The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

No one can answer Jing'an's confusion.

After exhausting my thoughts, after subduing the opponent, through Weili's method, he could draw his soul and then make another plan. Such a complete plan has reached its last juncture. But at this link, a weird problem that people can't believe actually appeared.

Will a person’s soul suddenly disappear?

Jing'an subconsciously cancelled the state of the Eye of Wisdom, and he glanced at the stranger in front of him again. But you can still see the opponent's constantly struggling action because of breathing difficulties-the powerful vitality of the mutant, even if it is breathless, it can thump for a while.

Seeing that the other party can still flutter like freshly sliced ​​raw fish, Jing'an's expression has become even more strange.

Obviously this guy still has signs of life, but why... but the eye of wisdom can't see where his soul is at all?

With the confusion of whether he was wrong, Jing'an continued to adjust, and once again began to drive the power of the giant to look intently at the man under him.

From the top of the head down, directly above the bridge of the nose, and flush with the eyebrows, is the location of the soul that Jing'an has always been able to observe. These brightly colored, shining but not dazzling light spots are just like ID cards, symbolizing everyone's past and memories.

Even creatures that are as simple as a lemming and succumb to instinctive actions will have their unique souls. So how can a mutant who knows how to ambush and release the ability now has no soul?

Seeing that the struggle of the guy in front of him was gradually slowing down, even the red blood that spewed from the wound gradually turned into a deep black like ink. Even without thinking, Jing'an understood an indisputable fact.

This guy is dying.

Jing'an's brows began to frown unconsciously, this was something the system hadn't even mentioned.

If there is enough time, he can study it carefully before making follow-up plans. But the current situation is undoubtedly more urgent, and he needs to make a decision immediately.

Otherwise, when this guy is really out of breath, it will be too late for anything.

Jing An immediately crouched down, and he pulled out a few solid-color walk towels from his waist, and swiftly wrapped his hands and feet around this guy's neck several times.

Circumstances have changed and you cannot die.

At least... it shouldn't be now.

To be honest, it was the first time Jing'an had the most intuitive understanding of her own power. Only when he could put it in a little bit, did he see that these vague flesh and blood were being mixed with the broken bones, and finally turned into a red and white fishy thing, as unsightly as cheap hound feed.

"Goo, Guru..."

A small patch of jet black blood rushed into the slightly opened lips, and the cloth towel used for wrapping was instantly infested by plasma, like dye dripping in the water, fainting layer after layer of blood stains.

Seeing this, Jing'an's face also became a little ugly-this kind of wound, the blood couldn't stop at all.

At the same time, the opponent's eyes also bulged from the beginning, gradually tending to smooth, until they became apathetic.

Under such circumstances, Jing'an also understood that no matter what measures she took, it would also not be able to save the other party's vitality.

There is no doubt that this guy will definitely not be able to keep it.

Irritability, depression, irritation.

As things began to get out of control, Jing'an's heart also began to unconsciously agitated. He grabbed the collar of the other party, and with the last glimmer of hope, he asked the other party.

"What the **** is going on with you?!"

A living person who can move, even struggling, is right in front of him, but why is there no soul in his body?

The response was a blast like foam floating water, transparent blood bubbles emerged from his mouth, bursting open one by one, like an irretrievable vitality.

"Hey! Hey, wake up!"

Jing'an stared at his dilated pupils, his expression could not help but become a little sluggish.

Subconsciously re-entering the state of the eyes of wisdom, Jing'an limited his perspective ability to a more balanced state through control-he could see the specific distribution in the body through the flesh, but he did not go deeper. So that everything presents a sense of detachment like illusion.

"The heart is stationary, the blood stays, and all the organs have stopped moving..."

From a physiological point of view, this guy is undoubtedly an indisputable corpse.

Jing An stared blankly at the stranger who had begun to become cold and even stiff, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

who is he? Why is it here? Why did you attack me suddenly?

The feeling that the content of intelligence that should be readily available disappeared in an instant makes it difficult for Jing'an to accept for a while. His brows were furrowed, he looked at the unknown man from the bottom up, seeming to be self-reporting, and began to whisper softly.

"Calm down, calm down... there must be something here that I haven't noticed yet."

There has never been anything unexpected. Some are just inevitable results other than self-knowledge-like the land and the ocean separated by each other, swimming fish cannot understand why animals can walk on land.

But at the same time, this confusion will not affect the latter's life and work and rest in the least.

It's like two parallel lines that don't intersect. Before they meet each other, neither side will be aware of the other's existence.

"Then, sort out your thoughts."

Adjusting your emotions and allowing yourself to think more rationally is the unchanging way to cope with all accidents. Jing An took a deep breath, simply sat down on the ground, and began to figure out.

"First of all, after stepping on the platform, together with the old popsicle and Aisha, I saw the head falling from the steps."

"After that, I went all the way up, walked through the tunnel, and found the "Dreamland" town drawn by this guy."

"After observation and confirming that there are no other factors, I will start with him, and finally..."

Only from the order of floating on the surface, Jing'an's summary is completely correct.

So according to this inference, when did he get the trick?

"Is it... when you walk through the aisle, or when you hear your head fall?"

Jing'an prefers the former.

After all, the firewall set by the system only started to sound the warning after entering the tunnel.

Thinking of this, Jing'an suddenly noticed a similar characteristic. He fumbled through the bag around his waist and drew out a cloth towel again.

There is still a little blood paste on it.

Because I used it to wrap my right hand before and took an indescribable thing.

Jing'an's gaze turned, and he re-examined the corpse on the ground-and this was full of traces of blood foam, which instantly gave Jing'an a familiar feeling.

This guy's face...

It seems to be the head that fell off the steps before? !