The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Run away.

Simple and easy to understand, even just by hearing these two words, you can fully understand the meaning of the group of words.

There is no doubt that Guan Hu must know more. But Jing'an couldn't make any more reaction. The thin man in front of him gradually blurred his figure like a spreading water pattern.

Boo.

There was a soft sound that seemed to burst like a bubble, and the whole world fell into a short period of stagnation at this time. Afterwards, the general upside-down touch of heaven and earth poured into Jing'an's heart again.

The mezzanine space collapsed.

Because Guanhu, as the main body, has completed his due mission.

In fact, in a strict sense, this ‘pipe tiger’ living in the mezzanine space has broken away from the most basic life form. He is just another living entity attached to memory, if he insists on describing it...

The man right now is consistent with the previous system that relied on information flow to build a platform.

But the real Guanhu had already died in the secret operation of Winterhold.

Leaving aside the annoyed mentality caused by his own mistakes, Jing'an had only a little sad thoughts about the duplicating life form in front of him.

I don't know what it thought when the system was disconnected.

Whether it's the tiger in front of you, or the system that relies on the ‘rebirth’ of information flow. They are all for a goal, so they do their best, only a short flash in a moment.

But this mood only lasted for a while. After a brief pause, Jing'an noticed a surprising fact.

After the twisted sensing that the world turned upside down, the expected sense of indulgence did not come—an island independent of the land sank. As far as the inhabitants on it are concerned, except for the re-drowning into the ocean. , How can other things happen?

Jing'an looked up and looked around. But I only saw the unchanging mountains and snow, and the empty buildings that were still empty, leaving only traces of life.

Nothing has changed in the slightest, as if it had just collapsed with Guanhu's mental body, and the space that dissipated was just a simulated imaging, a highly simulated phantom.

How could this be?

Jing'an couldn't help being slightly stunned.

This was completely different from the rest of the system, and even subverted all of Jing'an's cognition in an instant.

Relying on Guanhu's mutation ability, the mezzanine space built should have collapsed.

So where is he now?

No... No, something should be misunderstood. Jing'an noticed something strange, he forced himself to calm down and tried to analyze something.

First of all.

The information of the system is absolutely impossible to have problems.

So far, apart from the probability-related information, the system has not transmitted any formal errors to Jing'an.

At the same time, Jing'an has no reason to doubt the intentions of the system. There is absolutely no possibility of concealment between the two as close as a lotus.

Then by analogy, there is only one possibility left.

Jing An raised his head halfway, and looked at the sky above the snowy mountains. He stretched out his hand flat and took a small piece of ice crystals and snowflakes from the air. The cold touch that melted at the start made Jing'an show a thoughtful expression.

Think about it from another angle.

If the mezzanine space cast by Guan Hu's is not an illusion.

Maybe... he was also blinded in it, so that he didn't even know the current situation?

"The mezzanine space deposited by Guanhu is not based on the material world... but it has found another alien space."

The island visible to the naked eye is not the end.

Hidden in the shadows, until the foundation is broken, the real form is revealed, this is the unknown mezzanine space right now. Jing'an stepped forward, came to the area where Guan Hu had disappeared, and squatted down, and put out his hands like groping, trying to find some traces.

"There is nothing left..."

This also means that Guan Hu has completely lost all his chips. He is like a gambler who has lost his money bag, and can only accept the most miserable fate.

He will be led by the power of rules until he disappears into this world-a soulless guy, even Jing An doesn't know where he will go.

In such a realistic environment, Jing'an's thinking has also changed a little.

"I took it for granted... Energy of this magnitude, even a level 3 mutant can't be driven like an arm."

In other words.

All the masters of this mezzanine space have not yet appeared.

But even so, the ability displayed by the opponent has far surpassed the level of a Level 3 mutant.

If you insist on describing one or two, based on Jing'an's current knowledge, perhaps only whales can compare with them.

Nesting level, or evolution beasts above level.

Or it is far beyond the 3rd level of mutation direction, a stronger mutation.

Obviously, I entered the mezzanine space with the goal of solving the problem, but I never thought about it... The confusion kept increasing.

It seems that it is too reluctant to explore this degree of privacy without the help of the system. By now, Jing'an has felt obvious resistance.

The inadequacy of the heart can completely describe the state of mind at the moment.

"Look again...maybe you can find other useful information."

But just as Jing'an was thinking like this, the pocket watch placed on her chest made a movement. A slight sense of vibration came through the clothes, sending him a vital message.

Time is running out, in order to ensure his own safety, he must go back immediately.

Different from the material world in the conventional sense, the mezzanine belonging to an independent space has a special nature. Except for the master as the main body, no living thing can stay here for long—unless Jing'an wants to be assimilated and become a node in the surrounding environment.

Loss of the body, the ability to act, and even think. The assimilated creatures will only belong to this unique mezzanine space.

Just using slaves is not enough to sum up one ten thousandth of such a miserable end.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jing An immediately stood up from the ground. He followed the route he had come back all the way to the square hut that belonged to Jasmine.

Lie flat on the bed, Jing An adjusts her breathing while allowing herself to re-enter the internal circulation like a turtle's breath.

It's like jumping from land to ocean.

The feeling of addiction surged up like a tide, and in just an instant, it completely swallowed all Jing'an's consciousness. He seemed to be immersed in warm amniotic fluid, trying to move his limbs while looking for his way home.

If it just scurrying around like a headless fly, getting lost in the journey and becoming a wandering consciousness is the end of Jing'an.

Fortunately, he was already prepared.