The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

It's not just a simple description. In Jing'an's perception, the sky and the earth have lost their boundaries at this time, seeming to melt steel and iron together, turning them into silver water that is inseparable from each other.

The sense of direction lost its due role at this time.

Fortunately, such an upside-down and strange feeling does not last long. Before Jing'an's consciousness showed a clear sense of confusion, his consciousness rose from the chaos until it returned to a normal state.

The control of the limbs has also returned to control.

Open your eyes and get up.

There was a creaking sound of the bed board, like a bell in the evening, breaking the silence.

It was still a dim yellow oil lamp, and there was still some body temperature left on the bed sheet underneath. The surrounding facilities have also not changed the slightest. It seems that all the abnormalities are just the illusion of Jing'an.

However, some of the differences on the bright side also made Jing'an unable to ignore.

The bag of Knoll and Lemmings should have been left, but the inside was empty at this time. Jing An looked carefully, but couldn't find any traces at all.

"It's gone..."

While whispering to herself, Jing An raised her eyelids and looked towards the bedding on the ground.

The old popsicle that was supposed to lie next to him was gone.

In order to make it easier for the dog to lie down, the bedding arranged into a fluffy appearance is still laying on the ground, but the old popsicle has completely disappeared.

Jing An got up from the bed, and then walked slowly to the front of the bedding, and slightly attached himself. Under the dim yellow oil lamp, although the lighting effect is very limited, Jing'an still found an interesting thing.

He stretched out his hand, raised the cluster of yellow and white things above his head, and finally reflected it under the oil lamp, so that he could see more clearly.

"Dog hair from the old popsicle?"

The traces are still there, but the Lord is nowhere to be found.

Jing'an turned around, he looked around the furnishings, and found no obvious secret passages or hidden rooms. Afterwards, he walked to the door of the room, his gaze staying on the door lock that was still in the latched state.

The door is still closed.

If the old popsicle wants to go out, then this door is inevitable, and it will definitely be opened.

But what it looks like right now... Obviously, the door has not been tossed.

So.

Did the old popsicle evaporate out of thin air?

A slightly thoughtful expression appeared on Jing'an's face, and he turned around and picked up the oil lamp on the desk. Then he went back to the door again, stretched out his hand, and slowly pushed it away.

After the squeak, Jing An came to the corridor. He stepped forward and placed the oil lamp in front of him to illuminate the rusty door lock.

After some fiddling, he pushed the door in and saw the same loneliness-Aisha was gone, except for the burning oil lamp on the desk and the rucksack that he had always carried with him.

It's gone.

The current situation can't even be described with simple and weird words.

It seemed that the entire world had left behind a man named Jing'an in an instant. He couldn't find a trace of life in this space, even if it was a fly or a flea.

But at this moment, there was a clear expression on Jing'an's face.

It is no exaggeration to say that from waking up to the strange phenomenon now, all the abnormalities and weirdness are almost as he expected.

It's just that the specific content is correct, and the final round of verification is needed.

Lowering his head, Jing'an caught a glimpse of the delicate pocket watch placed on her chest. The time direction above fully complied with the most basic object principles, and at this time, she gave Jing'an vital information.

"From the rest to the present, it's only ten minutes."

A thoughtful expression appeared on his face, and then he turned around. Follow the dim yellow light in your hand, all the way through the corridor to the hall.

The door that is not locked opens as soon as it is pushed.

Fluttering...

The flying snow was almost full of collision with Jing'an. The white fine snow dancing all over the sky is like a majestic mountain peak, blending with the surrounding environment, and turning into a uniquely impeccable scenery in the northern border.

While walking down the steps, Jing'an brought the door lock with his backhand. The oil lamp in his hand had lost its illuminating role at this time, and was also placed in the corner of the door.

Exactly the same scenery, but there is an indescribable strange smell.

It's too quiet.

Except for the sound of the wind and snow falling to the ground, or hitting the wooden boards or the frosted glass, Jing'an could no longer catch any other movements.

Looking up, the bungalows are all brightly lit. Jing An stepped forward and moved his head to the front of the frosted glass, only then could he see the scene inside.

No one.

But despite this, the fireplace is also burning, like dry wood that has just been thrown in, the orange-red cluster of fire twists irregular curves, trying to radiate the greatest degree of heat.

"……I understand."

There was a clear look in Jing'an's eyes.

But before he continued to piece together some more in-depth clues, there was a sudden violent tingling sensation on the back of his head.

Such an abrupt and vivid touch is undoubtedly a permanent ability to perceive danger.

who is it? What direction is the attack? Thoughts like this flooded into his mind, causing Jing'an to pause for a moment.

However, the body has already made a relatively rapid response before the brain.

Bullet time, five times the speed.

Applying force from the shoulders, with the muscles above the neck, forcibly twisting his head to the side to achieve the ultimate goal of dodge.

Whoosh!

It was a fast and ruthless black shadow, like a predator that had been gathering for a long time, with swift and manic power contained in a single blow. At this time, it just slashed across Jing'an's left cheek, breaking the skin. The meat brought out a small series of blood beads.

Afterwards, the black shadow slammed on the wooden wall in front of Jing'an.

The wooden articles were broken and crushed at this time, and finally turned into fine yellow powder and slag. Under the violent impact, they splashed around, making an astonishing loud noise.

Snapped! ! !

Reacting in time, Jing An, who was not affected too much, immediately turned over and avoided the flying ash dust in front of him. His figure flipped over an exaggerated arc in the air, and when he landed again, the golden pupil in his eye socket was deeply imprinted in it.

"Sure enough, it's you."

The other party raised his brows, obviously surprised by Jing'an's attitude.

"you know me?"

"Of course, it's just that you may not recognize me, but I remember your face."

After all... the one who was killed by me once.

The person standing behind Jing'an was the mutant whose jaw was blown by a punch at noon the day before yesterday.