The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

The setting sun sinks, and after the twilight falls, the wind and sand in the sky become a breathtaking ‘monster’. Losing the warmth of the sun, the ice-cold sand dust hitting the skin one by one, sucking her body temperature non-stop.

The ruined city of Changfeng is not just a name.

Located under a high slope, the entire ruined city is pierced by a never-ending gust of wind. It can blow people into dried meat during the day, and freeze them into dried corpses at night.

Under such a drastic temperature difference, if it is an ordinary person who is unprepared, he will fall coldly in the ruins within a few hours-thinking of this, Jing An can't help but tighten the wrapper around her body.

Under the prompt of the system, all the troubles caused by the environment will be easily solved.

He even bought a whole piece of cashmere cotton quilt for the old popsicle, and wrapped up the half-human dog.

"System, where are we now?"

[Hint: After analysis, it has not been out of the scope of Changfeng Ruin City. After eight hours of movement, the Red Flame Red Python just moved from the center to the other edge]

[Judging from the action trajectory, the situation of the red python is not ideal. It seems to have temporarily abandoned its hunting plan, and wants to rest for a while to restore its state]

"He wants to rest... Is there no way to harass it?"

[Analysis... It is recommended that the host choose to guard, and the effect of active harassment will not be too obvious. At the same time, if the red python is angered, the possibility of the host's death on the spot is as high as 94%]

Jing'an couldn't help slowing down upon hearing this. He looked forward, but only saw the endless flying sand and the darkness in the sky.

However, relying on the system's prompts, he understood that a two-story ruined building nearly 800 meters away was Red Python's foothold today.

A little unwilling flashed in Jing'an's eyes, but finally gave up the plan reluctantly.

Still not strong enough, even the red pythons that deal with such injuries have such a high mortality rate.

In order not to reveal their whereabouts, one person and one dog dare to stay far behind. And under the cover of the wind and sand, the nose of the old popsicle is not very good at this time-between breathing, the sky full of yellow sand will flood into the respiratory tract, no dog would like this environment.

Fortunately, under the lock-in of the system, Jing'an would not completely lose sight of the target.

He looked around, and after a while he picked out a half-collapsed bungalow, and walked over with the old popsicle cautiously.

In the area near the edge, the surrounding ruined buildings also appear sparse. Obviously, in the subsequent operations, there are not many natural shelters that can help Jing'an cover her body.

If we follow up tomorrow, it seems that we have to follow a bit more loosely...

"Old popsicle, let's take a break."

The old popsicle on the side stopped in good time, and it even opened its mouth and hit Hache. A pair of clever dog eyes looked up and down at Jing'an and exhaled a mouthful of moist heating.

"Woo..."

[Translation: Give me something to eat, I'm exhausted]

A whole piece of biscuit was compressed into a brick-like biscuit, which was held in a paper bag after being opened, mixed with a little drinking water.

Jingan crushed it and stirred it until it swelled into a paste, and placed it in front of the old popsicle.

"Eat it."

The old popsicle did not have the habit of picky eaters. It fell down and immediately buried its head in the pile of scorpion-the torment of blood scorpion toxins, coupled with the constant tracking, it was already very hungry.

Jing'an slowly chewed the dry rations, and looked out the dim window with a slight low tone.

"Today...thank you."

"Wang."

[Translation: You’re welcome, I’ll just have a long snack next time]

Jing'an laughed blankly, and he reached out and touched the greasy head of the old popsicle.

"Do you want to think about it and go now?"

The gorging movement couldn't help but stop, the old popsicle raised his head, his beard and nostrils were full of yellow paste, and his eyes filled with a strange smell.

"call."

[Translation: Why is it so sudden? 】

Jing'an touched the back of her head, weighed the words, and slowly confided in her heart.

"As you can see, my next actions will only become more and more dangerous. As smart as you, you will not fail to understand."

There is no need to say anything, the huge body of the red flame red python has already surfaced in the mind of the old popsicle. It shrank its head subconsciously, pressed its ears back, and finally paralyzed into a pair of airplane ears.

"Woo..."

[Translation: I'm curious, what on earth do you want to do? 】

It is indeed extremely rare for a dog to ask these words.

"To save people, to be stronger, to..."

Jing'an pursed her lips, and said in one last word.

"In order to allow me to do more."

Thinking back to those faces that had been distorted because of the pain, his teeth were closed and his complexion was solemn.

Jing'an never thought it was a perfect world.

The ubiquitous radiant energy, the manic and huge mutant beast, squeezed and deprived the city-state.

Despite being a human for two lives, Jing'an should have become more slick and even more mature. But for such a distorted and desperate world, he still couldn't adapt.

If the strength is stronger, if you can go further...

Maybe Knoll won't get sick, and the two kind and peaceful old people don't have to suffer from illness.

"I want to change many, many people and things, and these all require great power."

