Fairyland, big problem

tons tons tons.

After drinking the drinking water in the kettle, Wen Jiu's face was full of displeasure.

The concentration of tyrannical toxin is too high, every time the kettle is opened, the drinking water inside will be polluted.

At present, the red chain is connected to the three Alola gophers, which are immune to poisonous damage. The problem is that the taste of the food in the mouth has changed.

Every time it is opened, the tyrannical toxin will dissolve in the water along the mouth of the bottle, causing the drinking water to taste worse and worse.

It's just a touch of bitterness at first, followed by industrial spiciness.

It is really tormenting.

It is no wonder that more than a month after the end of the Yadan Canyon mission, the Yanling city group has not made much progress in the research on the tyrannical forest.

You can't scare the snakes, and you have to find the source in such a large forest area, and you have to beware of the sudden demonization of the investigators.

Pasha, pasha.

The sound of dragging footsteps was accompanied by the sound of branches and leaves being stripped.

Wen Jiu realized that there was something walking nearby, and the sound was ordinary feet, ordinary shoes treading the ground, and the strange feeling was that it was very procrastinating.

If the dark hunter explored to the current depth, the opponent's skills would not be too bad, how could he move forward so rashly.

"How about the ball mushroom?"

The 0.2-meter-high Aiya ball mushroom is very concealable, and the top cover is a classic red and white Pokeball pattern. No one in this world knows it, so it is a more colorful big mushroom.

[Director, someone is walking ahead. 】

Oops, the thick roots of the ball mushroom poked out its head to spy, and the elf summoned by the dream shared the effect of the mirror, and there was a figure walking ahead through the fog.

[Principal, that person's back is facing us. 】

"OK."

Wen Jiu controlled his breathing and looked outside.

Less than three meters away, there was a humanoid body wrapped in a yellow-green camouflage one-piece airtight suit, carrying a large bag and a brown bottle in the shape of a fire extinguisher on its back.

"This is... the protective gear of the investigation team.

"

For the time being, I don't know what kind of protective gear Mu Xinghe will give. Wen Jiu only knows that according to the information seen by the Tianma City Strategy Branch, the Yanling city group had a set of protective gear, which is exactly the case.

The one-piece protective clothing isolates the tyrannical toxins from contact with the skin, and the facial equipment is generally a gas mask.

In addition to the mouth and nose, the eyes are also the weak point for the tyrannical toxin to directly enter the body.

As for the two fire extinguisher tanks on the back, they are of course oxygen cylinders, which are used together with filtered air.

Also because of the cross-use with the air of concern, the battery life of the oxygen cylinder can be greatly extended.

Wen Jiu hesitated, not sure if the man's nerves were infected by the magic colony.

Even if it was normal, the sudden appearance of a dark sober with only conventional field equipment would frighten him.

"Let's retreat first."

【oops! 】

Just as he was about to avoid it, he heard a "bang", and the compressed gas cylinder carried by the investigator in front fell to the ground. This kind of cylinder is made of special high-strength material, very light, and the sound of landing is not loud.

The compressed gas cylinder was lost, and the investigator didn't even look back, and continued to walk deeper into the poisonous fog leisurely.

In the tyrannical and toxin-rich forest, ordinary people would not be able to survive if there were no long-term poison immunity conditions.

Without the compressed gas cylinders, the Sower of Darkness needs to use psionic energy to remove the tyrannical toxins in the body and the surface of the body all the time, which is a heavy load.

Shouldn't you be carefree after dropping an oxygen bottle? Even if it's an empty bottle, you can take it off manually anyway, what's the operation if it just slides off?

The compressed gas cylinder fell strangely, and Wen Jiu knew that there was something wrong with that person.

Stepping to keep a distance, Wen Jiu picked up a medium-sized stone and threw it, hitting the investigators' shoulders accurately.

The man stopped, slowly returned half of his body, stood there for a long time and then slowly turned his body, apparently planning to move on.

The situation is too weird. As an investigator, the sense of crisis cannot be so weak.

Most importantly, from the side view, the man did not have a mask.

The mask is designed to be tightly connected with the protective clothing, and it will not fall off under normal conditions.

Wen Jiu had a feeling in his heart, and guessed that it might be a human being who had been deeply infected by the tyrannical toxin, which meant something like a walking dead.

Throw another pebble.

Boom!

The stone half the size of a fist hit the other side staggering for a while.

The man turned around completely, still walking slowly, and after a few steps, he stood still and glanced around dully.

Contrasting directly, Wen Jiu saw the man's face clearly, a maroon-purple festered face seemed to have been hit by something, and the facial features were somewhat distorted.

The masks were missing, and there were signs of violent tearing at the joints of the protective clothing.

This state of lifeless, walking without any signs of life is a bit like a biochemical movie.

According to the information that Wen Jiu had, the Sower of Darkness, who was demonized by the tyrannical toxin, was like this.

After the mania of the deteriorating period, it becomes an evil thing completely. Before seeing the prey, it is such an ordinary zombie mode, locking on humans or other living things, and then attacking madly.

[Oh, this is good. 】

Wen Jiu was still thinking about how to do research, alas, Ball Mushroom had the guts to run over and pull back the backpack that was about to fall.

"The little guy is bold!"

[But the director's food is almost finished, here it is. 】

Entering the tyrannical forest, when there is no steel-type or poison-type elves to synchronize, Wen Jiu's body is resisting toxins all the time, with a lot of exercise and a lot of food consumption.

It is estimated that 40% of the food for three days will be consumed in this half day.

It can also be regarded as Wen Jiu's bad habit, eat when you are hungry, and save a little if you don't understand.

Oops, the ball mushroom can be seen in the eyes, keep it in mind, and use the spirit of RPG players to find survival materials from the dungeon.

Open the zombie's backpack, there is a lot of water and food in it.

Officially produced, sealed in place, it can be used as a supplement.

In addition to life-sustaining food, there are three sets of standard explosives and cold weapons in the backpack.

Roar--

The demonized Dark Soulsman showed the madness that the evil in the tyrannical forest should have, smashed the tree trunk with one palm, and pounced on Wen Jiu.

"Protect supplies!"

Turning around and handing the new backpack to the ball mushroom to take away, Wen Jiu, who was half squatting, put one foot on the ground, swung his waist, and kicked his legs horizontally using the inertia of the rotation, and the feet swept towards the zombie's head.

A dull impact came out, and the zombie shrank its neck while Wen Jiu made a kicking motion.

Clench a fist with one hand and put it on the side face, protect the head with the arm in a "V" shape, block the kick with a reasonable force structure, and buckle Wen Jiu's calf with the other hand, pushing forward with force.

The parry and counterattack in the fighting stance is already about to make Wen Jiu fall, and then overwhelm the pursuer.

bang——

Level 39, a mid-level evil spirit of the ordinary department, full of strength.

Wen Jiu, who lost his balance, simply lay back, his back slammed against the abnormally grown thick plant roots, resisting the moment when the evil spirits pounced down, protruding the cursed shovel in his hand.

The evil spirit wanted to retreat and dodge, so Wen Jiu exerted force with his legs, grabbed the evil spirit's retreating momentum, and slashed the head of the shovel hard into the opponent's front door.

"Sorry, former companion, you don't want to become an evil thing, I'll give you a ride!"

Just as he was about to chop off his head with a shovel, he saw a shocking air burst from the surface of the evil spirit's body.

Wen Jiu was so shocked that he retreated three meters away.

"It didn't take long for the evil to materialize, and I have already completed the understanding of turning the magic formula into a magic spell..."