A gunshot rang out, but Witt reflexively shrank his head back, so that the bullet that came straight at me only grazed the tip of his ear.

The ear was injured, and naturally there was a pain, and this pain was accompanied by a numb sensation of electric shock, which unconsciously gave him a rather bad premonition. I didn't have time to think about who the other party was, and the sense of crisis that the opponent was about to fight to the death had spread all over my body, and Witt was completely in a state of battle. At this time, the dusk is coming to an end, the wind and sand are getting stronger, and the sandstorm is about to come, making everything very unfavorable.

Through his previous "hearing and hearing", Witt concluded that the person was less than 50 meters away from him. He thought for a moment, shrank himself into the cave, and continued to dig from his hand to the inside, while filling the entrance with the excavated sand, and in a few moments he was completely hidden in the sand slope.

The enemy soon arrived as scheduled, and after a circle of traces, his eyes fell on the sand slope where the pit mark had not yet been filled by the wind and sand. The man fired at the sand marks, sending round bubble-like bullet prints on the sand, and the sand slope became completely blank, but Witt was nowhere to be seen.

The visitor couldn't help but be a little agitated, and after looking around for a while, he began to strafe the sand slope for the second time......

At that moment, the muzzle of a gun came out of the sand beneath his feet, and a group of shotshots was fired in full swing, and before the opponent could react, he was completely brought down.

Witt half-got up from the buried sand and crawled in front of his opponent, who was twitching on the ground...... He was surprised to find that this sudden opponent was dressed in exactly the same black robe as he was, and wore what he thought was a unique "thunderbolt" mask......

Witt seemed to have a very bad premonition, and he frowned and reached out to remove the mask of his dying opponent, and sure enough, ...... What he saw was a pale, ...... "self" whose life was dying.

Soon, this replica that was the same as his own touched was like a dead creature in this world, dissipating into the wind, and the wind and sand grew bigger and bigger.

Witt stood still and struggled for a moment about what had just happened, and as soon as he turned around, another gunshot rang out—this time, the bullet that had been fired from nowhere pierced Witt's shoulder, causing him to fall to his knees.

As soon as he got a little closer to the sand, the sound of footsteps walking around became clear, and Witt couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster, because judging by the sound of strange movements, it was obvious that the danger of this gradual approach was not from one or two people, or from all directions, I don't know how many opponents there were......

At the threshold of life and death, it is necessary to make considerable decisions, and Witt consciously felt that it must be very dangerous to stay where he was now, so he pricked up his ears to carefully judge the enemy's position, set a relatively safe direction, and took out the potion from his backpack to treat it, and began to retreat.

Although the sandstorm intensified, there was still a trace of dusk left in the sky, and the desert was covered by the wind and sand, and the light and shadow of the sand slopes were everywhere. Witt took the Shadow Escape technique to the extreme, jumping quickly in the shadows of the sandy slope. He soon noticed the black shadows flickering around him, the position, the form, all very similar to himself...... He began to understand that he might be besieged by a large group of "himself......

Witt tried his best to run at least 100 kilometers before dusk fell, but unfortunately he still did not shake off the siege on all sides, by this time the sky had completely darkened, the sandstorm was in full swing, and the world was a mixture of yellow and black, which was the end of the world. In such an environment, the Shadow Escape technique was ineffective, the sandstorm was too violent, and it was difficult to stand, and in the end, Witt could only crawl on the ground, with difficulty.

Even in such a harsh environment, the gunfire in the rear continued, and the pursuers would shoot at it as soon as they found an opportunity, and in order to survive, Witt kept rolling and struggling, and took the opportunity to counterattack, and even killed two more pursuers in black silhouettes.

Crawling through the sandstorm and fleeing for most of the night, Witt was physically and mentally exhausted, and just as he was about to scream in despair about what was happening, a large blur suddenly appeared in front of him......

He intuitively felt that it was a completely different place, and once again crawled towards it with all his might—yes, he had to see whether it was heaven or hell, as long as he could escape the torment of this desert, even Rashomon, and now Witt would dare to break in.

The scenery ahead gradually unfolded, and it turned out to be a dense palm leaf forest, dense enough to shelter the sandstorm, but the forest under the shade of the forest was so deep that it looked dangerous.

Witt couldn't think about it, and the gunfire behind him began again, and the danger seemed to be coming in the next second. Cover was necessary to fight back, so he sprang into action and stumbled into the desert oasis......

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Stepping into the palm forest, Witt was fascinated by the scent of nightflowers, and he stepped on the thick grass and walked for a while in another labyrinth of woods. The forest is deep, the trees look similar, and the time and space seem to be infinite, and it is easier to get lost than the desert...... Fortunately, a few gunshots rang out behind him, which brought back Witt's mind, and he knew that his pursuers were following the woods, and he was once again in a crisis where he had to find a way out......