Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

in the elevator.

In Yan Jun's mind, the image of Yang Xiaoqing wearing a black suspender skirt constantly seduces him, and his heart is full of waves.

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

Master of the world!

If God does not take it, take the blame!

Yan Jun was almost moved when he said it.

MD, this woman is a logical genius, she has a lot of tricks and a lot of tricks.

Just now, I almost believed her nonsense and fell.

Co-authoring yourself into this world and activating the Death God's enemy system is to satisfy your own desires?

Now there are more important things waiting for you to do, okay?

If tomorrow cannot resolve the mass disaster created by the god of death and completely break the three-day death curse, then everything will be over.

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

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

Slot, 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 the building, he saw a young man with messy hair and unshaven beard taking out the garbage there.

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

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

Because of her personality, since she met this person today, she couldn't turn a blind eye.

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

at the same time.

This sloppy man seemed to have suddenly realized something, turned around suddenly, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Wait!"

"Brother Jun!!"

The two spoke in unison.

Yan Jun looked at the death countdown above the opponent's head, and smiled 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 for a while.

As he spoke, he was about to rush over. Yan Jun subconsciously took two steps back, frowning slightly: "Come on, keep your voice down."

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

After looking around for a while, the man knew that his yelling might cause unnecessary trouble to Yan Jun, he immediately scratched his hair with a smirk and lowered his voice, "I'm so excited to see you, I... ...Can I take five minutes of your time and invite you to my house for a chat? I'm 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!

Looking at the death countdown above his head, Yan Jun calculated in his heart and knew that the god of death would harvest his life in the middle of the night tomorrow night. In fact, he had already guessed what was important in the man's mouth, but he could not Choosing to see death without saving, he nodded immediately: "Okay!"

"Brother Jun, come with me!"

The man suppressed his excitement and took Yan Jun upstairs.

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

Yan Jun was slightly relieved.

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

I made up my mind temporarily and planned to save this person from the god of death. If there are many people, if this incident spreads, it will inevitably cause countless people to seek help from him.

I do have the ability to predict the death of anyone, but this ability is limited in number of times, and it needs to consume merit points to obtain it through lottery.

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

At that time, I am afraid that no one will be saved, and I will be exhausted first.

It is true that the artifact is in his own hands, and he can indeed choose who to save with limited resources 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, Yan Jun took a certain risk by agreeing to go with Zheng Ming to his house.

Soon, the two came to the second floor.

After Zheng Ming sneaked a glance at the corridor, he took out the key and opened the door of 203.

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

Is this where people live?

This is obviously a family factory, right?

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 go.

"Sorry, Brother Jun, the house is a little messy." Zheng Ming said apologetically.

Yan Jun frowned subconsciously, "You moved the factory to your own home?"

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

Zheng Ming sighed, with a helpless self-mockery on his face, "I don't know if I can resist this wave of death, and I'm still cleaning the ball, come in."

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

It seemed that he should have known that he had triggered the omen of death.

"Is this equipment quite noisy? Will it not disturb the neighbors?" Yan Jun asked curiously, pointing to a cutting machine in the living room.

"Brother Jun, I have installed sound insulation and noise reduction equipment in my home. I have tested it and it is not a big problem."

Zheng Ming smiled, and the helplessness on his face just now disappeared in an instant.

Yan Jun can see that this Zheng Ming's character is still very optimistic and open-minded, and his whole person is not shrouded in haze and darkness because he triggered the omen of death.

"You just said... Can you resist this wave of Death God?"

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

Could it be that he has a chance to avoid death?

"Yes! Let's get down to business first!"

Zheng Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and the smile on his face did not diminish at all. 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.

"You may not have guessed that, I already experienced a death yesterday." Zheng Ming's face showed a sense of achievement after the catastrophe, "Fortunately, I survived!"

The voice fell.

Yan Jun was slightly stunned, and then his pupils contracted suddenly.

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

Yan Jun immediately thought of the always hidden dark place, the "loner" with a high IQ.

If he guessed correctly, he may have broken the three-day death curse, so he kept saying that he was his kind.

Could it be that this Zheng Ming is also such a person?

This world, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!

Yan Jun sighed in his heart.

Also very suspicious and curious.

How do these mortals with no system and seemingly superpowers fight against the god of death?