After listening to the statements of the three people, the Holy Spirit said lightly: "Okay." ”

The word "good" suddenly rose in my ears and dissipated into an echo, as if I suddenly pulled myself away from time and space, and scattered my thoughts......

When Witt came back to his senses, the wind and sand blew, and his sight had changed from white to yellow, to a scene that belonged to the scorching desert. He steadied, shook his head, and forced himself to concentrate, knowing that the trial of the Holy Spirit had begun.

Because of the lack of explanation, Witt knew where the end of this trial would be, and what the Holy Spirit was going to test. After stabilizing his mind, he also knew that the first step was to think, so he looked around-

The sand in this place is endless, the land is boundless, and when the wind suddenly rises, the heat wave rolls in there, and at a glance, there is nothing to see except the yellow sand spread out one after another, and there seems to be no doubt about the ordinary desert.

[Is walking out of the barren desert even if you pass the trial? With this speculation in mind, Wittur decided to try to explore the direction.

Since everything looked the same on all sides, he thought and thought, assuming that it was morning according to the temperature and the sun, and that the direction of the sun should be east, so he began to walk towards the east, but in fact he just wanted to gamble and guess the direction by feeling.

No matter which direction you went, the desert was blazing with blazing sun, and Witt had to put on a mask and wrap his black robe tightly to prevent his skin from being burned. Without a goal and uncertain direction, the feeling of vastness created by the endless yellow sand makes my heart feel a little flustered...... Witt had to try to observe the environment to seek a breakthrough, while constantly cheering himself up, maintaining a fairly fast pace, so that he walked all day, seeing the sky covered with stars and moons, the temperature plummeted, and the wind and sand became bigger and bigger.

After walking for a day, I didn't drink half a drop of water, I didn't eat half a penny, but fortunately I was in the game world, otherwise people would have collapsed a long time ago. However, even in this game, there is still a sense of fatigue and hunger, even if he has now changed to a blood crow, and his physical strength has not improved a little, but it is also extremely exhausting in this desert...... At this time, Witt actually felt the fatigue and hunger that he had not felt for a long time.

This discomfort forced Witt to sit down to rest and adjust, ready to dig out the food in his backpack to feed himself. At this time, the wind and sand have begun to blow, getting bigger and bigger, and it seems that there is a bit of momentum of a sandstorm. Witt shifted his body and swallowed a loaf of hazelnut bread as he slid down the sand slope, ready for the ravages of the sandstorm. Sure enough, it didn't take long for the entire sky to be buried by yellow sand......

The sandstorm struck so violently that it almost completely obscured the view and buried Witt's body at a considerable speed. In order not to bury himself completely alive in the sand, he had to keep throwing himself on the sand, and he struggled all night...... When the wind and sand gradually dissipated, revealing the morning light, Witt, who was half-buried in the sand, rolled on the ground and struggled to get up, took off his mask and spit out a wisp of sand flowing in, put on his mask again, wrapped himself tightly in his black robe, and continued to set off.

The next day's daylight looked the same as yesterday's, the flames were scorching, the sun was dazzling, and it gave people a lot of pressure. There was still no breakthrough during the day, except for the yellow sand and the scorching sun. The end of the dull day was the end of the night, and Witt's tiredness and hunger were stronger than yesterday's, but the sandstorm came again not long after he had eaten, like a fixture.

In such a harsh environment, it is impossible to rest his mind, and Witt has been fluttering all night, and his heart is becoming more and more anxious, and he can't find a solution, which makes him have a very bad premonition.

Sure enough, the day after the sandstorm this night was not harvested, the sun was still strong, the desert was still boundless, and there was still no harvest everywhere...... Before the night came, he had already guessed that the sandstorm would come, so he dug a hole in the middle of the sandy slope in advance, and planned to stay in it for a while tonight, even if the sandstorm buried him alive, the tiring way of climbing the pit would have to be left until tomorrow.

The pit was dug quickly. It was still dusk, and he swallowed a loaf of bread in it, drank a little ice water, which was very good at quenching his thirst, and prepared to lie down on his back in the cave and rest for a while, so as to calm his increasingly restless mood...... He kept reminding himself that this was only a trial, that difficulties were inevitable, and that it was only possible to solve them by calmly thinking about the Holy Spirit's intentions.

[Calm down, Witt, you have to be calm. He leaned against the edge of the wall on the inside of the sand cave and closed his eyes for a short rest, when suddenly, as if he heard the sound of ropes outside except for the wind and sand......

The Gunslinger profession is born with a good ear, and after changing to the Blood Raven, this ability has been greatly improved. Now, as long as he concentrated, he could hear a sound from a distance of kilometers. Naturally, it will be sensitive to abnormal noises in this cookie-cutter boring environment.

Sensing that the sound should be the footsteps of someone who came, he slowly revealed half of his face and looked out of the cave—