The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

This is a world that can't distinguish up, down, left, and right, with only a dark black world that is as thick as ink, and Jing'an's consciousness is gradually awakening here.

Where am I?

Under the muddy touch, it was due to slowness, which slowed down the thinking ability.

Before he could study the truth of this environment carefully, the light spots that flickered like snow crystals began to shine. And with these silver-white rays of light, the entire chaotic night seemed to be activated, and it was connected in an instant, clustering him in the center, like a star hanging from the horizon, magnificent and shocking.

this is……

An inexplicable sense of familiarity surged from Jing'an's heart. He tried to stretch out his consciousness and touch the faint star next to him.

Immediately, his consciousness fell into chaos again, vaguely, he seemed to see a generous figure. The other party slowly stretched out his hands to Jing'an, and then, unspeakable pain came like a tide.

Uh……

Without the vocal organs, he could not even express his suffering in the most straightforward way.

His consciousness was crumpled and smashed, as if it were a tangible thing, tortured in every way, twisted into a shape completely different from the original. Finally, a memory that did not belong to him was bluntly stuffed into Jing'an's mind.

That is an emerald green world.

Towering old trees, overlapping peaks and mountains. Jing'an just feels like he is in the vast and boundless grassland. The weeds large enough to cover his knees were slightly overwhelmed by the wind, bringing a mixture of early morning dew and soil.

Jing'an tried to move her body, but found that she couldn't move half a minute. It seems that here, he can only exist as a bystander.

Turning his gaze downwards, two weird-looking creatures came into view as if they were mixed together.

Driven by his consciousness, his arm slowly rises. It was a slender limb that was shriveled like a dead tree and shaped like a withered tree, and the prominent joints were unusually conspicuous.

After a short pause, the part called the index finger straightened out of the curl and pointed to the head of the creature lying on the left. The slightly trembling appearance seemed to have exhausted all the energy of the whole body just by this movement.

Short and powerful syllables popped out of their mouths. Although they had not been systematically studied, Jing'an was able to accurately capture their meaning.

"I pronounced that you are guilty."

"In the name of a giant, I sentenced you to imprisonment."

An inexplicable emotion rose from Jing'an's chest. He seemed to have captured some extremely obscure information, but before he had time to sort out and digest it, he fell into chaos again.

…………

"Sir? Sir! How are you?"

It's Aisha's voice.

This sound is like a Venus who has guided the positioning, allowing his consciousness to walk through this seemingly endless darkness, keep moving in the right direction, and finally rush out of the darkness.

"Well……"

The familiar touch seemed to be wrapped in warm bath water, and a comfortable and reassuring sense of familiarity surged, prompting Jing'an to open her eyes.

"Sir! Sir, are you awake?!"

"What happened... How long did I sleep?"

In a hurry, Aisha did not observe the fine sweat on Jing'an's forehead. She dragged Jing'an's right arm with excitement, shaking and shouting.

"Your wrap! Your wrap has moved suddenly!"

He was still a little confused and could not react as quickly as possible. However, the confusion on Jing'an's face had not yet held up, and a series of fierce barkings interrupted his thoughts again.

"Wow! Bow!!!!"

The vigorous roar was filled with warnings and anger, and after a moment's pause, Jing'an's thoughts fully identified the source of the sound.

The voice of the old popsicle?

Aisha's panic, the old popsicle's roar...moving wrap?

...

...

...

Noel? !

The dull consciousness became extremely keen at this moment, and under the emotion of horror, Jing An couldn't help but immediately took a breath. Ice crystals and frost passed through the trachea, causing a slight tingling sensation, which instantly awakened Jing An's still somewhat dull nerves.

He was agitated, and suddenly stood up. After that, Jing'an's gaze swept across the surroundings quickly, and all the surroundings were completely reflected in his mind.

Aisha shrank behind her because of fear.

Not far away, the old popsicle was facing Jing'an with his back, his tail raised high, and he barked loudly towards the entrance of the cave.

Jing'an's gaze shifted, his gaze passed over the old popsicle until it had been torn to pieces, so that the bag of things inside was exposed.

"This... what's going on?"

Nuoer, who should have lost his breath and no signs of life, stood sluggishly on the edge of the cave entrance at this time.

The pale face and the godless eyes began to turn black because of the blood clotting, showing the strange dark purple lips. All these characteristics emphasize an established fact at this moment.

Noel was still a dead man.

But……

How did she move?

In Jing'an's somewhat shocked gaze, the figure not far away swayed while walking towards the old popsicle. Slightly staggered, as if the appearance of a baby toddler does not let the latter relax his guard.

On the contrary, the momentum of the old popsicle was oppressed to the extreme. Its body shape is lowered again, and even barking is rolling in the throat, compressed and squeezed, and finally turned into a low growl like a warning.

The unquestionable ultimatum.

But even so, Noel still maintained a sluggish expression and walked slowly towards the old popsicle. Her arms exuded a frosty air, and they were forcibly lifted under the creaking condition, as if trying to grasp something, she leaned forward.

The demarcation line of reason was suppressed by the wild, and after reaching a certain point, the old popsicle no longer hesitated. Its limbs condensed in an instant, exerting strength, and finally violently rushed towards the icy figure in front of it.

However, the other figure was a bit faster than it.

The late figure stretched out a flat black figure in the air, before the old popsicle, it had already hit the figure like dementia.

Jing An was holding a piece of cotton-padded jacket and shaking it away in the air, it moved towards Nuoer like a fishing net.

"You all step back, without specific instructions, do not take the initiative to approach!"

With clear instructions, Aisha Dang even retreated to the deepest part of the cave. The old popsicle also withdrew from the defensive posture, but did not leave, but kept a proper distance, watching Jing'an's movements closely.

If Jing'an encounters difficulties, it will definitely take action without hesitation.