The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Under the influence of the giant's heart, Jing'an's state has maintained its best state almost all the time. He lowered his head and glanced at his right hand-as the price of rubbing against the side wall, the nails of all five fingers tended to curl somewhat.

But it's not a big problem, as long as it is left alone, it will return to its original state within a few hours. After all, strong resilience is also one of the abilities of the Giant's Heart.

After simply adjusting his breathing, the bright golden pupils in Jing'an's eyes also disappeared at the same time. As he looked around, he stepped forward slowly until he reached the front of the house.

The huge sign was hung in front of the window sill on the second floor, and it seemed a bit skewed at this time because of the rough reinforcement with iron nails.

Bossa Tavern.

The source of the sour smell of ale comes from here.

After examining it several times, Jing'an has not been able to obtain some useful information from the surrounding area. The location of this tavern is not conspicuous, and it is not built beside the main road of the cliff pass. Instead, it is located on the edge of a cliff, which seems unusually remote.

But also thanks to this, the outposts distributed in the settlement cannot accurately capture the movement on this side. If you want to keep the concealment of intelligence gathering, starting from here is obviously the best choice.

"Inside...some movement."

Among the characteristics brought by the giant's heart, only the eye of wisdom can increase his visual senses. At the moment, he doesn't have any special ability to strengthen his hearing, so he can only obtain information in the simplest way.

I saw Jing An gradually approached the side of the tavern and turned his head, trying to catch some movement inside with his ears.

Fragmented voice.

It was mixed with inexplicable laughter, the sound of glass crashing, and a little cursing and roaring. Such a complex and non-nutritive voice made Jing'an frown slightly.

But at the same time, some information that he had to pay attention to was included in it.

"Caravan...heavy snow covers the mountain...forced to stay..."

Between just a few words, Jing'an keenly noticed something strange. But when he tried to continue the in-depth analysis, the movement inside suddenly diminished.

The wine bureau is over.

The piercing squeaking sound of the stool rubbing against the floor became one piece at this time, and even Jingan could hear it completely without any obstacles across the wall. He tried to step back a few steps, and through the frosted glass on the first floor, he caught a glimpse of the figure that was constantly turning inside.

The number is quite large, it should be...no less than ten people.

Seeing this scene, the confusion in Jing'an's heart and the moment have increased instead of decreasing.

Along the way, the figures on the sentry post are fascinating, and even the fireplace in the house is also immortal. Regardless of the angle of view, it is a settlement that is functioning normally.

Then what did he see yesterday?

Obviously yesterday, it was still a deserted look. Why did so many people pop up out of thin air in just one day?

Am I still in the dream of the phantom pathway?

If it were not for the possible exposure risks, Jingan even wanted to return to the place where he fought with another mutant yesterday—he had a very subtle feeling. If he didn’t guess wrong, the damage caused by the fight yesterday should be at this time. There is no shadow.

Reality and memory are intertwined, and the strong sense of dislocation with this moment has caused Jing'an to fall into a sluggish state for a while. After thinking about it a few times, he finally simply measured his comparison with the other party, and finally made a simple judgment.

"It's better to catch someone and go back and ask carefully."

Obviously, it is safer to conduct one-on-one private ‘communication’ on the spot at this time. But it's a pity...Jing'an doesn't know how to use northern lingua franca.

With the help of the system, he can understand without any obstacles, but he can't make complicated dictation.

Today, within a few days, Jing'an can only communicate with the simplest instructions.

If you want to communicate more deeply, you can only use Aisha's translation to fully convey his meaning.

After making up his mind, Jing'an did not hesitate anymore. He looked around and urged the Eye of Wisdom again. His eyes penetrated the shackles of the wooden wall.

By simulating the contour image of the imaging, Jing'an made the most intuitive judgment from the height, wear, and simple body shape.

"Eleven adult men, three young children, two young women..."

Thanks to the hierarchical structure of the tavern, Jing'an can easily see the situation in each house.

After a groan, he turned around until he adjusted to the window sill on the other side—under the effect of perspective, he knew that there was no one in this room.

Reached out and tried to tugged. The push-pull matte glass with uncomplicated craftsmanship does not have the concept of a latch, but is pushed open by Jing'an. Without the slightest hesitation, Jing An jumped into the room and closed the window behind her backhand.

Placed facing him were several wooden barrels piled up in the corners, exuding a sour smell, which made him frown.

After looking at it casually, after seeing the bacon and the wok hanging on the stovetop, Jing'an understood the current location somewhat.

This should be the storage room of the back kitchen.

While Jing'an was still observing, there was a sound of footsteps from far to near. Accompanied by Xixi Suosuo's whisper, it was also passed into Jing'an's ears.

"Put all these things, especially the dishes, which are covered with dried oil...remember to soak them all in the sink! Otherwise, when Father Hart sees it, you will have to get a bad scolding."

"It's okay, I'm not a ignorant kid, do you still need to remind you of this."

The two voices passed from outside the house until they pushed open the side door beside Jing'an.

"The caravan travellers have been living for almost a week now, sister, do you think they really have the money to pay?"

"Jasmine, we don’t need to worry about these things. Father Hart will have his own considerations. What's more... the business in the tavern has not been very good these years. If this continues, maybe the father will save money. Fire us."

The implication is that this ignorant little girl can converge.

"At least don't say these cold words anymore, okay?"

"Uh... well, I hope these vulgar guys won't fall back on their accounts."

"Then I will trouble you to clean up these tableware. I will go upstairs first and set up the rooms of these guests. I will come back to help you when I'm done."

After the promised response, the wooden door opened, and the sound of closing came one after another. In the back kitchen with only one person left, the woman named Jasmine lowered her body while humming an unknown ballad, and poured a large pot of hot water from the hot wooden barrel.

In order to wash away oil stains, soap and hot water are indispensable products.

And just as she finished preparing for these tasks and was about to do a big job, one of her hands suddenly extended from the back of her neck and covered her mouth.

"Shut up, otherwise, die."