This is the second time. The hail of the size of soybean is still in the rain, which makes his skin very painful. He has no choice but to quickly take off his coat and block his head, find a place to squat down to avoid the hail and heavy rain, and put his backpack on his knee to prevent the lighter and food inside from getting wet.

After about an hour or so, the rain slowly faded and the hail stopped. He had just wanted to stand up when he saw a violent surge in the marsh ahead, as if some monster had risen from the bottom of the...