The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

The town of Dunkel.

Located in the northwest of Hu Jingcheng, with the shelter of two cliffs, this small settlement that can accommodate more than 700 people can be considered to survive.

The small town caught in the mountain stream has only a narrow path between the front and back. In an era where humanities still exist and science and technology are equally important, it is undoubtedly a symbol of backwardness.

But in the post-disaster modern times, it was a small settlement that couldn't be better.

But right now, it is the time when the wind and snow are raging in the middle of the night. Even hunters who make a living are hiding in their homes at this time to keep warm.

At night, it is the realm of Agatha's Snow God.

No one can provoke the natural majesty-except for a few exceptions.

Dangdangdang!

The bronze bell hanging from a high place was struck, and the sound penetrated the door panels, cotton wool and bedding, until the yellow oil lamps were lit up in the house.

The awakened town ushered in uninvited guests in the middle of the night.

In a hurry, residents with different responsibilities opened the door one after another. Under the raging snow and wind, their blurred vision could barely see the stage not far away.

"Come here! Come here, bring the hot water and food! Someone has come to town!"

Pots of hot water and warm soup were delivered to the hungry and cold little guys. They didn't care about thanking them at all, so they quickly poured them into their stomachs.

Warm environment.

Concerned eyes.

Knowing clearly that they were safe, the little guys finally couldn't hold their faces anymore, and started crying to the townsfolk one after another.

The voice is full of voices.

But he didn't have much contact with Jing'an. He was wearing a velvet robe sent by a good-hearted person, and he sat in a corner of the living room with no expression on his face.

As one of the few high terrains in the small town, through the windowsill of the living room, Jing'an can get a glimpse of the distribution and communities of the entire town. He pursed his mouth, and smoothly wiped it on his neck.

Ice crystals fell on her body, and the melted snow water brought a little body temperature, and it was slightly hot in Jing'an's hands.

The old popsicle leaned beside him, rubbed his head against Jing'an's trouser legs, and let out a comfortable whimper.

"Your commission, should I be considered complete, right?"

Holding a bowl of warm-up Pueraria lobata soup in her hand, Aisha, who was about to hand it to Jing'an at this time, couldn't help but stop.

"Yes sir! I really appreciate your help."

Just using words to express it is not even enough to express one thousandth of Aisha's gratitude. The so-called non-retribution may be used to describe her current mood.

She opened her mouth slightly in excitement, and when she was about to deliver the warm soup in her hands to Jing'an, a hearty voice came from behind the two.

"Sir, you must have rescued these little guys, right?"

It was a tall, strong figure. At a height of two meters away, Jing An can even look up at her to look at each other. He was draped in a fluffy robe, and the 80% new leather boots under his feet creaked on the floor.

There are folds of different sizes across his face, and the rough skin like tree bark reveals a scent of vicissitudes. But his eyes were a little pale blue, just like Aisha on the same side.

The blood of the Highlanders.

"You are?"

"The person in charge of Dunkel Town, just call me McRae."

The old popsicle lying on the floor just pricked its ears at this time, its dangling eyes stared at McRae directly, and felt some familiar auras in him-he is the same kind of person as Jing'an .

Jing An nodded and stood up noncommittal.

"Talk to another place?"

"If it's convenient for you, sir."

The communication like an encrypted call made Aisha on the side show a somewhat confused expression, but before she waited for her to ask, Jing An had already taken off her velvet robe—the warm rain wetted her fine hair and clung to her body. The touch reminded him of the fishy fat layer of the sea monster.

"Aisha, you can keep this soup for yourself. You can rest here today. I will come to you early tomorrow morning... Take a good rest tonight."

Under McRae's guidance, one person and one dog went straight outside, leaving only Aisha who was a little dazed. Fortunately, the residents of the small town were very enthusiastic. After a while, she was led by the peasant woman to find a room to rest.

Passing through the tunnel and passing through an unobstructed path, Jing An followed McRae without a word, constantly looking at the tall man.

Mutant.

It's not uncommon.

But... from the perspective of Jing'an's understanding, the number of registered mutations in the entire Federation is less than four digits. Generally speaking, these guys with superhuman abilities are almost all loyal to city-state organizations, and rarely appear in such sparsely populated places.

The reason for such a determined attitude is Jiang Yue's memory. In the process of reading, Jing'an thoroughly understood all the mutant rules in the Federal District.

"By the way, I don't know the name of this gentleman yet, do I?"

McCree didn't look back, his figure became stronger and stronger in the wind and snow.

"Just call me Jing'an."

After a brief exchange, Jing'an and McCray stopped in front of an arched building together.

"Well~ a very good name, I like it. Okay, please come in, sir."

The creaking wooden door was pushed open, revealing the slightly crude furnishings inside.

Long tables, wooden chairs, and... rows of beautifully decorated and meticulously crafted showcases.

After simply looking at the surrounding environment, Jing An sat down on the side near the door. The accompanying old popsicles also curbed their curiosity at this time and sat beside Jing'an.

"To make a long story short, McCree. Is there anything you can do with me?"

Although there is still room for time, Jing'an doesn't want to have any contact with the stranger in front of him-wherever mutants are involved, there will be a little bit of trickery hidden.

"Don't be too rushed, how about a couple of drinks first? I have a few bottles of fine wines, but they are all precious things collected before the disaster."

Jing An shook his head, not at all polite.

"Thank you, I don't drink."

The atmosphere became a little stiff in an instant, McRae’s smile was like frost, frozen in a strange arc,

"Haha, brother is indeed an interesting person~ Then... I'll make a long story short."

He grinned, choking a few words from his throat.

"The tragedy in Krasson Town is really not yours?"

Snapped!

The window sill on the side was opened by the biting cold wind, and the squally wind engulfing ice crystals and chill kept pouring into it, reducing the temperature of the room to freezing point in an instant.

Jing An raised his eyelids slightly, and stared at McCree.

"I didn't do it."

There is no need to justify and explain. Jing'an can't even be interested in explaining the question that has no origin but is unexpected.

"I'm finished, is there anything else?"

"Hey, of course it's gone. I understand the little brother's temper. It seems that you are also a very individual guy."

McRae grinned, he half raised his arm, his hands dancing and dancing, as if he wanted to explain something.

"If you don't do it, you can't ask anything, right?"

Immediately, a vague black shadow pierced out of McCree's chest and rushed straight towards Jing'an's front door.