[System: You are attacked by an unknown force, and your heart will be under great pressure]

[System: Countdown 10, 9...]

The deliciousness of death continued for two points, the ritual of Longhu Mountain continued for 7 points, and Jian Jing was 10 seconds away from death.

In the first second, she shot the arrow at the right position. The bow and arrow belonged to Andre. He lost them on the life raft and she brought them up.

Although the bowstring was damp and the arrow was a little crooked, it didn't matter. The aiming card could solve these problems.

She shot the arrow accurately and saw the arrow pierce Qi Tian's chest.

In the second second, the countdown still did not disappear.

This proved that Qi Tian was not dead.

He pulled out the arrow that had pierced his heart, leaving behind a trail of blood-stained whiskers.

Qi Tian, ​​who was seriously injured again, had no power to fight back, and gave a concise order to his two subordinates: "Kill her."

In the third second, the screenwriter rushed out to stop him.

Jian Jing ignored him, climbed up the railing, jumped directly from the window, and threw herself in front of Qi Tian.

Qi Tian staggered to avoid it. At the same time, the awakened roots raised branches, like frightened snakes, and rushed towards her one after another.

Jian Jing took out her Tang sword and chopped them into several pieces neatly.

At the 4th second, the middle-aged woman took out a gun and pointed the dark muzzle at her.

The safety was not even opened, who were you trying to scare? Jian Jing stepped forward, grabbed her wrist and twisted it, and took the pistol into her own hands.

"Get out." She said in English.

The middle-aged woman hesitated, but just stepped back, not leaving.

At the 5th second, the roots came back.

Qi Tian sneered and asked, "Do you dare to blow it up this time? But there is no second boat to save you." Jian Jing

did not speak. The survivors of the show were still sleeping in the guest room. The old men and women in the room inhaled an unknown gas, as if they were clay sculptures sitting on a futon, and they were not in their right minds.

Whether it was blowing up the ship or shooting the room, it would inevitably hurt others by mistake.

Qi Tian knew she didn't dare.

So what?

At the 6th second, Jian Jing inserted the tip of the knife into the center of the root, lit the lighter with her left hand, and the flame immediately burned the long whiskers wrapped around the handle.

The root was damaged and immediately devoured the old man closest to it, turning his flesh and blood into nutrients to repair itself.

Qi Tian's voice brought out the problem, hoarse as if two pieces of sandpaper were rubbing against each other, rough and dry: "If you want to kill me, they all have to die."

"Who cares." Jian Jing did not hesitate at all and fired at the twisted roots. There

were a total of seven bullets, and she showed no mercy at all, all of them were sent to the roots.

At the 7th second, it began to desperately devour the old people around it, trying to use their vitality to repair itself.

But Jian Jing refused to give it a chance, and the Tang sword rose and fell unsteadily, cutting off all the roots that intended to be devoured.

At the 8th second, his heart felt slightly uncomfortable, as if an invisible hand was grasping the fragile organ, and the pressure from the outside world made it beat rapidly.

"It's over." Qi Tian took out the weapon hidden in the armrest of the wheelchair, and his skinny fingers were on the trigger. Jian

Jing looked back at him with a mocking expression.

Qi Tian suddenly realized that something was wrong.

At the 9th second.

His heartbeat gradually slowed down, as if he had been anestheticized. His work efficiency plummeted, and his muscles began to relax. His fingers were completely unable to hold the trigger and froze there.

The gun slipped to the ground.

Jian Jing picked up the gun and pointed it at his forehead.

There was a slight knock of teeth.

At the 10th second.

She pulled the trigger.

The bullet spun, accurately hitting his forehead, and broke out from the back of his head, bringing out some trace amounts of gunpowder and red and white brain tissue.

However, at the same time, black roots covered the wound.

Qi Tian's throat made a "ho ho" sound, but he was not dead yet: "Kill me, no, so..."

She raised the Tang sword, and the snow-white blade cut across her neck, as smooth as cutting tofu.

