The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

have to say.

The lighting conditions of the cabin are really bad.

She seemed to be aware of Jing'an's thoughts, and Jasmine who walked ahead sneered twice, and she explained as she adjusted the oil lamp in her hand.

"Because this house has been idle for a long time before, the glass has cracked to varying degrees. I originally thought that I would spend money to make it up later, but I didn't expect that there would be guests coming in so soon..."

The place that should have been the window was sealed tightly by thick wooden slats at this time. Not to mention the cold wind, even the light can't find the slightest gap.

With such careful processing, the entire room, including the corridor and the living room, was plunged into heavy darkness. With the power of the Eye of Wisdom, Jing'an can also use the principle of heat and cold distribution to barely see the aisles and obstacles.

Aisha and the old popsicles behind him felt better.

"Ouch!"

"Hey..."

If you don't care about these two guys anymore, you will be bruised yourself later.

"Come here! Wait a minute, please don't walk around. Many of the facilities here have not been installed, and you will stumble if you are not careful."

The candlelight mixed with animal fats slowly lit up, rendering the surrounding environment a hazy dark yellow. I saw Jasmine holding up the grease lamp in her hand, while she was wearing rough clothes, she shouted towards Jing'an.

"Sir, please go here, the rooms are arranged on this side."

Walking along the dim yellow oil lamp, Jing'an and Aisha were placed in two adjacent rooms.

As Jasmine said, the interior of the room is not shabby.

The processed wood against the wall reflects the shiny oil, which is obviously the second spring that can only be rejuvenated after careful processing and maintenance. Although the wooden bed placed in the corner is not high, the bedding and pillows above do not have the slightest odor. When you get closer, you can smell a little mint fragrance.

Looking around, there is only a writing desk and a straight wooden chair left in the entire room. Jing'an unloaded the carrying bag, just when Jasmine was holding a thick bedding and pushing in.

"Sir, because I didn't consider the reasons for the hounds to appear before, there is no suitable kennel here... There is no way, just spread this on the ground, do you think it's okay?"

The old popsicle shook his tail, arched Jasmine's calf with his head, trying to convey his somewhat happy emotions.

After all, if you live outside, having a coat that protects you from wind and rain is a luxurious configuration. Like this kind of soft bedding, you can only enjoy one or two in your dreams in all likelihood.

In such a good atmosphere, Jing'an thought it was no longer necessary to express his opinions. But when he turned his head, he saw Jasmine still standing at the door, with a pair of azure blue eyes staring at him scorchingly.

"...Yes, let it go."

Under some crappy spoken words, Jasmine couldn't help but half-turned her head, revealing a faint laugh.

"Okay sir, I'm going to help you lay the mattress."

Was laughed at.

But I can't even mention the thought of being angry.

Such a familiar, even enthusiastic attitude made Jing'an unable to help but sigh softly. He silently removed the bag and equipment from his body, and after a brief look, he was ready to freshen up.

Next to him are old popsicles nestled beside the bed.

Outside the house is Jasmine who is chatting with Aisha.

Everything seemed so peaceful, as if being in a peaceful forest, unable to raise the slightest enthusiasm.

Bang.

It was the sound of the wooden door being closed next to him, and the leather boots stepped on the wooden board, and the sound moved to Jing'an's door. Without waiting for him to think about it, Jasmine pushed open the door and got half of her head in.

"Sir, I have to go back to the tavern first. Don't worry, I won't disclose your news to my sister. I will bring food around one o'clock in the afternoon. Please have a good rest before then."

"Um."

With the employer's approval, Jasmine retired with a happy face. With the sound of footsteps drifting away, the old popsicle on the side snorted comfortably.

And there was no movement in Aisha's room next door.

Jing An stepped out and briefly observed the mental state of the lemming and Noel. After confirming that there was nothing serious, he lay reclining on the wooden bed.

"Around one o'clock in the afternoon..."

After whispering to himself, Jing An took out an exquisite small pocket watch from the bag. After a rough estimate of the time, he got started, tightened the clockwork, and started timing.

Hand-made fine objects are most suitable for recording time, and for the current Jing'an, they are also one of the necessary props.

As Jasmine's footsteps went away, the whole low room was filled with warm breath. Jasmine and her sister had a good vision. The seemingly flat hut blocked the snow from the mountains on the second floor, so as not to affect the dormant situation of the residents on the first floor.

In such a rare tranquility, both Aisha and the old popsicle dropped their vigilance at this time and fell into a deeper dormancy.

For Jing'an, his plan has just begun.

"call……"

Jing'an's eyes flowed, following the dim yellow light, Jing'an scanned the dark brown ceiling on his head left and right. At the same time, the nerves that were originally tense began to relax slightly at this time. Like a rubber band that was gradually removed from its elasticity, Jing'an's breathing began to slow down, and even the expression in her eyes began to lose her spirit.

The heartbeat slowed down, causing the blood throughout the body to also start to slow down. The dull internal circulation like a tortoise took its place, reducing Jing'an's body functions to a limit that can only sustain life.

Slow down, slow down a little bit, come a little bit...

Under deliberate adjustment, Jing'an's consciousness began to blur. He seemed to have immersed his body in the faint yellow swimming lake, from head to toe wrapped, the wet touch that seemed to be glued, urged his spirit to relax further. But at this moment, Jing'an had to hold on to the last line of defense of consciousness.

That is the chaos between absent-mindedness and soberness.

Although the consciousness is still awake to a certain degree, it has lost the control of the body. It was like being covered by someone's eyes from behind, even though he knew that he was not blind, the sudden feeling of a drop still made Jing'an feel a little uncomfortable.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes.

Time passed quietly without any reference, and Jing'an also gradually felt a bit of unusual anomalies over time.

That's how it feels.

Jing'an's consciousness extended outwards, accurately capturing the source of this illusory strangeness.

Subsequently, the world reversed at this moment.