Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Chapter 62 The Settlement
Town of Dunkel.

Located in the northwest of Hu Jingcheng, with the protection of two cliffs, this small settlement, which can accommodate more than 700 people, survived.

The small town is sandwiched in a mountain stream, with only a narrow path connecting it to the front and back.In an era when humanities still exist and science and technology are equally important, it is undoubtedly a symbol of backwardness.

But in the post-disaster modern age, it is a perfect small settlement.

And now, it is late at night, when the wind and snow are raging.Even hunters who make a living by hunting are hiding at home and keeping warm behind closed doors.

At night, it was the domain of Agatha, the Snow God.

No one can challenge the divine power of nature - with very few exceptions.

Dangdangdang!

The bronze bell hanging from a high place was rang, and the sound penetrated the door panels, cotton batting and bedding, until the yellow oil lamps were lit up in the house.

The awakened town ushered in unexpected guests in the middle of the night.

Residents with different responsibilities pushed open the door one after another with expressions of haste. Under the raging wind and snow, their blurred vision could barely see Liaotai not far away.

"Come here! Come quickly, bring the hot water and food! There are wounded people coming to the town!"

Pots of hot water and warm soup were delivered to the hungry and cold little guys. They didn't care about thanking them at all, so they quickly poured them into their stomachs.

warm environment.

Concerned gaze.

On the premise that they clearly knew that they were safe, these little guys finally couldn't hold back anymore, and started crying to the townspeople.

The crowd was full of people.

But he didn't have much contact with Jing'an. He was wearing a velvet robe sent by a kind-hearted person, and he was sitting in a corner of the living room with no expression on his face.

As one of the few high-lying areas in the town, through the window sill of the living room, Jing'an can catch a glimpse of the distribution and communities of the whole town.He pursed his lips and wiped it on his neck.

The ice crystals fell on her body, and the melted snow brought a little body temperature, and it was slightly warm in Jing'an's hands.

And the old Popsicle leaned beside him, rubbed his head against Jing An's trouser legs, and let out a comfortable whimper.

"I should have completed your commission, right?"

Aisha, who was holding a bowl of warm kudzu soup in her hand and was about to hand it to Jing'an, couldn't help but stop after hearing this.

"Yes sir! I am very grateful for your help."

Just expressing it in words is not even enough to express one-thousandth of Aisha's gratitude.The so-called nothing in return may be used to describe her current mood.

She opened her mouth slightly excitedly, and just when she was about to pass the warm soup in her hands to Jing An, a hearty voice came from behind the two of them.

"Sir, you must be the one who rescued these little guys?"

It was a tall, stocky figure.With a height of more than two meters, Jing An even had to raise her head slightly to look at each other.He was covered with a fluffy robe, and the leather boots that were probably new under his feet creaked as they stepped on the floor.

There are wrinkles of different sizes across his face, and the rough skin like bark exudes a vicissitudes of life.But his eyes were a dark blue, just like Aisha on the side.

Highland blood.

"you are?"

"The person in charge of Dunkel Town, just call me McCree."

The old popsicle lying on the floor just pricked up his ears at this time. His eyes were staring straight at McCree, and he felt some familiar aura on his body - he was the same kind of person as Jing'an. .

Jing An nodded, and stood up noncommittal.

"Chat somewhere else?"

"If it is convenient for you, sir."

The exchange like an encrypted call made Aisha on the side show a somewhat confused expression, but before she could ask, Jing An had already taken off the fleece robe on her body—the fine hair was wetted by the warm rain, and the hair clinging to her body The touch reminded him of the stinky layer of fat on a siren.

"Aisha, you can save this soup for yourself, and rest here today. I will come to you early tomorrow morning... Take a good rest tonight."

Under the guidance of McRae, one person and one dog went straight to the outside of the house, leaving only Aisha who was still a little dazed.Fortunately, the residents of the small town were very enthusiastic. After a while, she was led by the peasant woman and went to find a room to rest.

Passing through the corridor and passing through an unobstructed path, Jing An followed behind McCree without saying a word, and kept looking at the tall and strong man.

Mutants.

Not uncommon.

But... According to Jing An's understanding, the number of registered mutants in the entire Federation is only four digits.Generally speaking, these guys with superhuman abilities are almost all loyal to the city-state organization, and they rarely appear in such sparsely populated places.

The reason for such a firm attitude is Jiang Yue's memory.In the process of reading, Jing An completely understood all the mutant rules in the Federal District.

"Speaking of which, I don't know the gentleman's name yet, do I?"

McCree didn't look back, his figure became taller and stronger in the snowstorm.

"Just call me Jing'an."

After a brief exchange, Jing An and McCree stopped in front of an arched building.

"Hmm~ Very good name, I like it very much. Okay, please come in, sir."

The creaking wooden door was pushed open, revealing the slightly crude furnishings inside.

Long tables, wooden chairs, and... Rows of beautifully decorated and meticulously crafted display cabinets.

After briefly surveying the surrounding environment, Jing An sat down on the side of the door.And the accompanying old Popsicle, at this time, restrained his curiosity and sat beside Jing An.

"Long story short, McCree. What can I do for you?"

Although there is still room for time, Jing'an doesn't want to have any contact with the stranger in front of her—but where mutants are involved, there will be some tricks hidden.

"Brother, don't be in a hurry. How about a couple of glasses first? I have a few bottles of fine wine here, but they are all precious things collected before the disaster."

Jing An shook her head, not polite at all.

"Thank you, I don't drink."

The atmosphere became a little stiff in an instant, McCree's smile was like frost, frozen in a strange arc,

"Haha, my brother is indeed an interesting person~ Then... let me make a long story short."

He grinned and choked out a few words from his throat.

"The tragedy in the small town of Kelasong really wasn't your work?"

Snapped!
The window sill on the side was blown open by the piercing cold wind, and the wind filled with ice crystals and chill kept pouring into it, reducing the temperature of the room to freezing point in an instant.

Jing An raised her eyelids slightly, and looked at McCree.

"I didn't do it."

There is no need for excuses and explanations, and Jing An is not even interested in explaining the sudden questions that have no reason.

"I'm done, is there anything else?"

"Hey, of course it's gone. I understand my brother's temper. It seems that you are also a guy with a lot of personality."

McRae grinned, he half raised his arms, and danced around, as if he wanted to explain something.

"If you don't do it, surely you won't be able to ask anything?"

Immediately, a fuzzy black shadow pierced from McCree's chest, and rushed straight towards Jing'an's face.

(End of this chapter)