The old popsicle licked the paste in his nostrils and tilted his head-although it can communicate with people, it involves a deeper level of humanistic concepts... Obviously, it can't understand these.

"Wow!"

[I don’t quite understand what you are talking about, but I don’t hate it, I like the feeling of running outside]

Is it a way of thinking that emphasizes both instinct and wisdom...

Jing'an leaned back against the side wall, looked up and down the old popsicles, and continued with a smile.

"Then continue working together for a while. I was a little worried. I thought that letting you live outside might not last for two days, but now it seems that I think too much."

Not only can they escape from the blood under the hands of the blood scorpion and the red python, but they can even help others in a critical moment. The ease of use may be a bit exaggerated, but at least it proves that the old popsicles are by no means idlers.

At least, the current Jing'an can't do this at all.

"Working under my hands is too awkward."

The old popsicle didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and stuffed his long face in the mush under him.

[Hint: Action analysis-old popsicles don’t care about these]

[Hint: For a hunting dog, it is his instinct to cooperate with people. If you want to re-tame the wild wolf-like nature, it takes several years of stocking life.]

Jing An couldn't help but sighed, leaning back against the broken side wall, and slowly closing his eyes.

"The system increases the alert range to two hundred meters. If there is an obvious hostile intrusion, it will wake me up immediately."

[Reminder: understand, the alert range has been adjusted]

The detection of the system is omni-directional, which is completely reassuring. After that, Jing'an's consciousness began to blur and fell into a deep sleep.

...

[Detected group movement, analysis...The host is not the target of the attack, the routes do not overlap]

[Choose to ignore]

Losing consciousness, Jing'an didn't notice this abnormality, only the old popsicle in the dark night pricked up his ears, but in the end he remained unmoved.

No words for a night.

When the sun shines through the ruins in the early morning, it is cut, and the blocked beam suddenly becomes mottled and fragmented. At this time, it is shining on Jing'an's body of different sizes.

Its daybreak.

The biting chill receded like a tide, and gusts of wind with hot sand poured in from the gap, awakening Jing'an from sleep.

"Is the temperature difference so exaggerated..."

Just as the sun rises and the sun sets, there are obvious changes in the somatosensory temperature difference. Jing'an took off her windproof and warm jacket while looking around.

The old popsicle's body is more sensitive than Jing'an. It wobbled its tail and stood in the gap and looked out.

"Wow!"

Even without a systematic translation, Jing'an felt the excitement of the former.

A few steps forward, after paralleling with the old popsicles, Jing'an couldn't help showing a look of surprise at the "spectacle" in front of her—under her feet was a whole residential bungalow area. After extending outward, there was a vaguely discernible road. .

With this severely corroded two-way convection lane as the boundary, I saw a group of strange-looking monsters crouching outside a building.

"This is... a monkey?"

Jing'an's eyes were slightly narrowed, and he carefully looked at the monsters who were close to their height, covered with yellow bristles and bulging muscles.

Hundreds of monkeys surrounded the ruins of a two-story building, scratching their heads.

The twittering is not an exaggeration. In fact, if it is not because of the wind vent, it may be mistaken for the sound of deformed wind.

[Hint: Sand monkeys are mutated and evolved beasts that travel in groups. In order to adapt to the environment, sand monkeys have extremely strong physical functions, which also causes them to have extreme sensitivity to blood and various fluids]

Jing An nodded secretly, Dang even understood the reason.

A small half of his head was slashed open by a sandworm. Without the action of external force, the red python could not heal overnight. He rubbed his chin silently and asked quietly.

"Are they all attracted by snake blood...System, how strong is the sand monkey?"

[In the analysis... the strength of individual sand monkeys will only be stronger than ordinary people. Because of the difference between body muscle and body density, sand monkeys are more likely to highlight their body shape. The stronger the sand monkeys in appearance, the higher their social status, and they will also be powerful competitors for the patriarch.]

It's just a bit stronger than ordinary people.

Jing'an keenly grasped this important information, but he still had time to diverge his thoughts. One person and one dog saw a sand monkey that was elevated and more than two meters tall suddenly jumped up from the group of monkeys.

"Karma! Wow quack!"

[Translation: hunting, blood, flesh, opportunity for evolution]

I don't know if the systematic translation is too straightforward, or because Sand Monkey's language ability is unexpectedly lacking. Just as this seemingly leader of the sand monkey was mobilizing, a vague red light flashed away.

It was like a giant steel beast moving at high speed, hitting the sand monkey blocking the road without any pause. It wasn't until most of the body was exposed to the first sun that the monkeys reacted, screaming or roaring.

"Out."

In Jing'an's solemn expression, the red python slightly raised his neck, an undulating arc bulged from his throat, and then slipped down, until it disappeared into the flat snake body.

The seemingly majestic Sand Monkey leader died just like that.