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

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, they broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.

The god of death is making a deal with Yan Jun, five people for five people!
This……

This statement immediately subverted the cognition of everyone present.

But think about it, it really is the case!
But this situation is limited to Yan Jun. The serial J killer who was shot killed three people and still did not escape the fate of death. Even if Yan Jun did not take action, he would still be harvested by the god of death.

Having said that, hundreds of millions of people definitely don't think so.

If they know about this, some people who have triggered the omen of death will inevitably have evil thoughts in their hearts, and use extreme methods to end the lives of others and fight for a chance for themselves.

Even if the goal is not achieved in the end, there will still be people who will follow suit.

By that time...

The dozen or so senior executives in the monitoring room didn't even dare to think about it any further, and all took a deep breath.

As staff members of the Shenwei Bureau, more than three months of work experience made them understand a truth.

Never underestimate a person's desire to survive, nor overestimate the moral bottom line of a mortal person.

"It's so dangerous, it almost made a big mistake!" Someone exclaimed.

"Yeah, who would have thought that a piece of news could kill many innocent people? In the current situation, we must be extremely cautious in making any decisions!"

"Hehe, thanks to Lao Chen, his thoughts are really meticulous."

Chen Hanwen coughed twice, blushed and explained: "The matter of not announcing the specific number of people who broke the three-day death curse was proposed by Yan Jun, and I only realized the power of it after he proposed it."

The words fall.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and then sighed: "During the two days of dancing with death, Yan Jun has indeed grown a lot."

Looking at the picture of Yan Jun pushing away from Room [-] on the big screen, someone immediately closed Yan Jun's live broadcast room and cut off the surveillance video.

The dangerous and rough day finally came to an end.

Fortunately, there was no danger.

With Yan Jun here, everything is moving forward with difficulty in a good direction.

the other side.

The hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were somewhat lost after the screen was cut off.

But it was getting late at this time, and it was time to rest.

Hope tomorrow, everything goes well!
……

Yan Jun walked into the room.

Ning Xue did not immediately greet him with joy like before, but the moment she saw him, her delicate body trembled slightly, a trace of cowardice flashed in her beautiful eyes, she bit her lips lightly, her expression was a little tangled.

"I'll take a shower first."

Yan Jun glanced at the countdown to death above Ning Xue's head, and after noticing anything unusual, he said something lightly, and then went straight into the bathroom.

10 minute later.

After taking a shower, Yan Jun changed into clean pajamas and walked out of the bathroom. Seeing that Ning Xue was already sleeping on the bed, he turned off the light in the room.

Suddenly, the huge room went dark.

Outside the window, the night was dark, and everything was silent.

Yan Jun lifted the thin quilt from the other side, lay down, and subconsciously grabbed Ning Xue's soft little hand.

But the next moment.

What he didn't expect was that the moment Ning Xue's little hand was held in his hand, she immediately retracted like an electric shock, and her delicate body trembled slightly, moving slightly, pulling away from Yan Jun a little. distance.

This abnormal behavior, as well as Ning Xue's unsteady breathing, made Yan Jun a little surprised, and couldn't help asking softly: "What's wrong, Xiaoxue?"

In the darkness, Ning Xue bit her lips tightly and did not reply to Yan Jun's words.

For a while, Yan Jun felt even more strange, and asked again: "Xiaoxue, can you tell me what happened?"

"Yan Jun, I... I..."

Ning Xue took a deep breath, her voice choked up, "I smell the blood on your body."

The voice fell.

Yan Jun suddenly realized.

It seems that Ning Xue saw the scene of herself tortured Jiang Bing in the confinement room and shot five people at the gate through the live broadcast, which was hard to accept for a while.

Think about it too.

She is the daughter of the richest man in Jiangcheng City. She has lived in a good environment since she was a child, and has never seen the cruelty of society and the dangers of human nature.

Even if the god of death comes, everyone's living environment will become worse and worse, but the kindness in her bones cannot be changed in just a few months.

In her perception, killing someone is killing someone.

Even though she had a good reason to kill herself, in Ning Xue's eyes, such a bloody scene did cause her a lot of psychological trauma.

She likes herself to be true.

But something like this happened and it took some time to adapt and heal.

With this in mind.

Yan Jun sighed slightly, and said softly: "I'm sorry Xiaoxue, I didn't consider your feelings."

After finishing speaking, Yan Jun lifted the thin quilt and got out of bed, walked to the sofa with the weak light of the mobile phone, and lay down.

After a while.

He vaguely heard Ning Xue's slight sobs, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart, but he was helpless.

What I have to do now is to consciously keep a distance from her.

For the rest, let her get used to it slowly.

I do not know how long it has been.

Yan Jun suddenly heard footsteps.

The footsteps are very light, and they walk very slowly.

Just when Yan Jun felt the footsteps getting closer and closer to him, he suddenly stopped again.

Then, it got farther and farther away from me.

"Yan Jun, can you give me some time?"

In the darkness, Ning Xue's voice trembled slightly, with a hint of crying.

"it is good!"

Yan Jun said softly: "Xiaoxue, don't think too much, go to bed early."

About 10 minutes passed.

After hearing Ning Xue's even breathing, Yan Jun breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, looked at the dark ceiling, and frowned slightly.

In less than ten hours, we will meet the mass disaster created by the god of death.

In the No. 9 safe house, the lives of more than 60 people were all tied to him.

If successful, everyone is happy.

But what if it fails...

I don't even have the slightest bit of face to survive as a traverser with a system!

With this in mind, Yan Jun narrowed his eyes slowly.

"System, I want to draw a lottery!"

"Ding! The lucky ten consecutive draws have been activated and consume ten merit points."

As the system's voice fell, the virtual lottery turntable in front of me quickly turned...

Five minutes later, Yan Jun stopped the draw.

"Open the system information panel!"

"Ding! The host information panel has been opened."

Host: Yan Jun.

Age: eighteen.

Constitution: 95.

Item: Lucky Capsules (six).

Skills: Watching Eye (five days), chance to upgrade Watching Eye (six times), time still (three times).

Merit points: 268 points.

After turning off the system, Yan Jun nodded.

These rewards should be enough for tomorrow.

No matter how bad it is, in times of crisis, I can stop time and draw more rewards to deal with it.

grim Reaper!

I want to see what you will do tomorrow! !