Among these contestants who are about to face death are good people, kind people, and hypocrites; there are old people, young people, men, and women.
Some of them joined the competition on a whim, while others had been preparing for a long time and were just waiting for the competition.
But in the face of death.
They are no different.
Seeing that Yan Jiu, sitting in the car, had fallen silent.
System: [Indeed, this world is never short of accidents and sorrow.]
It has been with many hosts.
Some people use the system to rise above others, while others stop at nothing to achieve their goals.
I've never met someone as contradictory as Yan Jiu.
Sometimes their indifferent observation is chilling, and sometimes they feel so compassionate that they will voluntarily share their lifespan.
Is this the kind of personality a person should have?
It both liked and feared Yan Jiu.
The system doesn't know if Yan Jiu will pay attention, but regardless, it will use its insights to guide Yan Jiu.
But then they discovered...
Yan Jiu found each of those people's IDs and followed them one by one.
System: [Host?]
Yan Jiu's eyes were indifferent. She was not a saint who could see the suffering of the people, but she was even less of a god who could not save so many people or save all living beings.
She cannot intervene to stop the contestants.
Let's not even talk about whether anyone believes it.
If she stopped it.
Things will certainly not go as she wishes; those destined to die will still die according to the will of fate.
Yan Jiu could only draw a talisman to reduce the severity of the internal and external injuries of the injured.
The disaster struck so suddenly that she couldn't interfere much.
Yan Jiu was silent for a moment.
It's just a lament about the impermanence of life.
May these people find a good place in the underworld.
Since the marathon livestream was broadcast by the media, Yan Jiu was unable to comment, and only left a private message to the media saying "Be careful."
Put down your phone after you've finished following.
Yan Jiu had no idea that the person behind the media almost fell off their chair in fright after seeing her comment.
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A media company in Beihai.
"What's wrong with Mr. Yin?"
The secretary, carrying a folder, knocked on the door and found Mr. Yin, who was sweating profusely, inside the office.
She wondered if the air conditioning was set too low.
She saw Mr. Yin hurriedly urging her to make a phone call to contact the person in charge of the autumn marathon.
The secretary was puzzled.
But she still obediently did as she was told.
"Mr. Yin, the call didn't go through."
President Yin remained silent.
He walked to the French windows and remembered his younger brother's words: Yin Yizhou had once pushed Yan Jiu to him.
Ask their company to help with promotion.
At the time, he only thought Yan Jiu was an unknown streamer. But after he read about Yan Jiu's deeds and came into contact with idealism, he realized how outrageous Yan Jiu was.
Mr. Yin was glad that he had no dealings with anyone.
Yan Jiu won't pay attention to it.
Just now, the Cyberspace Administration told him that they had found a strange private message and wanted him to take a look.
Look at the ID.
The nine small characters, "Take care, no need to see him off, one-stop funeral service," almost made him die on the spot!
President Yin frowned deeply.
When someone draws attention and becomes cautious.
We can only place our hopes on that slim chance.
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