Except for the time when he crossed the plane halfway, when Zijing entered the plot world, his consciousness was completely in an extremely clear state.
Because it is her own body, she does not need the soul to run in with the original owner's body, and there is no discomfort.
It's just that What the hell is this big, dirty, torn pocket on my back?
Resist the urge to immediately throw the burden off your back, and immediately open your attribute value panel.
Immediately, a three-dimensional three-dimensional image was presented in the sea of knowledge.
The old woman, with her thin, glittered hair, and wrinkled face, was what she was now Ziqing's consciousness immediately shifted to the introduction of the attribute value next to it.
When he saw that those numbers were not bad, Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it's okay, except for the appearance that looks a little bit like that, the attribute value is not bad, she is herself.
Ziqing paused a little just now, and immediately exchanged the dissatisfaction of the people behind her, pushed the big pocket on her back, and shouted impatiently, "You dead old woman want to go quickly, really, what are you still tossing here at such an age?"
Ziqing lowered his head and stepped aside, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
But I muttered in my heart, these young people are really energetic, let you fight, let you rob, my old woman is not as knowledgeable as you.
Ziqing pretended to be overwhelmed and put the large pocket on her back on the ground.
Glancing at this behemoth, this system is really caring, in order to conform to Ziqing's identity as a scavenging old lady now, she specially prepared this big snakeskin pocket for her, tied it with a rope, and the two pocket corners below were also tied with ropes, making a simple backpack to carry on her body.
The pockets are big and heavy, well, it is indeed very heavy for her, a malnourished old woman who looks like a thin person, in fact, Ziqing's current physical fitness has reached the intermediate level, and she is only a little closer to entering the advanced level, compared to ordinary people, it is not an exaggeration to say that the strength is infinite, and ten more such bags can be easily lifted.
She didn't want to match her appearance, so her high-level acting skills naturally showed her most reasonable state now.
The people behind him did not hesitate to bypass Ziqing, followed closely in front of the team, no one paid attention to her, a "dead old woman", and even kicked the very obstructive pocket twice when passing by, gouged out his eyes in disgust, and muttered a few words.
As soon as he entered the task, Ziqing did not immediately let go of his divine sense, but fully stretched out his spiritual power, stood beside him, and took the opportunity to rest to observe the surrounding situation.
Because from the plot introduction, in addition to a general introduction to the pattern of the whole world, there is no knowledge of the real abilities of parasitic beasts.
According to Ziqing's speculation, since these parasitic beasts can cross the stars and occupy the entire human planet without a sound, I am afraid that it is not as simple as just taking away the human body, there must be other more powerful skills.
Now that the disparity between the strength of the enemy and the enemy is unknown, if you rashly release your divine sense, the other party senses it, and then lists it as a "key" object of attention, wouldn't it be asking for trouble.
According to the rules of the plot cut-off, as long as the player does not have a special request to advance the time, it will generally be used as the entry point of the task two hours before the incident.
So, at least for a while, it's relatively safe.
Ziqing was vigilant while observing the situation outside.
At the same time, you will reconfirm your information.
There is no change in physical attribute values and skills, and the farm space can also be used normally Since you can use the portable space, it means that the laws of this plot world allow it, and it means that these parasitic beasts also have similar magical powers.
Thinking of this, Ziqing couldn't help but become more cautious.
The crowd walked along the road, and the sight was desolate.
Occasionally, a few cars were unloaded on the road, or crashed into a pile, or crooked on the side of the road, deformed bodies, cocked hoods, covered with a thick layer of dust from the sun and rain.
There were no traces of blood, no ordinary post-apocalyptic carrions and skeletons, except for the occasional human clothes, shoes, socks, etc., scattered on the ground, indicating what had happened here.
For the rest, nothing remains.
Looking into the distance, it was originally a fertile field, but because it was not taken care of for half a year, the crops had already been flooded by lush weeds, which looked lush and green, but it was even more sad.
Ziqing learned from the plot introduction that it was less than half a year since the fall of the "Meteor", and the originally busy and vibrant world has become so bleak and dead.
There were more than 20 survivors in their group of fleeing, carrying or pulling packages and suitcases, etc., looking terrified and guarded, but they pushed and shoved each other and squeezed each other, carefully interspersed through the rubble of the car accident.
At a glance, there are men, women and children.
From their dress and demeanor, Ziqing can roughly see the work and identity they were originally engaged in.
Businessmen, civil servants, white-collar workers, homeless people, and students.
At the front is a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, and the woman who follows him next to him hugs her slightly bulging belly.
A man in his thirties, slightly blessed, exuding the breath of a successful man, a woman with a pale face, carrying a big backpack on her back, and holding a two- or three-year-old child in her arms very hard, two old men in their fifties, because they are well-maintained and well-dressed, they look much younger and more moisturized than Ziqing, a bad old woman.
Then there were five men in their thirties and forties, relatively short and lean, with a gloomy shrewdness.
Then there were two girls in their twenties, one wearing an ankle-length dress, long hair shawl, and pure light makeup, and the other was wearing shirts and jeans and sneakers, with slightly dark skin and slightly short and chubby.
It can be seen that the long skirt of the women's team in the shirt is very careful, carrying both of their bags on their backs, and supporting each other, as well as appeasing each other's fragile and squeamish complaints at any time.
As soon as Ziqing stopped, a few people behind her walked past her and walked forward.
A man with glasses with a thin body and a somewhat lame leg, a man with a big belly and a face that is angry with a superior person.
Then a smartly dressed middle-aged woman, carrying a backpack and holding a teenage girl tightly in one hand, walked up to Ziqing's side, hesitated, and saw that she wanted to say something comforting or encouraging to Ziqing.
At this time, the woman who followed closely behind pushed her, and shouted impatiently: "What are you rubbing, you can't get used to it, you are so kind, you carry people away."
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