Wei Zixu's true infection rate is not the superficial 50, but far exceeds 80.

In other words, she has the risk of suddenly becoming a dead person at every moment.

Compared to others, she is indeed the one who needs inhibitors more.

The first mission reward is one bottle, and Wen Liuru, as a newcomer who entered the war zone for the first time, also has one bottle.

It is natural for Wei Zixu to give the bottle in front, but the bottle in the back...

Wei Yan looked at Wen Liuru with some embarrassment, and did not dare to reply to Wei Zixu without authorization.

"Give it, this is our all inhibitor." Wen Liuru handed the two bottles of inhibitor to Wei Zixu without hesitation, without any displeasure.

Wei Zixu nodded gratefully and quickly left with two bottles of inhibitor medicine.

Seeing Wei Zixu, who was only concerned about medicine and without any strange eyes, left, Wei Yan couldn't help feeling itchy.

He was afraid that Wei Zixu would say something that shouldn't be said, or to fight for something like before.

But when Wei Yan saw that Wei Zixu really didn't care about him at all.

However, what Wei Yan didn't know was that his little emotions that he thought he was hiding were all in sight by Wen Liuru on the side. Even Song Yanxin, who was seeing them off, looked at them a few more with interest.

Sometimes, there are no clouds in the sky, only the lonely wind that floats by.

...

Although the Dark Mountains are also the territory of the Deathful Person, their terrain is much more complex than the Lost Plains.

Therefore, Wei Yan and Wen Liuru’s map in their hands are not so accurate.

Especially when it comes to the remotest places, the map almost completely loses its function.

On the contrary, Wei Yan had to take the job of surveying and mapping - this was a special task that Song Yanxin attached to him before leaving.

"Wei Yan, the first time I found out that you are actually quite careful and considerate." Wen Liuru put her hands behind her back and smiled around Wei Yan, as if she was in a good mood.

"You are just a lover's eyes." Wei Yan quickly recorded the surrounding markers and complained objectively and calmly.

"Who is Xi Shi?"

"It's nothing, let's go quickly. According to the mission requirements, we have to go to Atlas to find the target first, and he will tell us the whereabouts of the Golden Apple."

Looking at the information in his hand, Wei Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't know where to start complaining.

However, the person who has a joint this time should be more smooth.

After subconsciously setting a flag for himself, Wei Yan and Wen Liuru walked carefully in the jungle.

It is easy to encounter high-level deadly thoughts in this position. Although Wen Liuru has grown a lot, he is only a first-class curse apprentice. Even if Wei Yan, a magician with a different sword, it is difficult to fight against high-level deadly thoughts.

However, the key to this stealth mission is not combat effectiveness, but rather escape ability.

No matter how strong an individual is, it is limited. If you take action in such a place, it is easy to expose your position and attract other people who die.

Therefore, all three curse seals condense Wei Yan, who is not a combat-type curse, is indeed the most suitable candidate for this task.

However, the longer the time, the greater the risk of exposure of the two.

When Wei Yan groped and finally found the target place, a strong breath of dead thought was staring at them coldly.

Wei Yan's expression changed and he made a gesture to Wen Liuru.

Wen Liuru nodded and quietly moved Wei Yan's right side, preparing to launch an attack with Wei Yan, one left and one right at the same time.

If such a person who is deadly at the target point, the person who is connected cannot arrive.

Therefore, it must be cleared!

"You are here too slowly." Just as Wei Yan was about to take the initiative, the deadly thought suddenly turned into a human form, revealing a familiar face.

"Is it you?" Although I don't know Fang Xu's name, I have seen it at least.

Wei Yan looked at Fang Xu with confusion, not quite understanding why he appeared here.

"This is what Dean Song wants, which is the so-called golden apple." After Fang Xu's identity appeared, he quickly returned to the form of a dead minder, leaving only his head and maintaining the image of a human being. At the same time, he threw a pack of things to Wei Yan.

"What is this?" Wei Yan opened the package curiously, but saw a bunch of high-quality crystals.

“These are…”

"Director Song will understand, you don't need to know. By the way, these thought crystals cannot be received in the magic ring." After saying that, Fang Xu's whole body turned into the appearance of a dead thought-taking person and quickly left.

Wei Yan frowned slightly and didn't say anything.

He didn't understand what this state of switching back and forth between a person and a person who thought of death means. He only knew that the aura of a person who thought of death on Fang Xu was getting stronger and stronger.

"He is a transcendent." Wen Liuru looked at Fang Xu's back as he was leaving and explained in a low voice.

"Superior? What is that?" Wei Yan asked curiously.

Wen Liuru hesitated for a moment and spoke slowly:

"As the name suggests, the so-called transcendent is a person who has surpassed the limit, that is, a person whose infection exceeds 100% of the standard chant, but who can still remain sober."

"Then what's going on when he can transform into a dead minder? Even his breath is the same." Before he finished speaking, Wei Yan was stunned.

If the infection rate reaches 100%, it is the standard chantist. So where is the difference between them and humans?

In other words, is the distinction between humans and dead minders a physical definition or a cognitive definition?

"Wei Yan?" Hearing Wen Liuru's shout, Wei Yan finished his thoughts and squeezed out a smile: "It's okay, let's talk while walking."

"As for why he can become a dead minder, I don't know this. It may be the research result of President Song."

"Research results?" Hearing this, Wei Yan moved and asked curiously: "Song Yanxin, do you still know about research?"

"Don't you know this..." Wen Liuru looked at Wei Yan helplessly and whispered:

"Director Song is the strongest expert in research on deadly thoughts in Lin'an. She is in charge of all test research related to deadly thoughts in Lin'an."

"She has this ability?" Wei Yan was stunned when he heard this, unable to believe it.

In his perception, isn’t Song Yanxin just a slut who is idle every day in the office reading magazines?

No, not right.

That was just an illusion displayed on Song Yanxin's surface.

She is a complete madman.

He took the risk of dismantling the most important spell cannon in Lin'an City Defense, and set up a trap of misfortune-level spells at this weakest time, attracting a large number of outsiders and spell masters as bait, and took this opportunity to eliminate the spell witch of the Deadly Recitation.

Later, he used himself as bait to destroy Camilla's Legion of Death Thinkers.

This is a lunatic, inhuman, indifferent and ruthless madman.

Thinking of this, Wei Yan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and suddenly began to worry about this action, and regretted bringing Wen Liuru with him.

Although Song Yanxin kept saying that this time was just an ordinary task, her character was not worth believing.

Could it be that this time it is another trap?
Chapter completed!