The heavy rain washed over the ground, pouring into the vehicle through the gaps in the car door, leaving standing water.
"Can't stay here anymore…"
Wrapped in oilcloth, Bi Fang hurried back to the camp with a deep frown against the pouring rain.
The shelter he had finally managed to build was destroyed by the torrential downpour, and his heart was filled with melancholy.
Outside the eaves, the rain was like a curtain, with mist mingling among the raindrops, reducing visibility to less than twenty meters; beyond thirty meters all was a white blur.
Raindrops collided and shattered in the air, splashing onto the ground, mixing water vapor and cold air, seeping through every crevice with relentless force.
Bi Fang stood under the eaves, the chilly air penetrating his body, causing him to shiver violently, but soon the undigested fox meat in his stomach turned into warm currents that revived his spirits.
