The yellow sand roared, and the little witch continued to move forward with difficulty.

After taking a sip of water and eating the bugs in the can, her physical energy recovered a little.

Taking advantage of this physical fitness, she worked hard to move forward.

Only the front is hope!

Day 9... Day 10... Day 15.

After entering the Sahara Desert on the eleventh day, the little witch fell into an unprecedented desperate situation.

Because at this moment, her canned food can no longer raise insects. The wound on her body was even more cracked due to the hot weather.

She couldn't even urinate.

"Liu Mang, little witch, so hungry. The little witch is so thirsty. The little witch wants to sleep." Looking at the endless yellow sand, the little witch was truly desperate for the first time.

Because, she felt that she could not get out of this desperate desert.

Her weight has dropped to the extreme, only 60 kilograms.

She now has nothing to eat in her body. In this piece of yellow sand, she can't find anything to supplement her physical fitness unless she eats the meat on her body.

But if this is the case, it's just a poison to quench thirst

"Cough cough. So... So thirsty! So tired!" The little witch coughed, and when she coughed, her mouth was bleeding.

She felt that her internal organs were about torn apart.

She stuck out her tongue and licked the trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. It did not make her feel any relief, but instead made her feel more and more thirsty.

At this time, let alone the toxin cactus, even a single hay can't be seen.

The sight of it was the vast golden desert and sand pile. The sky in the distance was turbid, and the little witch guessed that it was the prelude to the terrifying sandstorm coming.

In the past half a month, she has encountered several terrible dust explosions, but she has survived by chance.

However, this time, her heart was filled with uncertainty.

The sky in the distance was too turbid, almost yellow sand was connected to the sky.

She is extremely weak now. If a sandstorm strikes, she is likely to be submerged and buried here.

"Cough cough!" The little witch coughed lightly again. The moment she coughed, she quickly covered her mouth with her hands. The purpose of this action was to fear that the coughed blood would fly to the ground and waste it.

For her nowadays, any liquid is more precious than gold. Blood is no exception, even her own blood.

After recovering slightly, the little witch spread her hands gently, and the palm of her hand was already covered in blood.

And that blood red is not blood for the little witch, but like a pool of cool well water.

The moment she spread her palms, she bent down and licked the blood completely. In fact, drinking water cannot quench thirst, and it may even make it worse. However, the little witch can no longer care about so much.

After licking the blood in his hand, the little witch glanced behind him.

Behind me, there was only an endless piece of yellow sand. The place I just walked through had already been covered with yellow sand.

"Let's go! As long as you have a little strength, I will leave!"

"At the beginning, Liu Mang had a gunshot in his body, and there was no food or drink on his body. He could hold on in the northwest desert for a month. I have only been walking for half a month now, only half of his time."

After a glance behind her, she moved forward again.

At this moment, she could only think of Liu Mang in her mind... Only Liu Mang gave her the power to go on.

Rumble!

In the evening, the terrifying sandstorm finally swept towards her.

Come.

She was swept directly by the storm...without any resistance.

The violent sandstorm made her eyes dim.

When the sandstorm passed, a figure lay in the yellow sand in the sky... motionless.

When night fell, the figure still remained unmoved, as if it had no breath.

It's late at night.

The temperature difference in the desert is particularly large, and it is obviously three or four degrees at noon, but it is only more than ten degrees at night.

However, such a low temperature still failed to wake up the person lying in the desert.

The night is spent in silence.

At noon the next day, the figure that seemed to be dead suddenly moved slightly.

Then he sat on the yellow sand with difficulty.

"I... haven't died yet?" The little witch looked at the sky

The sun murmured.

His eyes looked into the distance.

"Does God want me to die?"

The little witch continued to murmur.

She thought that the training she received at the Purgatory Base was the most terrifying and cruelest training in the world, but at this moment, she knew that she was simply paradise in Purgatory... This is Purgatory.

"Xiao Min, where are you now? Have you returned to the base?"

At this moment, a petite figure appeared in the little witch's mind. It was her partner, Xiao Min. No, it should be said that she was her former partner.

"Haha! Unexpectedly, I was abandoned and betrayed by someone who called me one by one!"

"Is the killer...ruthless?"

A bitterness appeared on the corner of the little witch's mouth.

"If the killer must be ruthless, then...If my little witch goes out, I will be a ruthless killer and be ruthless to anyone." The little witch's eyes slowly became cold.

That being said, she quietly excluded several people in her heart!

"Let's go! If Liu Mang can hold on for one month, his little witch must hold on for at least twenty-five days!" Suddenly, the little witch laughed.

This was the second time she laughed after entering the desert.

Suddenly, her eyes were attracted by an object not far away.

I saw a tattered backpack on the yellow sand.

"Backpack, here... there is a backpack here!" The little witch rushed over like crazy, and didn't know where the strength came from.

Then carefully peel off the yellow sand on the backpack.

After peeling off the yellow sand of her backpack, tears flowed down her eyes.

These days, facing the wind and sand and the enemy's pursuit, she did not shed any tears, but at this moment, she shed tears.

While she was crying, she tore open her backpack... She saw a water bottle in her backpack... two cans... and an empty bottle, and there was a note in the empty bottle.

There is still half a bottle of water in the water bottle, but the can has not been opened!

"Woo woo woo woo..." The little witch knelt on the yellow sand, crying heart-wrenchingly...

At this moment, she wanted to say something...but she couldn't say anything...

As long as tears flashed across the dusty face.

She wanted to thank Liu Mang. She felt that this was Liu Mang's longing for her that moved God.

She wanted to thank her parents, and she felt that this was the blessing she prayed for her in the distant parents.

She wanted to thank the sandstorm yesterday because it was hope brought by that sandstorm.

"Woo woo woo woo!" Above the endless yellow sand, a body kneeled on the yellow sand, shedding tears... shedding tears.

The whimper seemed particularly desolate in this desert.

After three minutes, the figure placed his hands on the ground and kowtowed three times to the yellow sand.

After kowtowing three times, the little witch unscrewed the lid of the water bottle and then took a sip.

In an instant, her tears flowed down again.

Without experiencing despair, you won’t understand what a life after a disaster is!

At this moment, the little witch felt that this water was the best water she had ever drunk in her life... that sweet and so refreshing!

She just drank so carefully, afraid of wasting a drop.

After taking three sips in a row, she gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then looked at the can next to her, then picked up a can and unscrew the lid...

That's a can of beef...

The little witch just grabbed it with her hands and put it in her mouth...

At this moment, no delicacies she had eaten before were as good as this can.

After eating a canned food, I finally stopped.
To be continued...