The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Aisha's expression suddenly became sluggish.

Thousands of thoughts rushed to my heart instantly, and the words were tumbling, and they were stuffed into my throat at the same time.

But what finally shouted out was a simple but powerful short syllable.

"NS!!"

Aisha, who had never exploded foul language, tried to get up from the ground, but because of top-heavyness, she finally fell into an extremely strong horse.

Obviously, her physical condition is not optimistic.

The old popsicle on the side also noticed the abnormal change that had occurred on Aisha's side. At this time, he didn't care about the crack in his foot, and limped towards this side.

"Wow!"

It's just that this voice is a lot weaker than before.

what to do? What should I do?

Aisha lay down on the ground, retreating backwards with her hands and feet. She looked at the tentacles that were gradually starting to rise not far away, and an emotion called despair flashed in her eyes.

Only the remaining two grenades have been used, leaving Jing'an in her bag, and now there are only a large number of general-purpose matchboxes—even if there is a gun, she would not be so embarrassed.

Losing the means of resistance, how did she face the tentacles that were as fierce as an anaconda?

Compared to Aisha, who was about to lose her ability to think, the old popsicle was now supporting her scarred body and stepped forward again. He bared his fangs toward the sunken ruin.

Sensual, but so.

At such a critical juncture, Aisha's retreating figure suddenly stagnated-she seemed to hit a wide and strong side wall.

"Calm down and don't lose your mind."

In a calm and confident tone, it was the employer who had regained consciousness.

"Sir! You finally woke up!"

"Fortunately, take a good rest."

The generous palm touched Aisha's head, giving her an unparalleled sense of peace of mind. Jing An's face was calm as usual, as if he didn't care about the tentacles in front of him.

"Old popsicle, come over and let Aisha help to deal with the wound. This type of wound is not to the extent that it can heal itself with a touch of saliva."

The called old popsicle twisted his head in a struggle, and for a while, he seemed to be a little confused about what he should do.

But after a while, he made a decision. Seeing the old popsicle on tiptoe on its front paws, he trot towards Jing'an.

When the sky fell, Jing'an would go and carry it first. Since he was allowed to rest, it made sense.

After setting up the two companions, Jing An finally raised his head and faced the tentacle not far away-he already knew everything in the information remaining in the system. Including this seemingly flawed, but actually outstanding content of the plan.

Thinking of this, Jing'an strode forward. There is still a sense of fatigue on his face that can't be concealed, but it is more than enough to deal with the current situation.

After all, what is about to face is not a thrilling battle.

"Don't worry, she is no longer threatening."

In order to apply for his own statement, Jing'an stepped forward blankly. Then he squatted down and stretched out his right hand amidst the shocked gazes of the old popsicle and Aisha-the corroded hole on the upper part, under the reversal rotation of the giant's heart, has grown tender new flesh .

"Come up."

A viscous sound came from below. After receiving Jing’an’s instructions, I saw that thick tentacle began to twist constantly, like a locust pulled up from the ground, until the whole body was pulled up. The shape is exposed on the ground.

It was a distorted look to the extreme.

Under the tentacles two meters away, the one that was pulled at the very end was a mass of paste the size of a human head—this is not just a simple description. In the eyes of Old Popsicle and Aisha, the milky white thing was constantly squirming, like a stirred solid-color cement, showing a turbid and strong strange feeling.

There is no doubt that this mass of paste still maintains a certain degree of activity. Even... it is still trying to proliferate and become strangely shaped individuals.

But even with such high-intensity exercise, there is still no trend of expansion. It seems that there is a circle of invisible and colorless energy positions, which are wrapping it from head to toe, so that it cannot exceed the range by half a step.

Although Jing An did not speak, Aisha could still clearly perceive this.

After all, just looking at it from the appearance, this kind of thing can cause ordinary people to produce a certain degree of physical discomfort.

In contrast, it was Jing'an's somewhat sad expression.

"Sure enough, it's still like this..."

Under the systematic analysis, when Jing Anyu regained consciousness, she also fully understood the source of Nuoer's abnormality.

"Due to continuous contact, absorption, and digestion with polluting individuals, the resulting pollution has occurred."

In full agreement with Jing'an's previous inferences, Knoll's mutations are the result of long-term exposure to pollution sources. As the initiator of spreading the energy of pollution, Jing'an is the culprit... Maybe this is not particularly accurate.

Strictly speaking, it is the bane of everything if it is immersed in sea water, and the infection becomes a state of [light pollution].

The identity recognized by the system is more than just a name. As the price of recovering from the injury, Jing'an has used the characteristic extraordinarily, which is the increased rate of cell collapse.

It is different from mild and moderate polluters in the conventional sense. Jing'an's state is more like a water polo that has been punctured. His body is constantly undergoing slight qualitative changes in the direction of the defiler.

Before becoming a Level 3 mutant, this is an irreversible and irreversible state.

In other words, from the moment Jing'an landed, he was essentially a walking source of pollution transmission. Any individual who has been intimately resected with him will receive pollution energy of varying degrees.

So far, everything is not difficult to understand.

But after the contact between Jing'an and Nuoer was involved, things changed strangely.

The corpse that Jing'an chose to store next to her body, unexpectedly did not know when, began to take the initiative to absorb the pollution energy flowing out of Jing'an.

This is a phenomenon that the system is also difficult to understand.

Without thinking and behavior ability, it can only be said to be a mass of rotten corpses. Why can it actively absorb the pollution energy from Jing'an? From any angle, this is a bizarre statement like a fantasy.

It is a gossip night talk that even children would not believe.

After all, if the corpse can absorb the pollution energy, then the whole world will fall into a muddle, it is only a matter of time.

Jing An was filled with confusion in her heart, but she still couldn't find a solution. Because it was not fully explained, the various reasons for this, the system that relied on the flow of information has passed away.