The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

About thirty minutes later, in a bungalow with relatively little influence.

Aisha and Jasmine were sitting at the same table, rubbing their hands quite nervously, staring dumbly at the two men who looked almost exactly the same on the opposite side. At this time, the old popsicle crouched in the gap between the two of them, swaying his head while sticking out his tongue, and wandering between the two'Jing'an'.

Hair style, facial features, eyes, and even the aura that exudes are almost exactly the same. If it is an imitation show, it will be a very wonderful performance.

But for the old popsicle, he has to face a more schizophrenic situation.

Not only the appearance, but also the smell!

This not only made the old popsicles start to doubt their professionalism.

Am I really a dog?

"Ahem..."

The first to break the calm was the one on the left, facing everyone's sight, he pursed his mouth in embarrassment, and then spoke.

"First emphasize, I am Jing'an. As for the man next to him, you can just call him black."

The latter just nodded slightly, and he didn't want to talk more, but it was slightly different from Jing'an's usual image.

It is not difficult to see that this guy is even more indifferent than Jing'an.

In order to help these few companions who have straightened their eyes clarify their thoughts, Jing'an tried her best to organize the language and explain the situation to these guys through persuasion.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized a more convenient way. Jing An suddenly turned his head and said repeatedly to Aisha who was aside.

"Aisha, can you use the brain contact method to connect the few of us present?"

Suddenly named, Aisha stood up subconsciously, quite surprised. After clearly knowing Jing'an's purpose, she nodded and replied.

"No problem, I almost know how to use it."

After an overdraft use in the mezzanine space, Aisha also has a more intuitive understanding of the characteristics and abilities of keen people. As long as the gap between life and death is crossed, even a novice like her will grow in an instant.

"Aisha..."

Jasmine beside her only felt that Aisha on the side had become a lot stranger, and she couldn't help showing a slightly worried look at this moment. The other party was smiling, with a firm look in the other party's eyes.

"Please relax a little, connect with most people in one breath, and it is the first time that I have opened the brain to contact me. There may be fluctuations in the frequency band."

In the presence, only Jasmine was still out of condition and maintained a dazed look. But this confusion did not last long, because after a few seconds, she only felt that the aura around her suddenly changed.

This is a more subjective statement, because in essence, the environment has not changed a bit. But for Jasmine, she was like falling into a strange environment.

It is impossible to describe such a strange feeling in words, just as ordinary people will subconsciously raise their vigilance when entering a brand new place. For Jasmine, she is in this situation right now.

Before she could continue to think about it, an abrupt voice suddenly sounded, almost frightening her to jump out of the chair.

"Everyone is here, right."

This is Jing'an's voice.

"Yes, sir, I just counted them all. Everyone here is in there."

"It's still easier to talk like this, but it's suffocating me... I can only bark with you all day long, it's too difficult to communicate!"

The former is Aisha's unique tone, and Jasmine will never admit it. But... whose voice is that behind?

Jasmine lowered her eyes subconsciously, but it happened to match her eyes with the old popsicle that raised her head.

"Why, what is the old girl looking at?"

Jasmine's expression suddenly became a little strange, and she suddenly had a subtle guess about the weird sound at hand.

"Are you... an old popsicle?"

An abrupt voice sounded, but Jasmine couldn't help but utter a question. This made everyone around him couldn't help but cast their eyes at her, which made the little guy from the farmer's family feel a little nervous.

Obviously, she is not accustomed to communicating in this way.

"Jasmine, don't worry. Try to speak with your consciousness, come, try this method..."

Under Aisha's guidance, Jasmine finally became familiar with this new way of communication. At the same time, an idea came to her mind at this moment.

Is this the mutant that the husband said?

You know, when I was in contact with Jing'an and her group, Aisha was just an ordinary person like her.

In other words... can I do this too?

Some subtle thoughts surged in Jasmine's heart, but she hadn't waited for her to continue thinking about it. A voice similar to Jing'an came in.

"Quickly explain to them, time is not enough, we have to leave soon."

Jasmine subconsciously raised her head halfway, and caught a glimpse of the man who was sitting opposite, who was called black. He didn't say even a word at this time-he didn't even move his lips.

It seemed that she had captured her thoughts accurately, and Jing'an's voice sounded again.

"Don't be surprised Jasmine, this is Aisha's ability, I will explain the detailed content to you clearly later. Now... the main thing is another thing."

Conscious communication is undoubtedly a more efficient way.

It might feel a little weird for others, but for Jing'an, it is already so familiar that it can no longer be familiar...because that's what the system does.

After careful sorting, Jing'an packaged the content that everyone needed to know and sent it to the minds of everyone present.

From Elena's message, the situation at the cliff pass, to the subtle relationship between himself and Hei. He didn't have the slightest remaining information such as these, and all chose to share it with everyone on the spot.

Mere shock is not enough to describe the emotions that two people and one dog are surging like a tide. Regarding these surreal things that happened in front of them, even like the old popsicles, the old Youzi who had been with Jing'an for so long did not dare to say that there were no fluctuations.

Just when they lost consciousness and were in a coma, Jing An was fighting with Elena for their lives. Such a strong sense of the gap caused the old popsicle and Aisha to feel a little guilty.

But before they waited for anything to say, there was a sudden explosion from the side.

bump! ! !

It was the huge noise made after the wooden door was pushed open vigorously and hit the door frame. This unprovoked movement almost caused everyone present to raise their heads.

But I could only see a little guy in a dress that was washed to the ground, rushing towards the house without turning his head.

That was Jasmine's back.