I am your natural enemy

Wen Yan slept until the sun set, and when he felt the yang energy waning and the yin energy starting to rise, Wen Yan opened his eyes.

Although this routine was a bit zombie-like, Wen Yan felt very energetic. At night, he was more energetic than during the day.

Wen Yan stretched his body and staggered towards the camp illuminated by the lights.

When he arrived, he saw the professor drinking mutton soup with a crispy baked biscuit in his hand.

Wen Yan was not polite. After sitting down, he also asked for a bowl of mutton soup. The local mutton was quite good, and it felt like two different species from the mutton in Nanwu County.

Wen Yan couldn't help but grinning as he saw the professor eating.

"Professor, you just woke up a while ago, right?"

"Yeah." The professor was busy eating mutton soup, and he responded, rarely speaking.

Wen Yan's mutton soup was also served. He stopped talking and started eating it while it was hot. The local mutton chili oil was quite fragrant, not spicy, but very fragrant. It was very friendly to people who couldn't eat spicy food but still wanted to eat it.

Mutton was sandwiched between sesame cakes and eaten. The sesame cakes were broken into pieces and soaked in mutton soup. A large bowl of mutton soup was eaten together with the meat and soup. It was a little sweaty and refreshing.

It was just right to eat until 70% full.

Leaning back on the chair to digest the food, Wen Yan saw that the professor's eyes were bright and energetic, and he immediately knew that this was also the time when the professor was in the best condition.

The professor couldn't help laughing when he saw Wen Yan's appearance.

"What are you thinking of?"

"I think I really need to read books and study hard. I can understand some books if I read them slowly, but my efficiency is definitely not as good as someone guiding me.

I just want to ask the professor to see how I can make this more efficient and more suitable for me.

I figured it out myself. If I follow the university courses, there will be no problem.

But the parts I need to use and the path I need to take are definitely different from those of normal college students.

If I follow the normal courses, I will waste a lot of time."

"You want me to help you plan a suitable learning route?"

"Yes, yes, that's it." Wen Yan raised his right hand and showed the Water Official Talisman for Jie Evil: "This is the God-given treasure talisman I got last year. I can't practice Taoism, and I can't follow the normal development route. But if I want to use some things and make them work, I must learn meteorology."

Wen Yan roughly explained his needs.

It doesn't require proficiency, or even a score of 70 or 80 on the exam. It's enough to understand the answers with explanations.

The courses should be shortened as much as possible and the time spent should be as short as possible.

The professor listened to Wen Yan's request, thought for a while, turned on the computer, and then found a bunch of university course arrangements.

"If you are not in a hurry, I will give it to you tomorrow. I will ask someone. I don't know much about meteorology.

But I understand your needs and will arrange it for you later."

"Okay, thank you professor."

Wen Yan was satisfied. He read the book, but he felt that it was not enough.

If you ask ordinary scholars, the other party may not consider the actual situation of professionals and give the most efficient study plan.

When he was about to talk about other things, Wen Yan thought of Li Linlin again, and his expression suddenly tightened.

He remembered that Li Linlin's professional ability required a foundation of knowledge, and mathematics was one of the core.

This is actually the culprit that limited Li Linlin's performance, and it is also the main reason why people in Europe really believe that Li Linlin has no potential.

Because this thing is really useless even if you force people to death.

Wen Yan hurriedly asked another question.

"I don't need to learn math, right?"

"Don't worry, you don't need to learn math for your needs." The professor said confidently.

He knew very well what math meant to Wen Yan.

He also knew that it was impossible for Wen Yan to learn math.

Wen Yan relaxed instantly.

"Professor, I have something else to ask you. These people are trying so hard to get that big zombie to do it. What are they trying to do? I can't guess."

"What else can they want? They want his life, not his strength. His rank is not low, and his strength is good, but not the best. There is no need to pay such a high price."

"Hey, professor, do you know everything?"

"My authority is higher than yours, my knowledge authority is higher than the director of the headquarters, and my suggestion authority is at the same level as your director of the headquarters. I just don't have the actual command authority and management authority."

