The Grim Reaper is coming: the start of the game enters the countdown to death

in the elevator.

The image of Yang Xiaoqing wearing a black suspender skirt constantly seducing himself with his eyes frequently appeared in Yan Jun's mind, and his heart was full of waves.

Her very tempting words just now are still lingering in her ears, stirring up the hidden desire in her heart.

Master of the world!
If God does not take, you will be blamed instead!
Yan Jun almost moved his heart when he said it.

MD, this woman is a genius of logic, she has a set of fallacies, and there are many routines.

I almost believed her nonsense just now and fell.

He coauthored himself to travel to this world, and activated the Death God's Enemy system, just to satisfy his own desires?

Are there more important things waiting for me to do well right now?

If the mass disaster created by the god of death cannot be resolved tomorrow, and the three-day death curse can not be completely broken, then everything will cease.

Thinking of this, Yan Jun's mood gradually calmed down.

But one thing to say, the dimples on Yang Xiaoqing's face and the faint crescent-shaped birthmark on her lower abdomen are quite cute.

Groove, what are you thinking!

"Ding!"

The elevator door opened, and Yan Jun walked out quickly.

As soon as he walked out of the gate of this building, he saw a young man with disheveled hair and a beard taking out the garbage there.

After the two glanced at each other, they passed by.

After taking two steps, Yan Jun's eyes twitched slightly, he sighed helplessly, and stopped.

Due to my personality, since I met this person today, I can't turn a blind eye.

Yan Jun pondered for three seconds, then slowly turned around.

at the same time.

The sloppy man seemed to have suddenly realized something, turned around suddenly, his eyes sparkled.

"Wait!"

"Brother Jun!!"

The two spoke at the same time.

Yan Jun looked at the death countdown on the other side's head, and gave a wry smile helplessly.

The man looked at Yan Jun, his eyes widened in shock, and an unbelievable light flashed in his eyes.

"Fuck! Brother Jun! It's really you!!"

The man was ecstatic with excitement for a moment.

As he said that, he was about to rush over, Yan Jun subconsciously took two steps back, his brows were slightly frowned: "Fuck, keep your voice down."

"Uh, Brother Jun, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

After looking around, the man knew that his yelling might cause unnecessary trouble to Yan Jun, so he scratched his hair with a smile and lowered his voice, "I'm so excited to see you, I... ...Can I take 5 minutes of your time and invite you to my house for a chat? I am your fan and I have something very important to tell you!"

"Really, I have something very important to communicate with you!" the man said sincerely.

114367!

114366!

114365!

Glancing at the death countdown above his head, Yan Jun calculated in his heart, and knew that the god of death would reap his life in the middle of tomorrow night. In fact, he had already guessed what the important thing this man said, but he couldn't He chose not to save himself, and nodded immediately: "Okay!"

"Brother Jun, come with me!"

The man suppressed the excitement in his heart and led Yan Jun upstairs.

While walking the stairs, the man told Yan Jun that his name was Zheng Ming, he was 26 years old today, unmarried, and lived alone.

Yan Jun heaved a sigh of relief.

If he lived alone, it would save a lot of trouble.

I made up a temporary plan to save this person from the God of Death. If there are too many people and this matter spreads, it will inevitably cause countless people to seek help from me.

I do have the ability to predict the death of anyone, but this ability has a limited number of times and needs to be obtained by consuming merit points through a lottery.

Even if there is no limit on the number of times, he can't protect those who triggered the omen of death one by one in order.

At that time, I am afraid that people will not be saved, and I will be exhausted first.

It is true that the artifact is in his own hands, and he can indeed use limited resources to choose who to save and who not to save. This is also Yan Jun's freedom.

But what about the consequences?

I am afraid it is more serious than the collapse of social order!
Therefore, it was actually a risk for Yan Jun to agree to go to his house with Zheng Ming.

Soon, the two came to the second floor.

After sneakily looking at the corridor, Zheng Ming took out the key and opened the door of Room 203.

The moment the door was opened, Yan Jun was a little dazed.

This is where people live?
This riding horse is obviously a family-owned factory, okay?

There are all kinds of metal tools and equipment in the living room, and all kinds of daily necessities are scattered, and there is almost no place to leave them.

"I'm sorry, Brother Jun, it's a bit of a mess at home." Zheng Ming said apologetically.

Yan Jun frowned subconsciously, "Did you move the factory to your own house?"

"Uh, I usually just focus on doing something and don't have time to clean."

Zheng Ming sighed, with a helpless self-deprecating expression on his face, "I don't know if I can resist this wave of death, but I still need to clean up the ball, come in quickly."

Yan Jun entered the room and closed the door, glanced at Zheng Ming, his eyes moved slightly.

It seems that he should know that he triggered the omen of death.

"This equipment is quite noisy, won't it disturb the neighbors?" Yan Jun pointed to a cutting machine in the living room and asked curiously.

"Brother Jun, I have installed sound insulation and noise reduction equipment at home. I have tested it, and the problem is not serious."

Zheng Ming chuckled, and the helplessness on his face disappeared in an instant.

Yan Jun could see that this Zheng Ming's personality was still very optimistic and open-minded, and he was not shrouded in haze and darkness because he triggered the omen of death.

"You just said... what do you mean by being able to resist the wave of death?"

Yan Jun suddenly remembered what he said just now, and he was a little puzzled, so he couldn't help asking.

Could it be that he has a chance to avoid death?
"Yes! Let's get down to business first!"

Zheng Ming's eyes lit up suddenly, and the smile on his face remained unchanged. He blinked and asked, "Brother Jun, you should see that I triggered the omen of death, right?"

Yan Jun looked at the death countdown above his head, and nodded calmly.

"Maybe you didn't guess it, but I already experienced a death yesterday." Zheng Ming's face showed a sense of accomplishment from the rest of his life, "Fortunately, I survived!"

The voice fell.

Yan Jun was slightly taken aback, and then his pupils shrank suddenly.

The Zheng Ming in front of him, he avoided death once? !

Yan Jun immediately thought of the "lonely man" who had been hiding in the dark and had a super high IQ.

If he didn't guess wrong, he might have broken the three-day death spell, so he kept claiming that he was his kind.

Could it be that this Zheng Ming is also such a person?
In this world, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!

Yan Jun sighed in his heart.

Also extremely puzzled and curious.

How do these mortals who have no system and don't seem to have superpowers fight against death?