The endless yellow sand, the dimly white sun, the blue sky that seemed to change without a single change, not a single floating cloud, not a single bird in sight, a dead silence on the ground, no howl of wild beasts, only the sound of the vast desert in the scorching sun.

Baili Xiping said, Luo Jia is near here, but we have been waiting here for almost twenty days, not to mention anything else, the water source is almost gone, and there are still people attacking every night, and all of them are hovering on the verge of collapse.

Waiting, waiting like death, as if there is no end to waiting, can't help but give me a familiar feeling.

Even so, no one dared to leave the army without authorization, and acting alone in this sea of death was undoubtedly self-defeating.

Every day, every gust of wind, accompanied by the subtle movement of the sand dunes, walking in the desert is more desperate than the lack of water, is disorientation. Once this happens, nine times out of ten, you won't be able to get out.

"How long will we have to wait?!" Blue-eyed's patience was at its extreme, and he grumbled, and his men were all in a state of extreme dehydration, their lips were white and chapped, like cracked earth, and their eyes were full of anger and despair.

Baili Xiping didn't say a word, and sat there fixedly, like a statue, white gauze shrouded him in it, and only the pair of godless eyes could be seen.

There was no reply, the blue eyes were angry, and if this continued, we ourselves would start to fight among ourselves.

Actually, not only them, but I also feel that I am almost at the limit. The body is weakened by dehydration, and walking in such a dizzying sea of yellow sand seems to fall down at any moment. And I live in a water town, and suddenly I can't adapt to being in an extremely arid place for so long.

Just as the blue-eyed group of men were about to move and want to resist, a sudden gust of hot wind blew, and a huge amount of sand and dust rolled up a hundred meters away, which was more than a dozen stories high, and was moving rapidly in our direction.

Pause. Everyone panicked. Before he was freed from his thirst, he was tortured to death to escape the sudden storm.

Baili Xiping grabbed my hand and ran desperately in the direction where the sand and dust came from.

"Are you crazy?! Run back! ”

In the chaos, I tried my best to drag him in the opposite direction. But he stubbornly wanted to die. Huge winds and sand were accompanied by a loud sound. I heard his vague but almost fanatical voice mingle in the mix: "Roga! Roga! ”

It dawned on me that this storm was the gateway to the Roga.

If you don't enter the tiger gate, you will get the tiger.

Since it's hell. Then the road to the road should not be so smooth, but should be full of despair, so that it can be put to death and reborn.

The center of the storm was not as terrifying as I imagined, but very calm, I don't know if it was my delusion, I seemed to have come to another time and space, bright, cool, full of life, faint, as if there was a warm song coming from afar, mixed in the pleasant air, a hundred turns and a thousand times.

This seemingly terrible storm turned out to be just a façade.

"Baili Xiping?"

I suddenly realized that Baili Xiping, who had been dragging me with him just now, was gone, and that he was gone just a moment before I was in a daze, or rather at the same moment that I entered this other dimension.

Just as I was about to take a step, suddenly my feet were empty, and a bottomless black hole appeared underneath, and I suddenly balanced and fell straight down.

Limbs waved helplessly in the air, unable to see anything, unable to touch anything.

"Ah!!h

My shouts echoed in this place, echoes mixed with my shouts, and at the same time, under the influence of hesitating sound wave vibrations, there were copper bells one after another around me, the sound was very dense and chaotic, and I couldn't hear a little pleasing feeling, more like a curse, which made people more flustered.

In the confusion, I grabbed a chain-like thing, I didn't grasp it steadily, and I slid down more than ten meters before I could barely stabilize it, and the joints of my arms almost dislocated because of the acceleration of the fall.

I was hung on a chain as thick as my wrist, shaking back and forth, the bell was quieter, but every time I hit the wall, there would be a few sounds, and there were more copper bells hanging in all directions, and the sound was not very far from my soul bell, but it was a little less ethereal.

What the hell is this place? Roga?

This was the first thought that came to my mind, and then I thought of Baili Xiping again, and shouted his name a few times towards it, but all that answered me was a burst of bells.

The second thought in my mind was: I don't want to hang like a koala for the rest of my life, right?

I don't know how deep the hole is, but in terms of width, it could probably accommodate twenty people at the same time.

It's not a way to hang like this, and when you're isolated, you can only rely on yourself. I tried to cling to the chain and slowly descended.

Yes, down, not up.

Although I don't know how deep it is below, I understand that it should be impossible to return to the ground, and the time it just fell is not long, about ten seconds, but when I look up, there is no light at such a big hole, which can only show that the place where I fell, where has been blocked.

Speaking of which, this kind of thing is not uncommon, every time I walk into a place, it is almost like this, I can't go back, but fortunately, I am used to this routine.

What the fuck is really going to kill me?!

After so many days, my body has been in a state of extreme dehydration, and I have wasted a lot of energy under the panic just now, I can already feel my arms trembling, and the soreness in my muscles is almost at the end of my patience.

A cool and wet wind suddenly blew from below, and I took the opportunity to take several sharp breaths, and my brain suddenly became aware again, but in the current situation, it didn't help much, mainly because my body couldn't support it, not mentally.

I couldn't help but wonder if there would be a lake down there with such a cool breeze and so much humidity, and if it did, it wouldn't be fatal if it fell.

As I thought about it, the chain in my hand slipped for a while, and it was like it was covered with moss, and I couldn't grasp it firmly, and after sliding down for a long distance, something that made me desperate happened again—the chain broke.

Falling down in a big zigzag again, with the good wish that there was a lake below, his back had already hit the hard rock, and his vertebrae were about to break into the rhythm of nine whips. At the same time, after feeling a violent vibration in the brain, before I could feel the real pain, I completely lost consciousness. (To be continued.) )