Linxie is galloping in the deep mountains and forests. He has been in the mountains for more than an hour. The blind bear didn't encounter it, but he met the pouring rain. The weather was fine before he entered the mountains. Even on the horizon of the sky, there was a ruddy face of the rising sun. Suddenly, the clouds changed. The rain came down without any omen.

it doesn't matter if it rains like this, but Lin Xie suffers. In the deep mountains, he lost his way. The heavy rain washed away all traces of the road that his predecessors had passed. Linxie couldn't find the way out of...