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

"It's over, it's over! It's over!"

"Can you stop talking about frustration? Brother Jun must be able to protect them!"

"Speaking lightly, there are nearly 70 people, 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, the possibility of this is very slim."

"Brother Jun, come on!"

PARKING LOT.

There was commotion in the neat queue. Out of fear of unknown disasters, more than 60 staff members all looked panicked and pale.

It's not that they fear death so much, they just feel that if even Yan Jun is unable to fight against the god of death, then the entire human race will be hopeless.

Perhaps, the horror shown by Reaper is just the tip of the iceberg.

And now, the god of death is going to do it for real!

Desperation spread among the crowd and passed on to each other.

"How about this……"

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

But after thinking about it, these people are probably also implicated. My original intention of provoking Death God was to gain merit points while bringing hope to people.

But I didn't expect that the consequences of doing so would be so terrible!
In any case, I can't back down first, and I'll be done with the god of death, and I can save as many people as I can.

After a long silence, Yan Jun continued: "Everyone don't need to be too nervous. I, Yan Jun, will fight against the God of Death. It is still unknown who will die. Go back now. Everyone will gather here in two and a half hours. Please, Mr. Sun. Arrange it."

After finishing speaking, he left the parking lot and returned to Room [-].

"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 a book for a while."

"Ah."

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

She knew that the more at this time, the more she couldn't make trouble for Yan Jun.

If you can't help me, just be obedient.

Yan Jun lay on the bed, slowly closed his eyes, but frowned deeply.

Why did the countdown to death appear above the heads of more than 60 people, but did not trigger the omen of death?

Which link went wrong? !

"system!"

"Ding! Has the host activated the lucky ten consecutive draw?"

I smoke your sister!Just remember my merit points, right?

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

Now think about it, have you overlooked something?

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

No problem!

I also understand it that way.

But why didn't these staff members of the safe house trigger the omen of death? !

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

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

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

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

Since there is no problem with the system, it must be that the god of death is causing trouble!
MD, in order to retaliate against himself, the God of Reaper even launched a big sneak attack, not even triggering the omen of death.

This is completely out of martial arts!
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 degree of difficulty is indeed very high.

But with systematic rewards, there is still hope.

Yan Jun lay on the bed and began to plan in his mind.

Soon, an hour passed.

Yan Jun kept the same posture all the time, looking like he was asleep.

Ning Xue, who was sitting next to her quietly reading a book, was almost aching in her neck. Although she was very worried about Yan Jun, she still didn't dare to bother her.

At this time, the more than 9000 million viewers in the live broadcast room couldn't sit still.

"What's the situation? It's been more than an hour, right? Brother Jun, is this trying to catch up on sleep?"

"It's unlikely. I think Brother Jun is a very measured person. He must be thinking about ways to protect everyone at this time."

"What else is there to think about? Brother Jun can see other people's death pictures, so it's over if you just save people in chronological order?"

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

"To be honest, seeing Brother Jun still frowning while sleeping, I'm really not sure. I still like Brother Jun's confident and crazy look when he provokes the god of death."

"Hey! Maybe the power of the God of Death is far beyond Brother Jun's expectations!"

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

In Room 9 of Safe House No. [-], Yan Jun stood up suddenly, two rays of light shot out from 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 a drop of 7000 million to [-] million.

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

The group has started!The group has started!

Yan Jun is going to confront the god of death!
Who wins and who loses is related to the life and death of 69 people!
"Brother Jun, come on! I will always support you!!"

"Look at this momentum, the familiar Junge 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 already assembled and lined up neatly in several rows.

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

After Yan Jun gave an order, he narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the crowd.

To be precise, it was to glance at the death countdown above their heads.

3 minute later.

Yan Jun pointed to a burly man in the back row, and said in an unquestionable tone: "You, come to me!"

The burly man immediately came to Yan Jun without any hesitation.

652!

651!

650!

Among the 69 people, the countdown to death above his head was the shortest.

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

Open the breach from him!
Yan Jun pondered for a moment, and said seriously: "Name!"

"Feng Bin!"

"Job duties?"

"Guards at the gate of Safe House No. 9!"

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

"System, upgrade the Eye of Surveillance, the target person is Feng Bin."

"Ding! The Eye of Surveillance has been upgraded, and the death screen of Feng Bin is being generated!"

With the mechanical sound of the system in my mind, it fell.

A scene of Feng Bin's death appeared before Yan Jun's eyes.