Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

Chapter One Hundred And Ninety-Three The Grief Is Greater Than The Death Of The Heart!

Tonight, there are bound to be countless people who can't sleep through the night.

At this moment, tens of millions of people in Jiangcheng City, as well as hundreds of millions of netizens on the Internet are still kept in the dark, not knowing the news that Yan Jun is still alive.

Originally, at the gate of Jiangcheng Central Hospital, many people at the scene and netizens thought that something had changed when they saw the forensic doctor hurried downstairs to find Zhou Ke.

But after waiting for a long time, in the end, only the scene where Zhou Ke drove away from the hospital without saying a word.

From the expression on Zhou Ke's face, it seems that nothing exciting happened.

Therefore, many citizens and netizens are disheartened.

Thousands of people who gathered at the hospital gate to see Yan Jun off also left one after another with heavy hearts.

Yan Jun's death was undoubtedly a huge blow to them, and many people lost the courage and belief to live tenaciously in an instant.

After all, if Yan Jun is alive, those unfortunate people who trigger the omen of death can hope to get his help to break the three-day death curse.

But right now...

No matter who the god of death targets in the future, he will surely die!

Among all living beings, not everyone has the unbeatable luck and superpower of predicting death like Yan Jun.

Once the god of death comes, anyone will have no choice but to lie down and die.

After thinking of this layer, everyone's heart is extremely heavy.

Perhaps, this is the sadness that is greater than the death of the heart.

at this time.

An extremely unusual scene appeared in Yan Jun's live room.

The number of people online shows about 500 million, but no one in the live broadcast room swiped gifts or sent barrage.

These 500 million viewers silently stayed in the live broadcast room, and they didn't even bother to type and send the barrage.

One can imagine how sad and desperate so many netizens who regard Yan Jun as their spiritual beliefs are at the moment.

...

Jiangcheng City, on the road.

A black Mercedes-Benz sedan was parked on the side of the road.

After a while.

The glass of the cab was rolled down, a hand holding a cigarette rested on the window, and the car was filled with smoke.

It didn't take long.

The cigarette in his hand was wet with the drizzle from the sky.

Ning Zhiguo pulled out a tissue, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and threw half of the cigarette out of the car window, sitting in the car in a daze.

As the richest man in Jiangcheng, he started his own business at a young age, and he has experienced countless setbacks and storms in the past few decades.

But compared with what happened today, those previous blows and pains are nothing at all.

Yan Jun is dead!

It was only four days from when he triggered the omen of death and was sent to Safe Room No. 9, to when he was struck to death by lightning after making a deal with the God of Death tonight.

But in just four days, he used his magical ability to help his precious daughter Ning Xue break the curse of death, thus avoiding the fate of being harvested by the god of death.

This kindness...

Ning Zhiguo knew in his heart that he would never have the chance to repay.

Heaven is jealous of Yingcai... No!

It is the god of death that is not benevolent, and treats all living beings as a dog!

Damn god of death! Do you really want to exterminate human beings?

thought here.

Ning Zhiguo's eyes with faint tears suddenly turned red, and his face was full of anger.

Before I knew it, three minutes passed.

Ning Zhiguo's mood calmed down a little, thinking that his precious daughter cried and fainted after seeing Yan Jun was struck by lightning.

next moment.

Ning Zhiguo slowly exhaled a breath of foul breath, then started the car and drove in the direction of his villa.

He was sad, but his basic rationality was still there, and he was able to control his emotions, driving the vehicle slowly and steadily on the road.

"Ding ding ding..."

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Ning Zhiguo subconsciously released the accelerator, grasped the steering wheel with one hand, and took out his phone from his pocket with the other.

After looking at the caller ID, Ning Zhiguo's body trembled and his pupils contracted suddenly.

Yan Jun!

It turned out to be Yan Jun calling!

how can that be? !

On second thought, this should be the staff of the Shenwei Bureau who found Yan Jun's mobile phone while sorting out his belongings, and then contacted him by the way.

Ning Zhiguo's frowning brows slowly loosened, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. He pressed the answer button while thinking about what the Shenwei Bureau might need to do for Yan Jun.

"Hello? Who is it?" Ning Zhiguo clenched the steering wheel with one hand and put the phone to his ear with the other.

next second.

From the other end of the phone came a voice that almost made Ning Zhiguo's soul fly away.

"Hey, Ning Uncle, I'm Yan Jun."

In an instant!

Ning Zhiguo's eyes widened in vain, his heartbeat suddenly choked, his whole body froze as if struck by lightning, with a ghostly expression on his face.

Yan Jun?

Yan Jun! !

This voice... seems to be really Yan Jun's! !

boom! ! !

A loud bang suddenly sounded in the ear.

Ning Zhiguo leaned forward abruptly and slammed his head into the airbag that popped out of the steering wheel.

In an instant, Ning Zhiguo was covered in cold sweat.

Only then did he realize that the vehicle had shifted direction in the few seconds he was distracted and hit a telephone pole on the side of the road.

Fortunately, the speed of the car was not fast, and with the protection of the airbag, I was not injured, but the brain suddenly suffered such a degree of impact, and I was groggy for a while.

"Uncle Ning! What's wrong with you? What happened?"

"Uncle Ning? Uncle Ning?!"

Ning Zhiguo's phone was tightly held in his hand, and Yan Jun's urgent voice soon came.

Hearing Yan Jun's voice again, Ning Zhiguo was so excited that he couldn't care about anything else, and quickly asked in a trembling voice, "Yan... Yan Jun... is that you?"

"It's me!" Yan Jun on the other end of the phone continued to ask, "Uncle Ning, what happened to you?"

"I'm fine I'm fine!"

Ning Zhiguo still couldn't believe that Yan Jun was still alive, and asked nervously: "Yan Jun, really...is it really you? Are you still alive?"

The voice fell.

After a few seconds, Yan Jun on the other side said word by word, "Uncle Ning, it's really me!"

It's Yan Jun's voice!

Definitely Yan Jun's voice!

In an instant, a storm surged in Ning Zhiguo's heart, and one couldn't hold back the tears of joy. Because of his excitement, the hand holding the phone trembled violently, and his voice was full of weeping.

"Great!"

"Yan Jun, you're not dead, that's great!!"

"But...but I clearly saw you...I saw that your body was taken to the hospital by Captain Zhou..."

Ning Zhiguo suddenly thought of a possibility, that is, Yan Jun was not killed by lightning at all. After the 'body' was sent to the hospital, the forensic doctor found it still alive, and was rescued by the hospital.

This also explains why the forensic doctor hurriedly went downstairs to find Zhou Ke.

Guessing is guessing, he still wants to hear Yan Jun explain everything that happened not long ago, so that he can be completely relieved.

However, Yan Jun on the other end of the phone deliberately diverted the topic.

"Uncle Ning, this is a long story, where are you now?"