The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Father, mother.

Warm fireplace, hot soup, and hot fire roasted venison.

A dream full of human touch was awakened by the warmth on her face. Aisha woke up at this moment, and she happened to see the long face of the old popsicle.

"...Big dog? What's wrong."

Relying on the coat of the old popsicle, Aisha didn't feel the slightest chill all night, as warm as a thick quilt on her body.

"Wake up? You are really hard to find. I almost rummaged the hills around here."

A familiar voice came from the side, making Aisha's eye rubbing motion stop. She raised her head in astonishment, and she passed the old popsicle's head with her dim gaze.

"Sir! You are finally back!"

Jing'an nodded slightly, and after a simple gesture, he began to look at this small cave that was more than two meters high.

"The opening is facing downwards, the wind and snow can't even blow in, and the depth is limited, so that some ferocious beasts are not hidden... It is indeed a good place to stay, is it the old popsicle?"

"Woo~"

The old popsicle shook his tail and arched the embarrassed Aisha with his nose.

"Did you find it?"

I have to say that Jing'an was a little surprised.

"It's just a little knowledge. When I was young, my father liked to take me out hunting. It is very common to spend the night on this kind of frozen soil."

"And guys like frozen rats and lynx will create holes on the ground or in the crevices of the mountains. Most of the places they choose are warm places that can be backed by the air outlet. Just put some thoughts on them. Can find a ready-made foothold."

After speaking, Aisha turned to his side, revealing a pile of leg bones that had been chewed and turned white but had become brittle right now.

"This place was supposed to be a nest of frozen rats, but I don't know when it should migrate out."

The knowledge of survival in the wild was unexpectedly abundant, and Jing An couldn't help but glance at Aisha more.

"Yes, well done."

A warm place to stay is better than a cold wind blowing outside all night.

In fact, if it weren't for the traces left by the old popsicles, Jingan wouldn't even be able to find a hiding place for these two guys.

Aisha lowered her head shyly, and two unnatural blushes flew on her face.

After all... there are not many opportunities for Mr. to praise.

Turning back from the cliff pass and returning to the platform to find the whereabouts of Aisha and the old popsicle, the whole journey took less than an hour. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jing'an also roughly calculated the direction of time—things that were not suitable for storage can provide some information at this time.

The cabbage that you carry around can also chew a little sweetness.

So... it's no more than 2 days before and after.

Jing'an let out a long sigh of relief. He sat down on the side of the old popsicle, groping for food and clean water from his bag.

"Spent all night, get hungry. Come over to eat and replenish your strength."

Most of Aisha's parcel contained daily necessities, and Jing'an carried food and water personally.

The old popsicle...Although it will find a way to fill its stomach, it is also an act of eating a meal without taking a meal.

"Thank you, sir."

"Woo~"

Taking advantage of the eating process, Jing'an briefly asked about the actions of both parties yesterday.

The old popsicle went around along the cliff for several times, until dusk was approaching, and he couldn't find any other way to go up the mountain.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Without the support of the system, Jing'an reluctantly analyzed the ups and downs in the tone of the old popsicle, and finally tried to say in a summary.

"At the passage leading to the cliff pass, do you feel some uncomfortable smell?"

The old popsicle kept nodding his head, and the big ruddy tongue that half spit out made him look even more silly.

Jing'an silently touched the old popsicle's head, and secretly thought about the growth rate of this guy-it was a tunnel that was only found behind Jing'an, but it could accurately perceive the sense of crisis inside. act rashly.

"Detective specialization..."

Although the progress of the old popsicles is not obvious, it cannot be ignored either. If there is still a system in the body at this time, Jing'an will naturally have to explore it carefully.

Compared with the old popsicle, Aisha's behavior is much simpler. She followed her family's knowledge points for survival in the wasteland and found a place to stay in the crevices of the mountains.

In order to ensure that no accident happened, she turned back again, returned to the platform, and waited until she met the old popsicle before exploring the situation in the cave together.

After knowing this, Jing An nodded gently.

"It's done well. Under the premise that the situation is unknown, this is indeed a correct solution."

