Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

"It's over! It's over!"

"Can you stop saying dejected words? Brother Jun must be able to protect them!"

"It's easy to say, there are nearly seventy people, you tell me how to protect them?"

"Could it be that Brother Jun made a mistake? None of them triggered the omen of death!"

"Don't take chances, it's very unlikely."

"Come on, brother!"

PARKING LOT.

There was a commotion in the neat queue. Out of fear of an unknown disaster, more than 60 staff members all looked panicked and their faces were ashen.

It's not that they are afraid of death, they just feel that if even Yan Jun is not capable of fighting against the god of death, then the entire human race will be hopeless.

Perhaps, the horrors that Reaper showed before were just the tip of the iceberg.

And now, the god of death is going to be real!

Despair spread through the crowd and passed on to each other.

"How about this……"

Yan Jun looked at the countdown to death above the heads of more than 60 people in front of him, and really had the urge to give up.

But on second thought, these people are likely to be implicated as well. The original intention of provoking the god of death is to bring people hope and gain merit points.

Unexpectedly, the consequences of doing so would be so terrible!

In any case, I can't back down first, and I'll just be done with death. I can save as many people as I can.

After a long silence, Yan Jun continued: "Don't be too nervous, I, Yan Jun and the god of death, will fight against each other, and it is still unclear who will die. Go back now, everyone will gather here in two and a half hours, Bureau Sun, please. Make arrangements."

After speaking, he left the parking lot and returned to Room 1.

"Xiaoxue, I want to be alone for a while."

As soon as Yan Jun walked into the room, he said to Ning Xue, "Go and read the book for a while."

"Um."

Ning Xue nodded slightly, seeing Yan Jun's state at the moment, both distressed and worried, bit her lip, turned and walked towards the bookshelf.

She knew that at this time, the more she could not cause trouble for Yan Jun.

If you can't be of any help, just be obedient.

Yan Jun lay on the bed and slowly closed his eyes, but his brows furrowed deeply.

Why did the death countdown appear above the heads of these more than 60 people, but the omen of death was not triggered?

What is the problem in that part? !

"system!"

"Ding! Does the host open the lucky ten consecutive draws?"

I'm smoking your sister! Just think about my merits, right?

"Check out the introduction to the 'Eye of Supervision' function!" Yan Jun said in his mind. When using this passive skill for the past two days, he only found it simple and easy to use, and didn't think too much about it.

Now think about it, have you overlooked something.

"Ding! Supervision Eye function introduction: After the host uses this skill, he can see the death countdown within three days above anyone's head!"

No problem!

I understand that too.

But why didn't these safe house workers trigger the death omen? !

The more Yan Jun thought about it, the more puzzled he became.

"System, is there a small probability that there will be a bug in this skill?"

"Host! Please don't question this system, thank you!"

The system's reply was very cold, but it also made Yan Jun firm up his previous thoughts.

Since there is no problem with the system, it must be the god of death that is causing trouble!

MD, in order to get revenge on himself, the god of death even launched a big sneak attack, and even the omen of death did not trigger.

This is not about martial arts at all!

Fortunately, the skills rewarded by the system are powerful. Knowing all this in advance, there is still some room for manipulation.

Protecting nearly 70 people at the same time, the difficulty factor is really high.

But there are systematic rewards, and there is still hope.

Yan Jun lay on the bed and started planning in his mind.

Soon, an hour passed.

Yan Jun kept the same posture all the time and looked like he was asleep.

Ning Xue, who was sitting quietly reading a book next to her, had a sore neck. Although she was very worried about Yan Jun, she still did not dare to disturb her.

At this time, more than 90 million viewers in the live broadcast room could not sit still.

"What's the situation? It's been more than an hour, right? Brother Jun, is this making up for the cage sleep?"

"Impossible. I think Brother Jun is a very measured person. At this time, he must be thinking about ways to protect everyone."

"What else is there to think about? Brother Jun can see the pictures of other people's death, so wouldn't it be over to save people in chronological order?"

"You said it lightly. Nearly seventy people said it was a large-scale disaster!"

"To be honest, watching Brother Jun frowning when he was sleeping, I really felt out of place. I still like Brother Jun's confident and crazy look when he provoked Death."

"Hey! Maybe the power of Death has far exceeded Brother Jun's expectations!"

Two and a half hours later, exactly eleven o'clock.

In Room 1 of Safe House No. 9, Yan Jun stood up suddenly, and there were two rays of light in his eyes.

"Xiaoxue! Go, follow me!"

Immediately afterwards, Yan Jun called Zhou Ke, Xu Feng, Chen Jie, and Ning Zhiguo, and walked directly to the parking lot.

In an instant, the popularity in the live broadcast room soared from 70 million to 100 million.

Countless viewers cheered up and stared at the live broadcast, not daring to miss half a second of footage.

The group is on! The group is on!

Yan Jun is going to face off against the god of death!

Whoever wins and who loses is a matter of life and death for 69 people!

"Come on, Brother Jun! I will always support you!!"

"Look at this momentum, that familiar brother Jun is back!"

"Brother Jun, please continue to create miracles!"

When a group of six people came to the parking lot, all the staff of the safe house had also assembled and lined up neatly in several rows.

"Xiaoxue, Lao Zhou, all of you stand over there too."

After Yan Jun gave an order, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at everyone.

Glancing at the death countdown above their heads, to be precise.

three minutes later.

Yan Jun pointed to the back of the line, a burly man, said with an unquestionable tone: "You, come to me!"

The burly man immediately came to Yan Jun without hesitation.

652!

651!

650!

Among the sixty-nine people, the countdown to death above his head was the shortest.

This also means that he will be the first to die in this large-scale disaster.

Open the breach from him!

Yan Jun pondered for a moment, and said with a serious face: "Name!"

"Feng Bin!"

"Job responsibilities?"

"Guardian at the gate of Safe House 9!"

Following the direction Feng Bin pointed, Yan Jun looked at the gate, his eyes narrowed slowly.

"System, upgrade the Eye of Supervision, target Feng Bin."

"Ding! The Eye of Supervision has been upgraded, and Feng Bin's death screen is being generated!"

With the sound of the system machinery in my mind falling.

A picture of Feng Bin's death appeared in front of Yan Jun's eyes.