The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Just like this nameless corpse lying at Jing'an's feet.

Judging from the appearance alone, the opponent should be just the appearance of an adult. On the appearance of the slender skeleton, it is almost not difficult to see the physical characteristics of some of the other women.

So…

Who is she? Where was born? How many are your family members? What feats or achievements have you done so far?

Jing'an didn't know anything about it.

He only knew that this poor fellow who was burned by flames and then smoked into a mummy.

No one will yell at Jing'an, telling Jing'an her name, her happiness, and her sadness from the past of this woman.

To die is equivalent to clearing all life events. Except for the people who really care about you, nothing will leave you with a little nostalgia.

The progress of the world will continue to grind forward without stopping, and then all these remnant parties that cannot keep up with the time will be cleared out of the car.

No one can be an exception.

Jing'an just raised her head and waited behind Jasmine in silence. He didn't want to interrupt this incomprehensible sadness out loud, just wanted Jasmine to remember all the information of her sister.

Because in this world, only she would still remember that there was once such a good woman who looked ordinary but treated her meticulously at the cliff pass.

About ten minutes later, Jasmine seemed to show some signs of improvement, and her body curled up like dried shrimps stretched again at this moment.

She did not raise her head, but suddenly spoke at this moment.

"Sir, do you know what is going on?"

There is no reason to hide the other party.

After a brief weighing, Jing An sighed softly, and then said softly.

"I just reacted to it just now. If you guessed correctly...your sister should have died last night."

"To put it more appropriately, it was when we just entered the mezzanine space and let you and Aisha hide in the house."

The other party did not answer, but just hung his head vaguely, without making even the slightest movement.

Obviously, he was signaling Jingan to continue.

"I have said before, even if it is assimilated by the mezzanine space, for some independent and special people, they will maintain some of the most basic logical action abilities."

"Based on this characteristic, their actions will become a bit...difficult to understand."

Having said this, Jasmine's figure couldn't help but tremble slightly. Obviously, under Jing'an's reminder, she had also captured Jing'an's reality hidden under the language.

Under the premise of being wrapped in grief, her thoughts began to turn to an unprecedented degree.

Her voice trembled, and she whispered her guess.

"That is not afraid of the light, the first humanoid monster to rush to the door of the house... is my sister?"

"It should be."

Jing'an sighed lightly.

He had some reflections on this independent ‘monster’, but he never thought that the other party would be Jasmine’s sister.

"Because I care about you so much that I broke through the limitations of my body, and then rushed to the door."

You know, the first time that the danger perception works, it is not the part where he is locked, and then the sequence of sending it back to the sensor nerve.

But...

Half of his body was covered in it.

In other words, what Jing'an predicted was not an attack by the other party. But after Sister Jasmine entered the range of light, because she couldn't withstand this level of light, she burst into self-destruction.

She never thought of hurting anyone from beginning to end.

She just...want to find her sister.

Such a deep and startling emotion made Jing'an unable to help but slowly close her eyes. Starting from the fetters of family affection, just like her relationship with Noel—just knowing the whole process of the matter has made Jing'an uncomfortably a little hard to control.

After Jing'an's suggestion, Jasmine who had passed by was already clear, and even at this moment, she showed a slightly sluggish expression. She seemed to have lost her soul, but she was shaking constantly at this moment, chanting softly in her mouth like a babble.

"Sister...Sister..."

Grief, pain, self-blame. All kinds of emotions rushed to her heart, making Jasmine's expression extremely distorted. But it was also because of such complicated emotions that her thoughts were like a kite with a broken wire at this moment.

At this moment, the boundary called sanity was broken.

At this moment, Jasmine's eyes suddenly lost their look, and the body that had squatted over the ruins also fell behind him.

thump…

It was not the sound of the body falling to the ground.

Jasmine did not fall on top of the ruins full of black coal, because Jing An rushed behind her in time and stretched out her hand to stabilize her figure.

He silently stared at the little girl from the North, who was about the same age as Noel, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

Starting today, she has no last worry.

"... Take a good rest."

After that, Jing An was trying to help her stand up. But from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his side, this scorched corpse that can no longer see any figure.

Immediately, his eyes drooped slightly, and he said softly.

"Go well, I will take care of Jasmine for you."

...

If you just want to bury the lemming, you only need a small pit as deep as a palm on the left and right.

But if this is the case, it will make Aisha feel uneasy.

Because for Aisha, this seemingly fat beast is not a beast in a simple sense. It contains all the memories of a mutant.

At the same time, she was also the guide who led her to the evolutionary path of the ‘Keen Man’.

Regardless of whether it is affection or reason, she wants to bury the other party properly to be able to positive her conscience.

Thinking of this, Aisha did not stop. The shovel in her hand flew up and down, but after a short while, she opened a much deeper hole.

Thanks to the evolution of the mutant, her physical fitness has also evolved to a certain extent at this time. Although it is not as exaggerated as the mutant with physique specialization, with just such a simple action, she can already achieve the same level as an ordinary adult.

Putting the limp lemming into the pit, Aisha quietly stared at the little fellow who had no signs of life.

"…Thank you."

The heartfelt gratitude gathered at this moment, but in the end it only pieced together three simple words.

Pry up the floating soil by the feet one by one, and then cover the body of the lemming. Aisha's eyes also began to become a little sad, as if she was burying a sibling-like companion.

But in fact, Aisha is indeed very depressed.