Both guys are the type that can make people worry-free, which also allows Jing'an to not have to worry about the logistics situation.

After simply filling their stomachs, one person and one dog raised their heads and cast inquiring glances towards Jing'an.

They were obviously more concerned about what Jing'an did than themselves.

There was no news all night.

"I know what you are thinking about, so... I'll make a long story short."

He briefly described his own experience, and the unmodified words were flat and straightforward, but despite this, the ability and strength of the mutant also made Aisha show a surprised expression.

In fact, this is also the first time Jing'an has confessed to Aisha the existence of mutants.

"That's the general content. In fact, I didn't want to tell you about these things... But some accidents happened at the cliff pass. This made me have to make some changes and make some proper preparations for future actions."

A mutant without a soul.

What does this mean? Even Jing'an has no bottom in her heart.

It is the nature of all living things to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and naturally, even mutants are no exception. Since it is a prerequisite for the general direction, there is no plan to amend it for the time being, then...

It is the most straightforward solution to find ways to improve the hard power so as to be able to deal with various emergencies.

Jing An paused slightly, his eyes flickering, and his tone became a little dull.

"Aisha, do you want to be a mutant?"

"……Uh?"

For a moment, Aisha even thought she had auditory hallucinations.

She stood up hurriedly, flushed her face while flapping the hem of her clothes, and said repeatedly.

"First, sir! You... this, is this too sudden?"

Although the old popsicle on the side didn't make a sound, he tilted his head toward Jing'an at this time, and raised a pair of airplane ears.

"It's not sudden at all."

Let Aisha become a mutant, not a sudden thought by Jing'an.

The old ice lolly is not suitable for evolving to improve its hard power. The system's previous evaluations for it are also based on stocking, so that it can be free to play.

In contrast, it can immediately become a combat power, and only Aisha is left for him.

"Your personality is not a particularly strong type, so you are not suitable for being an offensive mutant. But when it comes to observation and analysis, I think you are very talented."

It just so happens that Jing'an also has a rare material in hand.

"The Path of Sense."

"After mastering this evolutionary path, you will be able to communicate with all creatures and thus obtain all kinds of intelligence. For example, you and the old popsicle, if you are a mutant, you can even understand it instantly by making eye contact. the meaning of."

Jing An briefly explained the concept of classification to Aisha, and then continued.

"As long as you agree, I can use a special method to allow you to bypass the first-level mutation and directly become a second-level mutation."

This method is not mature, but in the reserved information of the system, the success rate is still as high as about 90%, and it is almost impossible to fail.

At the same time, what Jing'an is most concerned about is the brain-based communication in Jiangyue's characteristics-if Aisha can inherit it perfectly, then the big problem of communication will be solved.

It will also be a great help for follow-up actions.

But despite this, Jing'an is still reluctant to speak more.

There is no need to persuade too much, because the final decision is still Aisha herself. Too much interference with other people's thinking is not Jing'an's style.

"me……"

Aisha moaned her lips, her hands squeezed by her sides couldn't help but tighten the corners of her clothes. Because of her nervousness, her little face that even started to turn pale was trembling, and she couldn't hold back a complete sentence for a long time.

"Don't be nervous, just follow your heart and say the clearest decision."

With Jing'an's encouragement, Aisha reluctantly adjusted her mentality, a tangled look appeared on her face, and finally said to Jing'an slowly.

"Yes, sorry, sir..."

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point in an instant.

The old popsicle opened his mouth pretending to be Hache, so that his head could avoid the sight of the two of them-even it felt a little embarrassment.

Without the courage to answer positively, one can only decline in this way.

Aisha's eye sockets began to glow with red circles, but after a while, two crystal clear arcs slipped from her face.

Above the frozen ground, gunshots, brains and red blood.

The seemingly unrelated things are intertwined in an instant, like a spinning thread, depicting a series of frightening scrolls. She recalled the ruthless predator and the boy next door who was brutally shot and killed, even corpses in the wilderness.

Life is so fragile that it cannot withstand the slightest wave of waves.

