Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

"A false alarm! Fortunately, it was a false alarm!"

"The 'serial trick' of the god of death is too vicious. He actually made the phone explode when Zhou Ke was about to answer the phone!"

"It's all calculated by the god of death, in order to make people hard to guard against."

"In this case, doesn't it prove that Yan Jun is far more magical than we thought?"

"Yes, he can always create one miracle after another at the most thrilling moment!"

The high-level people talked a lot. Sun Ju, headed, looked at Yan Jun in the picture, a pair of deep eyes flashed a wise light, and his eyebrows raised slightly: "I have a bold guess in my mind now..."

"What?" Everyone was curious.

There was a faint hint of excitement on Sun Ju's face, and he slowly exhaled a turbid breath: "Yan Jun is not only sensitive, he seems to be able to accurately predict when the 'Omen of Death' will appear unexpectedly, or how he will die."

When the words fell, everyone widened their eyes in vain and looked at each other in dismay.

Thinking about it, it seems that it is indeed possible!

With the close observation of this day, they initially thought that Yan Jun was just unlucky and sensitive. But two things that happened this morning completely shattered their cognition.

The stone that harvested Ning Zhiguo's life!

A phone that suddenly exploded!

Just ask, who would have thought that the god of death would shoot in such a sinister way? !

"Right! I remembered!"

Suddenly, a famous colleague's eyes lit up: "Why do you say Yan Jun arranged Zhou Ke in room 2, and the rest of the people are in the bottom row? Is there any rule here?"

The voice fell, and everyone immediately fell into contemplation.

The dozen or so high-level executives present were all extremely smart people, and someone immediately guessed the purpose of Yan Jun's actions, their eyes widened in vain, they took a deep breath, and said incredulously, "Could it be that... Yan Jun Jun is the room arranged in the order of their deaths?"

"Do not rule out this possibility!"

Another colleague nodded: "This will explain why Yan Jun entered Zhou Ke's room first!"

"Good thing! So Yan Jun can resolve their death crisis in chronological order?!"

After everyone discussed and guessed, everyone's face showed excitement.

They believe that if they follow this rhythm, Yan Jun is very likely to protect these five people from breaking the curse of death for three days at the same time!

Thinking of this, the dozens of high-level executives were so excited that tears were about to come out.

...

After experiencing Zhou Ke's incident, hundreds of millions of viewers were greatly encouraged, the live broadcast room was full of joy, and those doubts about Yan Jun completely disappeared.

How sinister and vicious is the god of death?

Haven't these endless killing moves been resolved by Brother Jun one by one?

The chosen son is so arrogant!

For a time, everyone had unreserved support and trust in Yan Jun.

However, it was Yan Jun himself who was the most anxious at the moment.

The three opportunities to upgrade the Eye of Supervision have all been used up, and the next one to meet the death is Xu Feng, the chef of the safe house!

"Open the system panel!"

"Ding! The host information panel is open!"

Host: Yan Jun.

Age: 23.

Constitution: 90.

Item: Lucky Capsule (one).

Skill: Eye of Monitoring (7 hours and 26 minutes remaining).

Merit points: 49 points.

"System! I want to draw a lottery!"

Yan Jun gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he prayed that he would get a few more chances to upgrade the Eye of Supervision. After all, this skill is so useful!

"Ding! The lucky ten consecutive draws are activated, and ten merit points are consumed!"

With the sound of the system, the virtual lottery turntable in front of Yan Jun turned frantically.

"Ding! Thank you for your patronage, and wish the host good luck next time!"

"Ding! Thank you for your patronage, and wish the host good luck next time!"

...

When the voice of thanking you for your patronage appeared in his mind for the ninth time, Yan Jun was about to go crazy.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for drawing a lucky capsule!"

Yan Jun closed his eyes, and felt that 10,000 grass and mud horses roared past in his heart.

This stupid lottery system really wants to go against you, right?

What I want is the chance to upgrade the Eye of Supervision. What do you mean by giving me the lucky capsule?

calm!

Must be calm!

The calmer you are, the better luck will favor you.

"System! Keep pumping!"

"Ding! The lucky ten consecutive draws are activated, and ten merit points are consumed!"

"Ding! Thank you for your patronage..."

"Ding! Thank you for your patronage..."

On the ninth time, I finally got a prize, but unfortunately it was only a day's use of the Eye of Supervision.

Yan Jun was greatly disappointed, his originally elegant and handsome face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

System, do you know there is an idiom called "Fu Ji Tai Lai?"

If you are still such a fool, I will be angry, I will be really angry!

"Come again!"

...

Exactly ten times! All thanks for your patronage, no reward whatsoever! !

Yan Jun's eyes darkened and he almost fainted.

Death is insidious and insidious, but at least after two consecutive shots, he will take a short break to give people some breathing time.

But this shitty lottery system is really black, ten times as bad as the lottery mechanism of a certain game company, I can't wait to suffocate me directly!

There are 19 merit points left!

There are only 19 merit points left!

A chance for a lucky ten draw.

More than half of the merit points accumulated through hard work, in less than a minute, made the system black.

Yan Jun was so heartbroken that he was about to bleed.

But there is no way, he has to continue to smoke, otherwise there is no way to protect the people around him who have triggered the omen of death.

System, if you still have a little conscience, then please be a human!

Yan Jun closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Open the lucky ten draws!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Eye of Supervision (24 hours)!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a chance to upgrade the Eye of Supervision!"

Yan Jun suddenly opened his eyes, full of anticipation.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the superpower 'time stops' once!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the superpower 'time stops' once!"

Just when Yan Jun was thinking about whether this 'time standstill' could save people in distress, the voice of 'Thank you for your patronage' sounded in his mind.

Yan Jun groaned in his heart, and had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the next six times were all thank you for your patronage.

The four ten consecutive draw chances were all used up, and he only had 9 merit points left. Yan Jun didn't bother to condemn this stupid lottery system, so he immediately asked.

"System, what does this 'time standstill' say?"

"Ding! The host can activate this superpower at any time and anywhere. At that time, the whole world will be in a state of complete stillness, and only the host can move freely." The mechanical voice of the system sounded in his mind.