The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

After instructing one person and one dog, Jing An turned back to her room. He clamped some short-handled and concealed weapons between his sleeves, then turned back to the door of the room, and clamped a black hair that had just been pulled from the old popsicle on the door lock.

Look up and down to make sure there are no dead ends. After handling all the affairs, Jing An went straight through the corridor until he pushed the door of the hut open.

The cold and warm intersect at this moment, and the biting cold wind rushed in, but it did not bring the slightest impact on Jing'an. After closing the gate, Jing'an was alert to the surroundings while walking quickly in the expected direction.

It is not a purposeless sloshing.

In contrast, Jing'an has a clear destination at this time.

Crossing the avenue full of people, staggered in the bungalow area full of people. Jing'an walked all the way to the depths of the settlement, until he came to a slightly abrupt boundary.

It was a small chapel that was separated between residential and commercial buildings. The layout of only more than ten meters wide at the front and back looks very simple. However, due to the undulating terrain, it has risen several meters out of thin air, which is quite impressive.

Since you can't find clues from the residents, then adjust your thinking and try to find out in other ways. For example...faith.

Derived from the memory of Jing'an's previous life, he himself is not interested in these weird things. However, under the premise that any clues now point to a dead end, he can only try to go through other directions to find the pieces that can piece together the secret.

If you still can't find a clue, then forget it.

After all, time is limited to until tonight.

Thinking of this, Jing'an stood in front of this small church and stopped to watch without saying a word.

Church buildings that seem to be like this are actually the most common in the northern regions. Unlike the atmosphere in the south, in the bitter cold of the north, many residents are more willing to believe in the existence of gods.

Feixue is an eternal anger.

Chunyang is a gift that is rare in a century.

Such extreme weather and performance can be understood through artificial explanations and can be enshrined. And this is the normal behavior of people living in the north.

It's just that... the locals who have lived in this cliff pass for a long time don't seem to believe in this statement.

I asked Aisha to ask Jasmine on her behalf, which was actually about the distribution of local churches.

"Is there only this one."

If there is an altar dedicated to a certain deity, then you will feel a little sad for your own desolation... Jing'an looked around two times, trying to see some famous halls from the outside of the building, and finally But you can only see the circle of frost and snow that has been frozen into transparent ice crystals hanging on the edge of the eaves, and a few evergreen undefeated willow pine.

And while Jing'an continued to observe, suddenly, the wooden door in front of him was pushed a little and a half open.

First, a thin black wooden stick came out from the dim door. Although the kerosene lamp was dim, it also illuminated the right hand holding the lamp.

Wrinkled, rough skin is as dry and thin as a century-old tree. The white inner sleeves curled up, making the thin wrists more slender. Washed until it was slightly decolorized, and the wrinkled black wide sleeves were wrapped around the outermost. The solemn and quiet pure black finally did not make the old man look too thin.

"Oh, why is there anyone outside?"

It was an old face commensurate with the hands, loose skin, lips that were sunken because of missing teeth, and silver hair that seemed to blend in with the background, and... a pair of azure blue, but slightly Cloudy eyes. She seemed a little surprised, so she turned her wrist subconsciously and moved the lantern in front of the two of them.

"Is it a homeless ronin? It's so pitiful... Come in quickly, there are still hot soup left in the morning, and a stove that just started burning."

...It seems that there has been some subtle misunderstanding.

"No, I am not a tramp."

After subconsciously responding, Jing An was startled to realize a problem-what he just said could be Southern Common.

"Oh, that's really embarrassing. I misunderstood you, sir."

Surprisingly, the two have no communication barriers.

Jing An couldn't help but raised his eyebrows. He kept looking at the old woman in front of him, but he couldn't understand what the other person was thinking.

"Hehe, don't look at me like this. When I was young, I also lived in the South. The city-state is rich in materials, and it is indeed much more comfortable than the poor northern border."

Having said this, the old woman's eyelids were slightly bent, and in those turbid blue eyes, an inexplicable smile became more and more obvious after brewing several times.

"Standing outside, no matter how strong people are, they won't be able to withstand the cold. Young people, are you interested in coming in and taking a look?"

With that, the old woman shrank half of her body toward the room. Only the long pole with the kerosene lamp remained outside, like a bait for deep-sea fish, swaying in the wind continuously, making a sour creak.

Do you want to go in?

Just a simple exchange, Jing'an also noticed a slight strangeness, it seems that this old woman is different from the usual residents.

In her hands, Jing'an may be able to obtain some unexpected information.

A slight sense of subtlety floated from Jing'an's heart.

After hesitating for a moment, he made a decision. Jing An stepped forward slowly and chose to accept this abrupt invitation.

As Jing'an walked into the church, the heavy door closed. The footprints symbolizing the traces were also covered by the snow in the sky, and were soon covered until they disappeared without a trace.

It's like... no one has been here before.

The two of them walked through the deep corridor, and in the hollow corridor, it seemed that the deliberately processed floor was not only slippery, but the thick soles stepped on it, and it also made an unusually exaggerated noise.

"Are there any believers coming here?"

"Not many. After all, the residents of Cliff Pass don't believe in these weird things."

No priest has ever described himself like this.

Jing'an couldn't help but glanced at the old woman more.

But the other party has been walking in the depths all the time. Her steps are light and slow. Compared with the heavy and muffled movements of Jing'an, her footsteps are like dragonflies and water, with only a few crisp movements. .

"The number of businessmen is increasing. The abundance and novelty brought by the South are enough to make many young people realize. There are more colorful places in this world, and they don't have to continue to suffer in this poor place. "

"There is no need to believe in the will of Agatha the Great."

It's this name again.

Following the lights in the hands of the old woman, Jing An constantly looked at the surrounding murals with the twisted light projected from the ground glass above her head.

In his opinion, this is not the layout of a normal church.

The flying unicorn, the one-eyed stout ogre, the illusory misty ice monster, and the weird evolutionary beast. These characters will only appear in the fairy tales. At this time, they are all engraved on In the corridors on both sides, left behind mysterious and weird traces.