The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

"The injury left yesterday?"

Jing'an raised her brows, obviously a little surprised by the result. After a slight pause, he seemed to want to continue to ask something, but he couldn't grasp the center of gravity for a while, and in the end he just frowned and said softly.

"Well, let's go up and talk about it first. Aisha, please pay more attention to the old popsicle. This guy is very painful, maybe he didn't know if he was injured."

"Good sir."

The named subject shrank his neck and let out a low whimper.

"Woo..."

After all, the thick skin is not his fault.

Selectively ignoring the current sense of disobedience, Jing'an moved on with one person and one dog. They walked through the narrow narrow road in batches, and then walked along the cliff path for about ten minutes. Finally, in the misty mountain snow, they caught a glimpse of the rows of patches hanging on the cliffs. Settlement town.

"Well, we are almost at our destination. Remember what I said, later... wait."

Jing An stopped abruptly. He raised his head and sniffed vigorously.

Why is there the smell of burning wood?

The injury of the old popsicle made him unable to give full play to his advantages, and now he can only rely on Jing'an to find a way. Thinking of this, he raised his right hand and motioned to his companion behind him to pause.

At the same time, the pupils in his eyes have also been replaced with brilliant stars-like apertures.

The power of giants, the eye of wisdom.

His gaze broke through the snowy mountains in an instant, and projected into the distance-although the specific distance has not been tested very specifically, it is more than enough to observe the general situation more than a thousand meters away in terms of ability.

In this white and misty world, Jing'an constantly turned her direction and adjusted her sight range. Finally, he finally caught some strange colors.

Like the fiery red light dots floating in the night sky, they were dotted in Jing'an's sight one by one.

"This is... the fire from the fireplace?"

As the cheapest burning material in the North, it is not uncommon to cut dry branches into strips and put them in the fireplace.

But……

There should be no one in the cliff pass at all.

At least, it was empty yesterday.

Jing'an's expression became a little weird. He waved his hand, motioning to Aisha and the old popsicle behind him to find a place to correct them.

"You are all here waiting, I'll go ahead and see how things are going."

After settling down with her companions, Jing An lowered her figure and gradually approached the direction of the settlement. The terrain of Zhengdao is the most flat, but there is also no shelter. If there are people guarding the guard on the observation deck of the resident, then it will be sooner or later that Jing'an will be discovered.

In order to hide his figure, he needs to find a fulcrum from the cliff and push forward little by little.

Thinking of this, Jing An stretched out his hand and grabbed the convex stone on his head. Through the super vision of the Eye of Wisdom, while he had a panoramic view of the situation ahead, he also planned a relatively smooth route in his mind.

The light figure like a mountain antelope was tossing on the cliff. After about a few minutes, Jing An smelled a little strange smell, which made his figure stagnate slightly.

Looking up, the fist-sized fire light was clearly visible at this time.

"...Drinking?"

After being heated, inferior ale will give off a pungent sour smell, which is no stranger to Jing'an. In order to make a living, as a scavenger struggling in Mueller City, he also went to the tavern with a few of his companions and tasted these bitter low-alcohol drinks.

Why did you smell this smell suddenly?

Some doubts emerged from Jing'an's heart, and he continued to move forward until a house hanging between the cliffs slammed into his line of sight from the snow.

The sour smell became more pronounced.

He turned his head and looked around-the scout post was on the other side of the cliff, and a few vague figures could barely be seen on it, but in terms of distance, there was no need to worry about the possibility that he would be exposed.

After a brief observation, Jing'an flipped his hands and continued to climb away. After reaching a certain height, he turned around and gently inhaled a biting cold wind.

Under the premise that the situation is unknown, he must quickly collect information and return immediately after it is over to meet the old popsicle and Aisha.

The supporting arms were loosened, and under the action of gravity, Jing'an's figure immediately fell down. It is like a puppet that loses its balance and gradually falls over.

And at the moment when Jing'an seemed to be about to fall downward.

The muscles of his legs tightened at the same time.

Then, the power accumulated as a point suddenly exploded in the next moment. With a swift crackling sound, the cliff that had settled on it suddenly cracked, cracking into a few gaps between the thumbs.

And Jing'an's figure also rushed straight down under the strong reaction. Under the strong push like an arrow from the string, the surrounding flying snow was torn and blown away, and finally turned into a trace visible to the naked eye.

They hung behind Jing'an, but only left a short mark, and then disappeared into the invisible again.

However, a few breathing spaces, like a triangular roof, first saw its appearance in the wind and snow. Jing An narrowed his eyes slightly and adjusted his body shape while correcting direction.

A distance of several tens of meters will arrive in no time.

A rare building as high as five floors is fully capable of allowing Jing'an to complete the goal of an injury-free landing.

After calibrating the direction, Jing Anping stretched out his right hand. Half of his five fingers seemed to be slapped, as if they were deeply imprinted on the wooden wall on the side.

呲呲呲呲呲......

The friction between the fingertips and the wooden crafts is slightly harsh, but not obvious. And between the snow-covered world, the movement became weaker and weaker.

The rolled brown sawdust was planed up along with Jing'an's downward movement, and five unusually eye-catching marks were drawn on the side wall, but it only played a slight relief.

If this continues, he will inevitably fall into the snow below.

This is obviously somewhat different from Jing'an's plan. In order to achieve the goal of rapid infiltration, Jing'an still needs to help.

As her eyes flowed, Jing An's gaze shifted downwards, focusing on the wooden pile hanging in front of the third floor window sill.

There are dried meat products and thick coats hanging on it, which is obviously a simple device set up for the purpose of hanging.

Wooden poles that are as thick as an adult's arm should not be a problem in terms of endurance.

The body shape fell rapidly, Jing An looked at the timing, put out his hands quickly, and grabbed the thick wooden stake in one hand.

The potential energy and weight of the fall were stopped instantly, rebounded upward, and the violent pulling sensation delivered to the hands was even more vivid. This was not a problem at all for Jing'an, but it made the weight-bearing object let out a weak scream.

But with this buffer, the downward momentum was completely eliminated. After a brief trimming, Jing An let go of his hands, and the whole person fell straight on the snow on the side of the house like a light cat.

puff.

The non-slip leather boots hit the ground, compressing the snow on the soles of the feet into blocks, but only made a dull echo.

This is the last voice made by Jing'an.