She is not without the concept of the ability of the mutant, and even in Jing'an's description, she has a more intuitive feeling.

This is far sharper than guns, sharp claws, and sharp teeth. It is an absolute power that can only be possessed as a minority of protesters.

This is the power that can influence the lives of others.

The power of life and death was too remote for her, so that when it was placed in front of her, it even made Aisha feel a little absurd in her heart.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shudder.

"I never thought that I could become a powerful man like my husband. I just want to complete the agreement with you, and then return to my hometown to find a way to make Hu Jingcheng rebuild his settlement."

Simple and plain desire.

But it is also the voice of Aisha.

It seems that Aisha hates her weakness, her hands are intertwined in front of her, because of too much effort, so that the knuckles began to turn white.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The nose and tears were mixed together, and the tense nerves broke at this time. Aisha's emotions instantly formed a state of collapse, and her tear glands were destroyed.

Her head twitched slightly, but Jing An comforted her caress.

The expected cynicism did not come, instead, it was a voice that seemed to be soothing.

"I see. Don't blame yourself, Aisha."

Aisha lifted her head, but she happened to see Jing'an's somewhat lonely expression-not because of disappointment, or the appearance of failing expectations.

It's that he didn't realize the real intention of the other party.

"Not everyone will accept this lifestyle, I think too much."

He paused briefly, then continued.

"Feel sorry."

A slight tingling sensation came from Aisha's chest. She trembled and opened her mouth, seeming to want to argue something. But the conversation rushed to the mouth, but in the end it turned into a cry again.

"Sorry, sorry, sir..."

Jing An silently patted her shoulder, turned around slowly, and began to pack up her backpack.

Now that the matter has been concluded, there is no point in continuing the discussion.

After tidying up, Jing'an needs to continue to turn her attention back and start preparing for the next move.

"From now on, I will take a short break, and we will set off in about half an hour. After crossing the cliff pass, we will try to find the next footing before the sun sets."

Strictly speaking, the cliff pass can be used as a foothold tonight. But... Jingan didn't dare to stay at night in that ghost place.

He watched several rooms by the way before turning back, but no one responded at all. He tried to break the doorbolt, and continued to probe, but he only got more and more frightened as he watched.

A stove where half of the bedding was cleaned, but only water was added to the pot.

The breath of life is still there, but the shadows of strangers are no longer visible. It is like boiling hot water. In the process of filtering and heating, the impurities called creatures are removed, and the only thing left is called julu. Of cooked water.

No matter how you think, there is an unspeakable weird atmosphere here.

But despite this, I still have to find a way through this settlement later. Because there is no other way to go up the mountain, in order to reach the Winter Fortress earlier, crossing the settlement is the only option.

Jing'an's complexion was solemn, he took out the clothes for washing from the wrapper, put it on the back of his head casually, and squatted down against the side wall.

"Old popsicle, please care about the outside later, if there is an accident, don't worry, just wake me up and I'll do it."

The latter was sitting on the ground, swaying the big yellow and black tail, raising a flurry of ashes.

"Woo~"

Aisha was not immersed in her emotions all the time, she wiped away the tears, turned around without saying a word and began to pack up the packages and luggage.

Taking advantage of the break, Jing'an pulled the bag containing Noel to her side, half-ringed in her arms.

Almost, soon... wait a minute.

Relaxed nerves, tiredness rising like a tide, and instantly disappeared from Jing'an's consciousness. After soaking in the dim sleepiness for a while, he lost consciousness.

The cold wind outside the cave was overwhelming, and the re-stacked snow soon covered the movement of two people and one dog.

At the moment when Jing'an was resting, some unspeakable existences were also wriggling, constantly moving in one direction. After about a few minutes, the bright red that was left on the steps disappeared without a trace after a while-it was not a mere concealment or a concept of covering.

It is like a painting that has been erased, withdrawing from the concept of color and quality, it turned into an invisible shadow in an instant, and finally disappeared between this silver-clad world.

It seems that there is something invisible that is expanding uninterruptedly.