Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Chapter 169 Sister
"Sister, sister..."

Tears and snot mixed into a ball, and were blown away as she ran with her head down. They all smeared on Jasmine's face, wiping out a crystal clear tear stain.

"Sister, you will be fine, definitely not..."

Although Jasmine was as shocked as Old Popsicle and Aisha about the content sent by Jing An, but for her, it was another thing that attracted her attention more.

There are no living people in the entire cliff pass.

This news almost made her hairs stand on end in an instant, and even Jasmine's body began to tremble slightly at that moment.

Worrying about her sister instantly overshadowed all her thoughts, and at the same time drove her body, causing her to rush outside without even having time to say hello to the people around her.

A gentle and caring sister.

He has always helped her, and promised to watch her married sister.

The relative with long flaxen hair had freckles on his face that were three points more dazzling than the sun.In Jasmine's already hazy vision, even her appearance began to become blurred.

No, my sister is sure to be fine.

Jasmine ran wildly all the way. She passed through the half-collapsed residential area, turned around the commercial district full of corpses, and finally came to the door of the familiar tavern panting heavily.

Bosha Tavern.

The four-storey building, which has almost covered half of her life, has not seen the slightest change at this time - amidst the turmoil in the mezzanine space, this area does not seem to have been affected by some exaggeration.

It should be that the business of the tavern is not very good.

With apprehension in her mind, Jasmine swallowed her saliva stiffly, trying to moisten her trachea that had already begun to bleed, and her mouth was filled with a fishy-sweet smell.

Reach out and push the door.

crunch.

The warm winter sun shone into the hall, rendering the bar counter, tables, chairs and benches in a hazy halo of glistening light.

"Yes, is anyone there?"

No one responded.

Jasmine walked into the hut nervously. She first rummaged through the kitchen and storage room, but could not find any trace of anyone else.Then, she slowly climbed to the second floor with cautious steps.

Due to her nervous state of mind, Jasmine didn't dare to miss even a single room.She fumbled and took out the spare key, opened the locked guest rooms one by one, and finally found a figure crouching by the window in the left compartment.

The linen shawl was clipped outside the robe, the thick snow boots were still on the feet, and the clothes on his body hadn't come off, obviously the other party wasn't ready for a rest yet.

Only through the back view, Jasmine also had some images of this guy.

He was the second in command in the overnight caravan. As the largest member, he liked to wrestle with others when he was drunk.Although he was a bit showy, he wasn't a bad guy - he even tipped Jasmine.

"gentlemen……?"

Under the tentative call, the other party did not respond in the slightest.With anxiety in her heart, Jasmine tentatively approached her step by step.

"Sir, sir? Can you hear me? Please don't joke."

The old floorboard made a creaking sound at this time, but as Jasmine moved forward, a small piece of it dented slightly at the front end.

For Jasmine, this is an all-too-common scene.But at this moment, because of the tendency to sink, it affected the figure crawling on the bed.

As soon as the man's knees loosened, he felt like a wooden barrel that had been drilled through, squeezing and pushing out all the stagnant water inside.

A thud.

With his head up, the man lay sprawled in front of Jasmine—his slightly squinted eyes were like wild dogs taking a nap.

If only these are the words, it is not enough to confirm Jing An's conjecture.But the opponent's complexion that had already started to turn blue, even turned pale, made Jasmine's face tremble uncontrollably.

Even if no one was around to remind her, Jasmine had already clearly perceived an indisputable fact.

The guy who lay down in front of him.

already dead.

"Alas!"

Jasmine, who was so nervous that she couldn't help making a sound, was so frightened that her knees gave way at this moment, Dang even fell backwards and sat down on the edge of the aisle.

dead.

Not a joke, but a real fact.

After realizing this, the blood on Jasmine's face faded instantly.She opened her mouth, but held back for a while without saying a word.She only felt that her throat began to tighten gradually, so that just a swallowing movement could torture herself extremely uncomfortable.

By the way, maybe there are others alive?
This thought overwhelmed her rationality in an instant, and Jasmine no longer cared about the guy in front of her. She frantically opened the doors of each room, but she could only see corpses with different appearances but the same pale complexion.

The third floor, the fourth floor.

There was no sign of my sister at all.

In her anxiety, Jasmine's mood began to become more and more broken.Her eyes opened again and turned slightly red, but she bit her lower lip tightly before the assassin to prevent herself from crying on the spot.

The conjectures in her heart began to become clearer, but she didn't want to continue thinking about them.

While the thoughts were surging, she had already cleaned up all the rooms in the tavern.Right now, there is only one compartment left.

This was the top-floor room where Master Hart lived, and Jasmine was not qualified to enter it without special circumstances—she didn't even have the key to this room.

last chance.

Taking a deep breath, Jasmine expels the air in her lungs out of her body, and then inhales it again, replacing the air inside with the tavern's 'specialty' with a subtle sour smell.

The sweet and greasy taste rolling in her throat almost made her dizzy, but it didn't affect her next actions.Jasmine's lips trembled slightly, she stretched out her hand, and gently pushed open the wooden door in front of her.

The high-quality handicraft products did not make the slightest sound.

Familiar interiors come into view one by one.

There are soft red handmade blankets on the floor, and processed and embalmed deer heads hang on the walls.And the place where the writing desk should have been erected was also removed because of Old Hart's wishes, and it has been empty for a long time since then.

Perhaps it was because Mr. Hart was old and frail and could not blow the wind.But he still likes to bask in the sun.

To make it easier for him, Jasmine and her sister helped him choose a reclining chair that could rock at the market—at this moment, it was also placed at the position by the window.

Nothing has changed.

Just like the old man who tilted his head slightly and lay half-slanted on the bed.

His body was covered with a thick quilt, his skinny hands were drooping on both sides of the quilt, and the soft cushion behind him supported his figure slightly, allowing Old Hart to support his skinny upper body.

It looked as if it was asleep.

But the paleness that can't be covered even with age spots is repeated more than once, emphasizing the fact.

No one survived.

(End of this chapter)