The lighting lamp became two, as if two fierce eyes were slightly raised.

　　 the airy exhaust pipe, the heavy engine radiator, the leather seat, the large tire.

　　 The blood hatred at this time has changed directly from the old-fashioned motorcycle at the beginning to a trendy violent locomotive.

　　 The whole car has a wild and domineering feeling.

　　 Buzzing!

　　 After completing the change of blood hatred, the light was turned on, and he automatically moved to Lin Soul’s side, constantly buzzing high and low.

　　 “What do you mean?”

　　 Don’t know why, Lin Soul heard a hint of flattery from the roar of this guy’s engine.

　　 This flattery is a bit familiar.

　　 is very similar to the rainy night butcher knife that has now become a dog licker.

　　 “Isn’t it…”

　　 Feeling this emotion, Lin Soul was speechless.

　　 He didn’t expect this car to be so unsteady and surrender so soon.

　　 “If you have blood, I can’t always feed you. If you perform well, I can consider rewarding you.”

　　 Touched the smooth fuel tank, and a bunch of attributes jumped out.

　　【Blood Hate Motorcycle】

　　【Star:★★】

　　 [Attributes: Walk in the Underworld IV, Death Strike III, Ghost Lamp II, Ghost Weapon II. 】

　　 [Explanation: The blood-hate motorcycle, which incorporates flesh and blood gear, has become an existence between cursed props and ghost puzzles. 】.

Chapter 168:

“not bad.”

　　 After checking the attributes of Blood Hatred, Soul Lin’s eyes lit up.

　　 He didn’t expect that the blood-hate motorcycle fused with flesh and blood gears would have improved so much.

　　 I don’t know if it’s because of the high degree of fit between the two.

　　 stepped onto the car seat, feeling the softer leather cushion, Lin Hun’s expression was a bit inexplicable.

　　 “This touch… is not right.”

　　 He felt that the leather seat he was sitting on at this time was soft and delicate.

　　 actually gave him a feeling of riding a woman’s back.

　　 is soft and a bit hard.

　　 is a bit dark and cool.

　　 “Is it my illusion?”

　　 shook his head, Lin Hun felt that after that night, his consciousness of color criticism had awakened.

　　I always like to think about something when I come across.

　　 “Be careful in the future.”

　　 shook his head, throwing away the messy thoughts in his heart, Lin Hun turned the front of the car and drove in the direction of the Beihai Crematorium.

　　15 The blood-hate motorcycle that has absorbed the flesh and blood gear no longer needs to kick the starter lever to start it.

　　 As long as Lin Soul sits on it, it will be activated automatically.

　　 But the fuel is still needed.

　　 Soul Lin dropped two crystal fragments of grievance into the fuel tank, and the fuel gauge cursor on the instrument panel showed full marks.

　　 “I don’t know if the soul tree has condensed resentment, my wallet is almost empty.”

　　 Looking at the few crystals of resentment in the backpack, Lin Soul couldn’t help sighing.

　　 I have killed a lot of trickery recently, but these guys are all absorbed by their own shadows and organs, and there is no grievance to make money.

　　 This made Lin Hun’s inventory less and less.

　　 The only thing to be thankful for is that because the private scene has constructed the door.

　　 The whole private scene is full of negative energy.

　　 Hunhuai can breathe happily every day, and its height is also increasing every day.

　　 has grown to about three meters now.

　　 Many flower bones have appeared among the lush leaves.

　　 Lin Hun felt that there was pure and strong resentment in these flower bones.

　　 then combined with the experience in Dahuai Village.

　　The soul of forest knows that the flower of this soul will be the flower of crystallization.

　　 The flower of resentment crystallization.

　　 This is also the reason why the ghost scholar said that he has continuously obtained the crystallization of resentment.

　　 “It should be blooming when I go back this time.”

　　 Twisting the throttle, two blood-colored flames spurted out of the enhanced blood hate exhaust pipe.

　　 The wide tires rubbed against the ground, leaving a dark rut glowing with darkness.

　　 The surging sound waves sounded.

　　A huge gale blows on his face.

　　 The blood-hate motorcycle that incorporates flesh and blood gear is more powerful and faster.

　　 plus the effect of ignoring obstacles when walking in the underworld.

　　 He arrived at the foot of the Beihai Crematorium in less than twenty minutes.

　　 “Unknown taste.”

　　 stopped the car under the mountain, Lin Hun looked at the crematorium on the mountain, his eyes flashing slightly.

　　 In his eyes, this crematorium on the hillside looks like a huge ghost lying prone.

　　 gloomy, cold and vicious.

　　 “It’s the taste of a special scene, I finally found it.”

　　 This kind of taste, Lin Hun is very familiar.

　　 Basically every special scene has this kind of flavor.

　　 “Then try it.”

　　 Riding the blood hate motorcycle, Lin Hun drove directly into the Beihai Crematorium.

　　 He didn’t know if this special scene would resist his cursed props.