Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Chapter 114 Church
After exhorting one person and one dog, Jing An turned back to her room.He put some short-handled, conveniently concealed weapons between his sleeves, then turned around and went to the door, and clamped a black hair that he had just plucked from the old Popsicle on the lock.

Look up and down to make sure there are no blind spots.After finishing all the matters, Jing'an walked straight through the corridor until he opened the door of the hut.

Warm and cold were intersecting at this moment, and the biting cold wind blew in the face, but it failed to have the slightest impact on Jing'an.After closing the door, Jing'an was alert to her surroundings and walked quickly in the expected direction.

It's not wandering aimlessly.

On the contrary, Jing'an has a clear goal at this time.

Pass through the bustling avenue, and stagger the bungalow area full of people.Jing'an walked all the way to the depths of the settlement until she came to a slightly abrupt boundary.

It was a small chapel separated between the residence and the business, and the layout of the front and back was only more than ten meters wide, which looked very simple.But relying on the ups and downs of the terrain, it has risen several meters out of thin air, which is quite eye-catching.

Since we can't find clues from the residents, then adjust our thinking and try to use other methods to find out.Like...faith.

Originated from the memory of Jing An's previous life, he himself is not interested in these strange things.But under the premise that any clues now point to a dead end, he can only try to go through other directions, and then find the fragments that can piece together the secret.

If you still can't find a clue, forget it.

After all, the time is limited until tonight.

Thinking of this, Jing An stood in front of the small church and stopped to watch without saying a word.

Church buildings like this are actually the most common in the northern regions.Unlike the atmosphere in the south, many residents in the bitter cold of the north are more willing to believe in the existence of gods.

Feixue is an eternal anger.

Chunyang is a rare gift in a hundred years.

Such extreme weather and manifestations can be understood and enshrined through human explanations.And this is the normal performance of the people living in the north.

It's just... the locals who have lived in this cliff pass for a long time don't seem to believe in this statement.

What I asked Aisha to ask Jasmine on her behalf was actually about the distribution of local churches.

"Is this the only one?"

If there is really an altar enshrining a certain god inside, then she will also feel a little sad for her downfall... Jingan looked around twice, trying to see something famous from the outside of the building, and finally But all I could see was the ring of frost and snow that was frozen into transparent ice crystals hanging on the edge of the eaves, and a few evergreen and undefeated willow pines.

While Jing An continued to observe, suddenly, the wooden door in front of him was pushed halfway open.

First, a thin black wooden stick protruded from the dim door. Although the kerosene lamp attached to it was dim, it also illuminated the right hand holding the lamp.

Wrinkled, rough skin is as thin as a century-old tree.The white inner sleeves were pulled up, making the already thin wrist even more slender.The color was slightly faded after washing, and the wrinkled black wide sleeves were wrapped on the outside. The solemn and quiet pure black would not make the old man look too thin.

"Oh, why is there still someone outside?"

It was an aging face matching the hands, loose flesh, sunken lips due to missing teeth, and silver hair that seemed to blend in with the background, and...a pair of azure blue, but slightly Cloudy eyes.She seemed a little surprised, so she subconsciously turned her wrist and brought the lantern closer to the two of them.

"Is it a homeless wanderer? It's so pitiful... Come in quickly, there is still the hot soup left in the morning and the stove that was just lit."

...There seems to be some subtle misunderstanding.

"No, I'm not some bum."

After responding subconsciously, Jing'an was shocked to realize a problem - what he just said was the common language of the South.

"Oh, that's very embarrassing. I misunderstood you, sir."

Surprisingly, there was no communication barrier between the two.

Jing'an couldn't help raising his eyebrows, he kept looking at the old woman in front of him, but he couldn't understand what she was thinking.

"Hehe, don't look at me like this. I also lived in the south when I was young. The city-state is rich in supplies, and it is indeed much more comfortable than the poor northern border."

Speaking of this, the old woman's eyelids curved slightly, and in those cloudy blue eyes, an inexplicable smile was brewing and became more and more obvious.

"Standing outside all the time, no matter how strong a person is, he can't stand the cold. Young man, are you interested in coming in and taking a look?"

Saying that, the old woman shrank half of her body towards the room.Only the long pole hanging from the kerosene lamp remained outside, like a bait for a deep-sea fish, swaying in the wind, making sour squeaks.

Want to go in?

It was just a simple exchange, and Jing'an also noticed something strange, as if this old woman was different from the usual residents.

In her hands, Jing'an may be able to obtain some unexpected information.

A little subtle feeling floated from Jing An's heart.

After hesitating for a moment, he made a decision.I saw Jing An walking forward slowly, choosing to accept this sudden invitation.

As Jing'an walked into the church, the heavy door closed in response.The footprints symbolizing traces were quickly covered under the snow and wind, until they disappeared without a trace.

It's like... no one has ever been here before.

The two walked through the deep corridor, and in the empty corridor, the floor that seemed to have been deliberately processed was not only slippery, but the thick soles of the shoes stepped on it, and it would make extremely exaggerated noises.

"Do any believers usually come here?"

"Not so much. After all, the residents of the cliff pass don't really believe in these weird things."

No clergyman has ever described himself in this way.

Jing An couldn't help but look at the old woman a few more times.

But the other party has been walking to the depths, her footsteps are light and slow, compared with Jing An's heavy and muffled movement, her footsteps are like a superficial, only a little crisp movement .

"There are more and more businessmen coming and going, and the abundance and novelty brought by the south are enough to make many young people realize. There are more colorful places in this world, and they don't have to continue to suffer in this poor land. "

"There is no need to believe in the will of God Agatha."

It's this name again.

Jing'an followed the light carried by the old woman and relied on the distorted light projected by the frosted glass above her head to keep looking at the murals around her.

In his opinion, this is not the arrangement that a normal church would display.

A flying unicorn, a thick one-eyed ogre, an illusory ice monster like a mist, and a strange evolutionary beast, such characters that only appear in fairy tales are all imprinted on the screen at this moment. In the corridors on both sides, mysterious and weird traces were left.

(End of this chapter)