The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Under the superimposed characteristics of the two, Jing'an's figure in the air showed a posture that was distorted to the extreme.

In the blink of an eye, his body shape has fallen to the opponent's side.

After the five fingers are joined together, and after they are clenched into a fist, the blood driven by the heart circulates rapidly, accumulating the energy to the extreme in an instant.

"Die."

Under the indifferent and indifferent sight, Jing'an's right fist tore through the frost and cold wind, and with an indomitable momentum, it slammed onto the opponent's side face.

An unreserved blow.

The skin, blood vessels, and muscles were crushed and crushed under a powerful blow. The relatively hard teeth, the cheekbones, played a little blocking role—but only for a moment.

This may be the case with the so-called smashing and tearing. With Jing'an's right fist swiping, the mysterious man in front of him was almost unable to fight back.

Even though his chin was crushed, the side of his face was squeezed and deformed, and even the scum of meat mixed with broken bones, spouted and splashed out.

The scarlet painting covered half of the cabin in an instant.

The belated heat gushes out from the wound, and the rising white mist haunts Jing'an's side, as weird and conspicuous as a ghost desperate for life.

Jing An twisted his head, looking at the hut that was so devastated that it was almost invisible.

Like a long strip of internal structure, it is divided into a rare pattern of upper and lower two levels. The lower part is used as the entrance hall and the kitchen, and it is only blocked by a simple partition. The bedrooms and warehouses on the upper floors are filled with cotton wool and furs that can keep warm.

He walked to the edge of the breach and looked out.

It was a whole piece of hut structure like a mountain. They are built close to the cliffs, like stars hanging from the horizon, connected to each other, echoing-closer, they are covered by frost, only the shape of the building can only be seen faintly. But those who are farther away can only barely see through the wind and snow, and vaguely see the yellow-black glow.

That is the aftermath of the fireplace after burning.

"It's really the same as the system said."

After sighing, Jing An turned his head and turned his gaze back to the man on the ground.

After being hit hard, the nameless man convulsed and fell to the ground. His chin was completely knocked into the air, and the tissue inside was violently penetrated, leaving only a hollow neck, and deep black red blood was constantly pouring out toward the outside.

The vocal organs have disappeared without a trace, but because it was too painful, I subconsciously wanted to scream, and in the end I could only make such a short and desperate sound.

"Hey, chuckle..."

Jing An didn't move at all. He squatted down silently, wiped the crumbs and blood from his hands back on the ‘victim’ body, then raised his head again and looked around.

He put Noel's wrapped bag on his waist again.

"Pattern, patter!"

This is because of the inability to breathe, which makes the brain's weird response to hypoxia. The man's limbs began to twitch violently, his heels and elbows hit the wooden floor unceasingly, making a viscous sound like a moist mop landing.

A sense of "it hurts when I look at it" suddenly came to Jing'an's heart.

"It's uncomfortable."

Then quickly help you out.

While muttering to herself, Jing An slowly raised her right hand, squeezed into a claw, and leaned towards the dying guy on the ground.

The second characteristic of giants, Weili.

The pale golden pupils floated up, and the mysterious touch rushed into the heart, once again raising Jing'an to the state of looking directly at everything.

Without holding back, Jing'an has completely figured out the corresponding measures.

Name, reason, source of hands-on?

These intelligence points are self-evident for Jing'an, who is still in the mist.

So…

Capture him, and then spend a whole few days to deal with this strange guy?

Such low efficiency is naturally not the best choice.

Mindful of this, Jing An simply weighed the pros and cons, and then he quickly made the final decision.

The soul quota controlled by Weili can be used on this guy.

Skip the complicated procedures such as interrogation and distinguish confession, and read information directly from the soul, which is obviously the fastest and safest method at the moment.

and.

The other party's evolutionary path also has extraordinary significance to Jing'an.

[Illusory Path, Level 2 Variation Direction—Dream Man]

Before the system was hibernated and maintained, it packed all the intelligence and information that might be involved, leaving it in Jing'an's mind. In it, all the information and content of the 18 channels are fully annotated.

"By extracting the main points of the surrounding environment, and then transforming it, it finally presents a different illusion based on reality."

There is no doubt that compared to other evolutionary pathways, this one at the moment can be said to be the most special one.

Among them, what Jing'an cares most about is that even though he only has a mutation level of 2nd level, he can already play at a certain level, no less than the domain level.

In the dreamland drawn by the mutant, everything ends up leading to the final destination—to kill the opponent until he loses his breath.

From the beginning, the simulated rain was to make Jing'an take off his clothes... so that he was directly frozen to death in reality.

Furthermore, even the group of pedestrians who seemed to be imprinted from the same Mo Zili were also lurking with murderous intentions. As long as Jing'an relaxes his vigilance and fully integrates into it, his consciousness will also be drawn and become an unconscious slave.

Just because in the dream, only the writer is the master.

I have to say that the means of this approach are indeed endless. In the first two points, Jing'an was still mentally prepared to avoid some straightforward fatal points with intuition. But in the end, it was possible to carry out the most intuitive attack by forcibly dragging.

Maybe it means... the longer you immerse yourself in the dream, the more exaggerated your opponent's abilities will be?

Recalling the other party's unbridled laughter at the last pass, Jing'an felt that her guess was already inseparable.

all in all.

This is indeed an evolutionary path that is very worthy of attention.

But thinking of this, Jing'an couldn't help but feel a little confused.

If you want pure hypnosis, why not choose a feature closer to reality to pretend?

Red rain, plains, and small town settings are too absurd.

How can one pass through the mountain stream to find another world so exaggerated?

Can't stand scrutiny at all.

What's more, the wedding banquet in the back, the response from the masses, and even the abrupt pumpkin carriage. All kinds of weird elements are mixed together, like a salty and sour creamy ice cream, which makes people feel a little confused.

Compared with the perilous abstract dreams of adults, the whole illusion is more bizarre than the dreams of children.

Based on the information retained by the system alone, Jing'an was completely unable to understand the meaning of the other party's actions.

Could it be...is this guy's personal interest?

He shook his head and put these distracting thoughts aside for the time being.

No matter what type of problem, as long as the other party's memory is read completely, they can all be revealed.

Thinking of this, Jing'an's eyes began to turn. His amber pupils pierced through the flesh and bones from top to bottom, just right to point to the other party’s most original existence...

But just after this look, Jing'an's face suddenly changed drastically.

"what happened?!"

There was a surprised exclaim, and even because he was so surprised that Jing'an was plunged into a brief chaos.

"This, this... where is this guy's soul?"