Blood spurted, the head flew out, and the eyes blinked quickly.

"In witchcraft culture, people who have their heads chopped off will not be resurrected." Jian Jing smiled, "Thank you for your story, it's a very good inspiration."

At the 11th second, the head rolled to the ground facing her, with a weird arc at the corner of its mouth.

Thin whiskers extended from the severed neck, and a large number of roots also grew from the body's cross section. The two twisted in the air and were tightly entangled together.

The roots retracted and pulled the head that had fallen to the ground closer to the body, surprisingly still able to maintain its life.

12 seconds.

The smile froze on the severed head, and the movement of the roots suddenly stopped.

[System: Countdown 1——]

[System: Curse lifted]

13 seconds, Qi Tian died.

On the lonely head, the eyes were wide open, as if it did not believe that it would die until the last moment. The skinny body was like a dead tree that had been burned by fire. It suddenly lost its vitality and fell to the ground fragilely.

Gray dust was raised from the ground.

The roots gradually calmed down, fell off the old man and the old woman, and curled up to the size of a fist.

Jian Jing exhaled softly.

In fact, the first arrow shot at Qi Tian was poisoned.

She was a good citizen who obeyed the rules and laws. She would never buy it herself, and the system would not give her poison.

She used the strychnine that Melanie used to poison and the curare tree stolen from the jungles of Southeast Asia. The combination of the two worked wonders.

The roots were indeed against the will of heaven, but after dealing with them several times, she had figured out how they worked.

Just like it lived in the tentacles, when the roots parasitized the human body, they repaired the skin through the blood vessels. It could not move in the muscles and bones - otherwise, the parasitic body would have been riddled with holes.

The blood vessels are its channels, and to block its repair, the blood vessels must be blocked.

The poison of the curare tree can paralyze the heart and block the blood vessels, which is just right for dealing with Qi Tian.

In addition, she was worried that Qi Tian would be sensitive to the time of the curse, so she did not extend it in advance, but just stuffed the soft candy made of the deliciousness of death in his mouth in case of emergency.

As expected, 10 seconds were not enough, and it took 3 seconds longer.

But the result was very gratifying.

Arrow wounds, poisons, and knife wounds definitely severely damaged Qi Tian. In addition, the roots were burned by fire and the branches were cut off, and the ability of the roots was greatly weakened. Finally, it was impossible to repair Qi Tian's body before death.

The immortal tree can only repair the body, not resurrect the dead.

Qi Tian's brain was destroyed, his head was cut off, and his heart was damaged. Even the Golden Immortal of Daluo could not save him here.

The curse finally disappeared completely.

Jian Jing felt relieved. Now

that the person is dead, everything will be easy.

She looked at the only middle-aged woman who was awake at the scene, and smiled at her frightened eyes: "How about a deal?"

At twelve o'clock noon, the fishing boat docked in Busan, South Korea.

The guests who had been frightened all day, and some surviving staff, finally let go of their worries when they stepped on the land.

Everyone was eager for an explanation.

But the Korean National Police Agency sent them to the hospital and blocked the news in the name of recuperation.

"Why don't you let us contact the outside world?" Raj protested fiercely, "We almost died this time, you must give us an explanation!"

The policeman assigned to the connection said: "The accident is still under investigation, please cooperate with the inspection."

"What is there to investigate? Everyone on the boat saw it, what a huge monster." Linnell said, "What you have to do is send us back, not detain us!"

Policeman: "I'm sorry, I'm just following the orders of my superiors, please don't make things difficult for us."

Everyone couldn't get to the bottom of it, so they had to ask each other.

"The fishing boat that saved us was very strange," said Park Min-chul. "From the crew's tone, they didn't sound like seafarers."

Kojima Wataru: "Is there something wrong with the boat?"

"No, the boat is a fishing boat, but the crew may not be."

Park Min-chul showed the sharpness of a frontline reporter and pondered, "When I first boarded the ship, I asked the crew to borrow a cell phone so I could call my family, but he said he didn't bring any and refused. I was tired and hungry at the time, so I didn't take it seriously. Now that I think about it, it doesn't seem quite right."

