Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Chapter 247 Clothes Tomb

Looking away from these wooden piles, Jing An couldn't help but sighed softly - in this cemetery that can be seen at a glance, there seems to be no reference information at all.

As Lao Mai said, how could there be traces of the tragedy that happened two months ago?
Or continue to the next place to investigate and see.

Just when Jing An was thinking like this, his keen intuition played its due role at this moment.He suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if a piece of ice was stuck on it suddenly, under the severe temperature difference, Jing An's hairs stood on end almost instantly.

Struggles between life and death several times, and participated in a wealth of experience against the enemy, the superimposed experience of the two phases is intertwined at this moment, and it has an intuitive reaction beyond the level of danger perception.Relying on this extraordinary keen intuition, Jing An realized the source of her body's reaction almost instantly.

Something was watching him.

Quickly turned around, and slightly lowered her figure—although the danger perception did not convey the slightest threat warning, Jing An also raised [-] points of caution out of prudent considerations to deal with all possible accidents that may happen next.

But in this empty cemetery, there is no abnormal phenomenon.Apart from the wildly dancing snow and cold wind, there is no other moving thing.

If it was an ordinary person, they would probably feel that they were too sensitive at this time, so they would give up and continue searching.But for Jing An, he has a great sense of trust in his intuition.

This is the sublimation result based on the adventure experience so far, and participates in the integration of the system.In terms of content, almost the entire Federation will have a more 'sharp' intuition than him.

So at this moment, Jing'an is concentrating more and more, so that her eyes can completely penetrate the obstacles dancing in the air, and see all the scenes around her clearly.

Then, Jing'an caught a glimpse of a 'familiar' object.

It was a strange-shaped object hanging in the corner of the cemetery. On a slender wooden tomb, there was a black and white...

eyeball.

The black pupils, like dead fish, reflected a deep light at this moment, constantly stimulating Jing'an's nerves with an emotionless yet numbing sense.

Seeing this scene, Jing An couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly.

"This is……"

It was almost the same as the foreign object that was glimpsed in the hotel at that time, but... there were some differences.But after hesitating for a while, Jing'an came to her senses.

This should be the difference between the left eye and the right eye.

But why does this thing appear in such a place?Obviously it appeared once before... Considering that the frequency of the other party appearing beside her was a bit exaggerated, Jing An took a breath of air-conditioning lightly.

Are you following me?
"You...what the hell are you?"

The low tone of voice could not break through the blockade created by the wind and snow, but even so, Jing An was still determined that her voice could be completely transmitted into the other party's consciousness—it doesn't matter if the language is different, the most important thing is a little.

It is the attitude of releasing to the other party and being willing to communicate.

But even though Jing'an had sent out friendly signals, he still didn't intend to relax his vigilance in the slightest.Because she has personally experienced the bewitching power of the 'eyeballs', Jing An can only be more careful at such moments and act cautiously to avoid accidents.

So under such circumstances, he didn't try to get close to the other party in the first place.

For some unknown reason, the eyeball did not react in any way to Jing'an's signal. It was like a dead object, without any movement.

And just when Jing An was pondering whether she should make a further attempt, that eyeball... suddenly faded away.

Like a faded canvas, the black and white coloring becomes shallow and transparent in an instant.But in a short while, it completely merged with the wooden stake next to it, and there was no trace of it anymore.

"……Disappeared?"

Jing'an's expression suddenly became strange.

This vague attitude towards the other party made Jing An very confused at this moment—whether it was hostility or kindness, it was better than this very neutral way of treating her.

A fight can allow Jing'an to learn more about the other party's specific information.

Proper communication can also allow him to understand the other party's demands or needs through conventional means.

No matter which one is the way to resolve the conflict, but at this moment, the other party has chosen a very negative attitude, which makes Jing An feel a little... incomprehensible.

The feeling of being spied on has disappeared, which also means that the organs on 'Meili' have given up tracking Jing An.After briefly thinking about it, Jing An walked forward slowly until she reached the edge of the 'grave' left in the corner.

It wasn't until she got closer that Jing'an realized that this wooden stake was...more slender and lighter in color than other 'similar' ones.

"Wood that does not meet the age requirement, is it directly processed into products..."

Generally speaking, this kind of thing will be regarded as a defective product, so it will not be left in the market.The appearance of this kind of 'grave' almost at the same time means that the resources that the buried person had before his life were not too rich.

After looking at it for a while, Jing An finally turned her gaze back to the signature on the wooden post.

'Poor beauty'

'A 15-year-old girl'

'May your soul be favored by God Agatha, and enjoy joy forever in heaven'

Compared with the content left by others, this 'grave' at the moment is simple and straightforward.But at the same time, it also made Jing An feel a little surprised.

As Old Mai mentioned, Meili is a foreigner, and she is destined not to be buried in this small town.And in his dictation, the poor guy didn't even leave his bones.

But... Who did this grave now?
Jing'an's gaze shifted, and finally landed on the floating soil under her feet.Through observation, he found that this small piece of land was not compact, compared to other grave mounds, it seemed a little loose, and... not so tight.

If you want to bury a person well, you won't be thrown away by the beasts that come after hearing the news, and your corpse will be left in the wilderness.In this environment, it is necessary to bury deeply and fill up this necessary process.

Obviously, this humble tomb has not been able to achieve this level.

………………

Do you want to dig it out?
(End of this chapter)