The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

She knelt on the ground and said with a trembling towards Jing'an.

"We have no relatives here. If we exclude food and accommodation from one month's income, there are only a handful of bottle caps left."

"We don't even have the money to see a doctor. We have been living in the room since the beginning of winter, and sometimes we have to endure the harassment of this old man..."

Like a canine, it showed a weak abdomen to the strong, but it caused Jing'an's brows to wrinkle slightly unconsciously.

It's too real.

Although repeated in my heart, everything that appears in this cliff pass may be an illusion closer to reality. But even so, he couldn't ignore the distinctive and individual personality in front of him.

Obviously he is a weird guy with no soul, but why is there such a detailed identity setting?

In contrast, the combination of the previous town and the pumpkin cart is like the gap between graffiti and sketch.

According to the information left by the system, although the phantom pathway can indeed reach this point, the cost of maintaining such a meticulous dream state is not at all affordable by ordinary mutants.

Jing'an's complexion was as usual, and after a little contemplation, he quickly gave up thinking-rather than analyzing these clueless features, it is more appropriate to focus on the work at hand.

"Please, please..."

The words of pleading were suppressed by the sudden action.

Jing'an stepped forward and grabbed Jasmine who was kneeling on the ground. His face was covered by a cloth towel, and there was no mood swing at all.

The intense sense of crisis went from bottom to top, instantly infecting Jasmine's body into a shock of coldness. Her lips trembled, as if she was about to make the final scream to warn others in the tavern-but it hadn't been brewed, and she had been hit on the back of the neck by Jing'an.

Under a moderate impact, blood circulation is instantly blocked. The coma caused by the lack of oxygen in the brain surged like a tide, and Jasmine's consciousness was submerged in an instant.

The limp body was encircled by Jing'an, he looked around, and when he stretched out his hand, he pulled a piece of dried bacon hanging from the top of his head. Skim off these marinated meat pieces that are as hard as a stone, and a thick and greasy twine is already in hand.

Regardless of the greasy grease, Jing An simply gestured twice before binding it to her body. Thanks to Jasmine's small size, Jing An curled it up into a ball, and finally hung it firmly on her chest.

It's like a koala with its cubs.

After making preparations, footsteps aside also sounded in due course. Accompanied by a short cry, an overly cheerful meaning came from outside the door. Listening carefully, it was the other maid who had already turned back.

"Jasmine! Guess what I got?! The hand cream that is popular in the South! The frostbite on your hand can be saved. You know, the shelf life of this thing is not long, I only spent three bottle caps from the caravan I bought it in my hand!"

She pushed the door and entered, but all she saw was a boss lying on the stove top.

"Mo... Li?"

No one responded.

In the whole room, there was only one side of the window that had been half-opened, and at this time a cold wind was slowly blowing from it, bringing piercing chills.

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What should I do now?

Without systematic and clear guidance, Jing'an must make plans for its next actions.

Fortunately, as early as during the cross-screen negotiations with Jasmine, Jing'an had already begun to make appropriate plans-the most trouble-free way was naturally to return through the same way, so as to round with the old popsicle and Aisha. But although this idea seemed good, Jasmine wrapped around his chest was a big resistance when he wanted to climb the steep cliff.

After all, it is not an easy task to hug a group of living people weighing nearly a hundred catties, no matter how you think about it.

The surging thoughts were entangled, but in the end they were sorted out one by one by Jing'an, until a clear plan came to mind.

"Time is precious. If we don't find out more information now, it will only make the situation more complicated later."

To say not to worry about those two guys... This must be a lie. The situation at the cliff pass is unexpectedly complicated. If it is not necessary, it is naturally better to stay as far away as possible.

What's more, taking advantage of this opportunity, Jing'an still has some things that must be investigated clearly.

For example... How does the communication method of the cliff pass and the filing of preventing foreign invasions work?

While the opponent has no mutants to participate in the defense, Jing'an can rely on her own extraordinary power to obtain more intelligence content.

After finalizing the plan, Jing'an no longer hesitated. His legs exerted force in an instant, and the muscles of his whole body were tightened and swelled at the same time, until it started to turn red slightly and there was a slight heat.

The giant's heart is running at full speed.

In the state of full power, Jing'an had no intention of covering his whereabouts. His figure dashed across the avenue, and soon attracted the attention of many passers-by and locals.

"A stranger has entered the town!"

As this piece of information was confirmed and diffused, melodious horns sounded from all over the place, until it became a piece after another.

The whole town seemed to be awakened in an instant, and sleepy passers-by returned home, but after a while, they walked out. The faces of these residents holding steel forks and shotguns were solemn, and at this time they showed a cautious appearance as if they were facing an enemy.

A little serious atmosphere began to spread in the air, and one after another shouts also began to sound around Jing'an. As he looked around, he chose a flatter path to allow him to better observe the environment.

The advantage of the mutant is fully demonstrated at this moment.

Just want to avoid bullets, Jing'an doesn't even need to use bullet time.

At the same time, Jing'an also seized this opportunity to quietly stun a few sturdy northern men. After several investigations, their bodies were also empty.

They are all soulless individuals.

Burying this information deep in her heart, Jing An put down the middle-aged man who was still in a coma in her hands. He raised his head slightly, turned his ears, and tried to understand the weird horn sound in his own way.

"Is it possible to achieve a relatively simple information exchange through different lengths of playing sounds..."

In the absence of relatively suitable remote communication, it is obviously a very efficient performance to be able to do this. At the same time, Jing'an also took this opportunity to get a rough sense of the scope of the entire cliff pass.

The settlement built on the cliffs, the whole presents a serpentine and tortuous shape like the body of a snake. With a total length of about tens of miles in the front and back, the outposts and small residential areas are distributed in blocks, so that the entire settlement can maintain a certain degree of communication, and it will not be completely blocked.

The geographical distribution with great memory points is also one of the unique features.

Under such an environment where the mountains and snow were flying, it helped Jing'an play a role of shelter. Looking for invaders on this large piece of frozen soil is undoubtedly an exaggerated waste like finding a needle in a haystack under the violent storm and snow almost ten meters away.

However, Jing'an did not relax in the slightest.

After all, no one is a fool.

Under the premise of knowingly wasting energy, the only reason to mobilize manpower to round up...that is, the other party must have unknown means.

If you want to continue to explore, the information obtained is of higher natural value. But at the same time, the risks are gradually increasing.

Are the benefits and payouts equal?