Kojima Wataru also said, "Indeed, if the satellite phone could get through, they should have called for help right away. Why did the director crew bring the phone with them when they boarded the ship?"

They all noticed the unreasonableness, but couldn't think of a reasonable explanation for the moment.

At this time, Li Kangna suddenly said: "Have you ever seen a movie where the captain hired people to attack his own ship in order to defraud high insurance?"

"I have an impression, but there is no reason for the program team to do this." Wu Lie said, "I heard from the staff that the ratings of this episode are very impressive, so they don't have to do this."

The air was silent.

After a while, Terauchi Kumiko said: "Maybe I am too suspicious. When I got off the ship, I always felt that the number of crew members was much less."

She was always careful, and everyone did not think she was suspicious. Instead, they tried to recall: "Yes, there were not many people left. Did they get off the ship before us?"

This... doesn't make sense, right?

Even for the sake of confidentiality, the first thing to control is them, the survivors. How could the unrelated crew members be controlled before them?

Unless they are more important.

Kojima Wataru was silent for a while and asked, "Has any of you seen Jian Sang?"

Jiang Baiyan: "No, Jingjing didn't come with us."

Kojima Wataru was nervous: "She was taken away? Nothing will happen to her, right?"

"Nothing will happen to us, and Jingjing will be fine too." Jiang Baiyan said calmly, "She may have gone to check the problem you mentioned."

Another silence.

Park Minzhe walked to the window and saw that there were guards outside, so he had to say, "There is no other way now, but don't worry too much. The live broadcast has just ended, and our personal safety should be guaranteed."

According to the schedule, the recording of the program has not ended, and there will be a celebration dinner tonight. The whole world is paying attention to them, and the Korean authorities dare not go too far.

Especially since this is an American program.

Everyone was convinced and went back to their wards to rest.

Soon after, the nurse came to draw blood and did a general physical examination.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, someone brought everyone's personal belongings.

Park Min-cheol checked the luggage and, as expected, everything in the portable camera had been deleted.

"Why did you delete my video?" he questioned the other party.

The security guard did not answer this question.

At six o'clock, dinner was delivered, a typical Korean cuisine.

At 8:30 in the evening, Jian Jing came back.

The guests surrounded her and asked with concern: "What happened?"

Jian Jing said: "Water pollution caused marine life to mutate, and secret experiments with the military caused the experimental products to escape and collide with our cruise ship. Which one do you want to believe?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Both contain a lot of information.

Liu Xiuzhi asked: "Does marine pollution refer to nuclear waste pollution?"

Ishikawa Keito reacted strongly: "Don't talk nonsense, the discharged sewage has been treated."

"Everyone knows what's going on." Raj shrugged.

Andre: "I think the US military base is doing experiments, they have always been like this."

Li Kangna said cautiously: "This is an international issue."

But some people are not fooled. Park Minzhe motioned her to the side to talk: "Ms. Jian, please answer me honestly, is this related to 3Q Group?"

Jian Jing looked at the reporter and asked curiously: "Why are you asking about 3Q Group?"

"To be honest, what happened this time feels very familiar to me." Park Min-cheol hesitated, chose to trust his intuition, and told her, "A similar thing happened 20 years ago. In recent years, the scandals of 3Q Group have never stopped. I heard that their president is related to a certain sect."

Jian Jing did not answer but asked, "Do you know the Xin Ye Hui?"

Park Min-cheol nodded slightly, "It was a very famous sect in the past. Many senior leaders were believers. Later, I don't know why it suddenly disappeared."

Jian Jing thought for a while, and said, "It's not appropriate to discuss this matter now. Contact each other later." Park Min

-cheol understood and stopped talking.

He left, and Kojima Wataru came again.

"Mr. Jian, are you hiding something from us?" He went straight to the point, "The two answers you gave don't seem to be the truth."

Jian Jing looked at him and sighed softly.