The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

The old popsicle went round and round in the alley, and finally got into a small bungalow.

The recent stench is also a few miles away, and there is no other movement in the vicinity. Under such prerequisites, it is naturally the best place to stay.

The door is locked, the curtains are lowered, and then look for some oil lamps that can be used as light sources. After a brief treatment, the group gathered again in the living room.

With Jasmine's help, Jing An leaned halfway on the bench. After adjusting to a slightly more comfortable sitting position, he tried to raise his arm and tried to touch the wound on his forehead.

The left hand has completely lost consciousness.

The right hand, which was still able to move, trembled slightly at this time, and raised it in front of Jing'an.

"Sir! Please don't move!"

Before the finger touched the wound, Aisha's voice came in from the side. A pair of fiery hands pulled his arms down again, with an involuntary firmness.

"Your wound is serious, so you can't touch it with your hands! I still have a disinfectant on my side. Please bear with it."

Then, a cold touch came from his forehead.

The touch for no reason made Jing'an shiver involuntarily. Before he could say anything, a sudden and distinct pain came from his forehead.

Like a burst of fireworks, the colorful touches were mixed at this time, rushing across Jing'an's mind, turning his thoughts into a mess.

"...!"

Subconsciously clenching his teeth, the painful whistle that rushed to his mouth was swallowed back into his stomach. Jing'an's fist was clenched in an instant, and the veins rose up, and expressions full of torture and pain also appeared on his face.

To be honest, this feeling is very strange.

Just applying wound medicine, no matter how exaggerated the pain is, it shouldn't have such an exaggerated reaction.

There is no doubt that his situation is abnormal.

While Jing'an was thinking like this, the action of applying the medicine stopped at this moment.

"Sir, you can tell if it hurts, I can slow down..."

"No, go on."

Jing'an's throat rolled up and down, slipping down with drops of sweat, and mixed with the deep voice, with a strong sense of pain.

"We don't have much time. We have to deal with these things as soon as possible, otherwise...it's very likely, we won't be able to get out."

Staying in the mezzanine space for too long, no matter what the purpose is, will only tend to a result in the end.

Assimilated by space, and then become its slave.

It's not that Jing'an doesn't want to spend more time to rest and adjust. In fact, there is no extra time at all.

Even if he didn't know much about this space, it was only an intuitive premonition, Jing'an felt that it could not be delayed until the next day. If he waited here until dawn, it seemed that something creepy would happen.

"Hurry up and continue."

Under the urging, the refreshing potion once again fell on the forehead, arousing goose bumps in Jing'an. The swift sensation of pain rose instantly like a tide, and swallowed his only remaining consciousness at once.

"throat……"

Between the struggles that were almost unconscious, Jing An seemed to feel some subtle changes in her body.

The taut invisible steel wire broke at this moment.

"Huh?! What is this!"

Jasmine's exclamation came from Jing'an's ear, accompanied by the falling of the bottle and a rush of movement.

what happened?

Jing'an's lips moaned, and she was about to ask, but she heard Aisha's voice again.

"Sir, the wound on your head... suddenly new pink flesh has grown."

It's a somewhat confusing statement.

The slight slow reaction caused Jing'an's thinking ability to plummet at this time. He thought about it for two seconds, and then he probably understood the situation-the source was the wound on his forehead.

Tentatively, she raised her right hand, and Jing An touched it lightly, when she understood the horror of her wounds.

It cracked from the corner of the left eyebrow, spanning the entire front of the forehead, to the long strip wound beside the temple on the right.

Roughly estimated, it can have the width of a baby's mouth, plus the rolled flesh and the exposed internal bones, it does have an extraordinary impact only from a visual point of view.

At this time, a delicate film covered the wound. It is soft, and even with a strange touch of residual warmth. If it weren't for Aisha's reminder, Jing'an wouldn't even know what was growing on his head.

The maddening pain didn't know when it would dissipate, Jing An groped for her wound without saying a word, then turned her head halfway, and asked softly to the side.

"... Aisha, can you describe in detail what happened just now,"

"Okay sir, I just wanted to help you continue to apply the medicine, but I saw that pink flesh and blood suddenly appeared from the wound, like wild grass, but I filled the gap in a short while ."

Extraordinary recovery ability.

At first glance, it looks like a visual effect with super self-healing ability.

However, Jing'an understood that she hadn't used the reverse energy of the Giant's Heart at all just now - in other words, the reverse operation had not been used just now.

What is going wrong?

Before Jing An wanted to understand this, an inexplicable touch suddenly came from his right hand. The pain that numbs the entire arm subsided in an instant, and replaced by another indescribable soreness.

It was as if something unknown was tearing his muscles and blood vessels, wanting to break out of his body further. The unspeakable feeling of pain caused Jing'an to frown.

"Uh……"

After Jing'an let out a dull hum, Aisha and Jasmine also exclaimed.

"Sir, your hand!"

Even though the eyes cannot see, Jing'an still clearly perceives the changes in the right arm.

A pustule was rapidly swelling and bloodshot at the shoulders. It opened the sleeves and outer robe until it hung on the shoulders of Jing'an, turning into a deformed sarcoma-like behemoth.

The whole body was red as blood, and it was wrapped in a turbid and rich liquid. The weird structure, like an alien, shrinks along with Jing'an's breath, revealing a vague and evil sense of life.

This is not something that originated from himself-Jing An could clearly feel that his own flesh and blood was being absorbed by this unspeakable sarcoma.

what is the problem?

Jing'an did not act rashly with regard to this foreign body without a source. He felt that he had to figure out the details before dealing with this weird thing.

The scene fell into a subtle silence, but it didn't last long.

However, after a few seconds, it was Aisha who broke the balance first.

"Sir, are you okay?"

As soon as the voice fell, Jing An's eyes closed tightly, and then her serious expression suddenly began to change.

"Everyone, bow their heads!"