Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

Chapter 125 I Smell The Blood On You!

Everyone was stunned for a while, and after a little thought, they suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Death is making a deal with Yan Jun, five for five!

This……

This statement suddenly subverted the cognition of everyone present.

But if you think about it, it really is!

But this situation is limited to Yan Jun, the serial killer who was shot killed three people, and still did not escape the fate of death. Even if Yan Jun did not shoot, he would still be harvested by death.

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

If they were made aware of this, some people who had triggered the omen of death would inevitably have evil thoughts in their hearts and take extreme measures to end other people's lives 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...

More than a dozen high-level executives in the monitoring room didn't even dare to think about it any further, and they all took a deep breath.

As the staff 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 single piece of news might kill many innocent people. In this situation, we must be extremely cautious in any decision we make!"

"Haha, thanks to Lao Chen, my mind is really meticulous."

Chen Hanwen coughed twice, blushed and explained: "Yan Jun proposed that the specific number of people who broke the three-day death curse should not be announced, and I didn't understand it until he proposed it."

The words fall.

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

Looking at the picture on the big screen where Yan Jun pushed open Room 1, someone immediately shut down Yan Jun's live broadcast room and cut off the surveillance video.

The perilous and rough day has finally come to an end.

Fortunately, there were no surprises.

With Yan Jun here, everything is going in the right 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, and it was time to rest.

Hope everything goes well tomorrow!

...

Yan Jun walked into the room.

Ning Xue didn't greet him with joy at the first time as before, but the moment she saw him, her delicate body trembled slightly, a hint of cowardice flashed in her beautiful eyes, she bit her lips lightly, her expression a little tangled.

"I'll take a shower first."

Yan Jun glanced at the countdown to death above Ning Xue's head, and after finding nothing unusual, he said lightly, and then walked straight into the bathroom.

ten minutes later.

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

In an instant, the huge room darkened.

It was dark outside the window, 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 surprised him was that the moment Ning Xue's little hand was held by him, she immediately shrank back like an electric shock, her delicate body also trembled slightly, moved slightly, and pulled away a little from Yan Jun. the distance.

This abnormal behavior and the sound of Ning Xue's unsteady breathing coming from his ears made Yan Jun a little surprised and couldn't help but ask softly, "What's wrong, Xiaoxue?"

In the darkness, Ning Xue bit her lip 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, "I smell the blood on you."

The voice fell.

Yan Jun suddenly realized.

It seemed that Ning Xue saw through the live broadcast that she tortured Jiang Bing in the confinement room and shot five people at the gate, which was difficult to accept for a while.

Come to think of it.

She is the daughter of the richest man in Jiangcheng. She has lived in a favorable environment since she was a child, and has never seen the cruelty of society and the sinister nature of humanity.

Even if the god of death comes, everyone's living environment will become more and more bad, but the kindness in her bones will not change in just a few months.

In her cognition, killing someone is killing someone.

Even if 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 that she is not fake.

But when something like this happens, it takes 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 by the dim light of the mobile phone, and lay down.

After a while.

He vaguely heard Ning Xue's slight sobbing, and his heart suddenly ached, but he was helpless.

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

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 were light and walking slowly.

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

Immediately afterwards, he was getting further and further away from himself.

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

In the darkness, Ning Xue's voice trembled slightly, with a bit of a cry.

"it is good!"

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

About ten minutes passed.

After Yan Jun heard Ning Xue's even breathing, he breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, and looked at the dark ceiling, his two sword brows slightly furrowed.

There are less than ten hours before the mass disaster created by the god of death.

In Safe Room No. 9, the lives of more than 60 people are all on their own.

If successful, everyone is happy.

But if it fails...

The transmigrator with the system has no face to live!

With this in mind, Yan Jun's eyes slowly narrowed.

"System, I want to draw a lottery!"

"Ding! The lucky ten consecutive draws have been opened, consuming ten merit points."

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

Five minutes later, Yan Jun stopped the draw.

"Open System Information Panel!"

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