"Awesome." Wen Yan said concisely.

"Someone must want the power of the locust monster. Those powers do not come from a locust monster.

They are the last little charm left by the locust monsters that have had the opportunity to advance to the locust god in the past generations.

These charms are transformed into ordinary locusts after the death of those locust monsters.

When locusts gather into a plague, their unique CYP305M2 gene is activated.

Then the locusts will convert the phenylalanine in their bodies into a chemical substance, phenylacetaldehyde oxime, which is quickly hydrolyzed into the toxic substance phenylacetonitrile.

The natural enemies of locusts have a strong repulsion to this thing. If it is useless, the locusts will produce a highly toxic compound, hydrocyanic acid.

The little accumulated charm should be integrated into this system.

When a locust plague occurs, it will be activated.

It's just that I don't know what accident happened at the time, and those powers fell into the body of the big zombie.

Even if the big zombie is killed, it will only make those powers free and dissipate again.

It is only possible that it will be revived in the body of a locust monster in the next locust plague.

But similarly, the power was locked in the body of the big zombie before, which means that the big zombie actually has the opportunity to become a god.

But those powers themselves are actually unconscious divine charm, not completely controlled by the big zombie.

It is just like you brought the big zombie here and regarded it as a coffin to bury those powers.

Use the ritual to pull the momentum of man conquering nature that has accumulated here for decades, and send it away in one wave.

If there are suitable conditions, there may also be someone who can use those powers and make a concerted effort to condense something that only true gods have.

And no matter what you do, whether it is positive or negative, you need the cooperation of the big zombie.

This must be the reason why the person who is making trouble is willing to discuss it with the big zombie.

The previous trace of divine charm power is actually very important, and it may be a trigger for some people.

You use it to transform into this place and transform it into the local vitality and spiritual charm, and others can naturally use it in other places. "

Wen Yan listened thoughtfully, and said before that the alternative plan given by those people was to leave Shenzhou.

It is impossible around Shenzhou, and Shenzhou will not allow it.

And there are only two places that may be able to use this power.

One is Europe, and the other is Robin.

The church in Europe, as well as various deep-rooted and long-standing dark creatures, various black wizards and so on, have a deep foundation, and there may be some messy methods that can be used.

As for Robin, not to mention that after the God Act was issued, there are gods resurrected there. , various god sects are openly bubbling, operating their sect activities, which is also a unique one.

In Wen Yan's opinion, these two directions are highly suspicious, and both may have the ability of the relevant direction, and if they know, they will definitely have a strong desire.

After chatting with the professor for a while, I had a general idea in my mind. I saw the rotten face big zombie carrying a hoe in one hand and a drilling machine in the other, following people to the distance.

Wen Yan strode up, the rotten face big zombie's face had been repaired, but it looked like there was a big yellow-brown spot that was not very good.

"What are you going to do?"

"To farm!" The rotten face big zombie grinned like a fool, and seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Do you want to stay here?"

"Well, stay here first, I'll help you, I like it here very much, okay?"

"Of course no problem, I'll file it for you later. "

Looking at the rotten face and the big stiff body, but the steps were brisk, Wen Yan was also very happy for him.

Okay, if you want to stay, stay. It's always a good thing to have more guys who are stronger than the bull.

Wen Yan stayed here for one night, and he left and returned to Decheng at dawn the next day.

The professor stayed here for one more day, inspected the subsequent changes, made records, and waited to see the changes in a few months.

This time there was no hurry, the professor took the car and left, and had to go back to Helan Mountain to continue the work that had not been completed before.

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The data given by Wen Yan are very helpful for his work and can greatly speed up his work efficiency.

The driver drove the car and took him out for more than an hour. When he saw that the car was not far from the cross-river bridge, it was getting slower and slower, and finally stopped slowly.

"Xiao Wang? "The professor shouted, but the driver didn't respond and just stood there motionless.

The professor tilted his head slightly and looked at the driver through the rearview mirror.

The driver's eyes were empty, his pupils shrank, and his expression was dull. It was obvious that he was no longer conscious.

The professor didn't rush to do anything. He looked out of the car. It was already dark outside.

The professor took out his cell phone and saw that it had no signal.

He reached out and patted the driver on the shoulder.

The driver, with empty eyes, slowly turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Professor, I have heard of you for a long time. There are some things I want to ask you. I have no choice but to use this method. Please forgive me."

Hearing this, the professor's mouth slowly showed a smile.

"Ask whatever you want to ask. I can tell you as long as I know it."

"Professor, please get out of the car. "

The professor looked outside the car, opened the door, got out, and stopped at an intersection.

The roads in the four directions, in his eyes, all had a twisted and weird feeling. It was obvious that they were not the original roads, and the directions they led to were no longer normal.

At the four corners of the intersection, each stood a huge figure of two meters and five meters tall, wearing a tattered hooded cloak.

There was no feeling of heat around, it was as cold as the middle of the night in the desert.

"Professor, we want to know, what do you know?" The driver, with an expressionless face and empty eyes, got out of the car and continued to ask questions.

The professor reached out and touched his glasses.

"Professor, I advise you not to take off your glasses. It will be more friendly to all of us. "

"It seems that you know a lot of things..."

The professor nodded, not surprised, but the next moment, he began to talk.

"I know a lot of things..."

After he said a few words, a trace of fluctuation appeared in the driver's empty eyes, and the expressionless face began to jump wildly.

"Impossible, you didn't even take off your glasses..."

The driver reached out his hand and tried to grab the professor, but tears and blood flowed from his eyes, and everything he saw began to distort.

The professor's voice in his ears was like countless voices overlapping, but he could understand every word normally.

Knowledge was stuffed into his head.

At the four corners of the intersection, the four cloaked men standing there also covered their heads in pain.

They wanted to attack, but at the moment of attack, they could no longer control their own strength normally, and one of them suddenly exploded.

With a bang, it exploded into powder, leaving only an old piece of armor falling to the ground.

The professor stood there, motionless, as if he was teaching, constantly spitting out a series of information from his mouth, and the language changed into seven or eight kinds.

In the end, the language even became weird, so weird that it didn't look like any language now.

With the professor's words that ordinary people couldn't understand, the surrounding darkness was filled with panic.

The guys hiding in the darkness, who might be trying to wait and see if they can take advantage of the opportunity to get something, wailed, screamed, and laughed wildly one after another...

The noisy sounds soon disappeared in the darkness.

And at the four corners of the intersection, four tall figures had all fallen to the ground.

Their bodies twisted and disappeared, leaving only four worn-out armor parts.

And the driver, with tears of blood, knelt on the ground, his expression twisted, motionless.

At the same time, more than a hundred kilometers away from here.

In the yard of a farmhouse, a young man in his twenties, with tears of blood in his eyes, a twisted expression, and a crazy look, ran around the yard crazily.

Four or five people nearby couldn't hold him down.

He laughed wildly, cried, and rushed into the charcoal stove, buried his head, and when he was pulled up, his face was burned.

But he was still crying and laughing and shouting.

"Ha...hahahaha...I saw it, I learned it, I'm going to become a god..."

After crying for a few minutes, the young man who was held down by several people stopped moving.

There was a deathly silence for a long time, and then someone whispered.

"He's crazy, his soul is crazy, crazy..."

...

At the intersection, the professor stopped with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

He looked at the driver who had fainted, helped the driver up, checked him, and found that he was not in danger of life.

The professor adjusted his glasses.

Obviously, his habitual action was still recorded.

Some idiots thought they had found a common ground and thought that he needed to take off his glasses every time he taught.

Of course, he didn't deny it.

He didn't deny it just to make his colleagues and students who worked with him on weekdays feel at ease.

In fact, is teaching so inconvenient?

The professor stood at the intersection and sighed.

"What a pity. I finally get to teach him happily.

This person has poor qualifications, a dull mind, poor psychological quality, insufficient perseverance, and poor tolerance.

The same thing, I talked to Wen Yan for a whole night, and he could use it as a refresher."