When it rains, it pours, and bad luck seemed to keep coming when one was already down in his luck; there was no avoiding it. Xia Lei and Tang Yu-Yan were in just this situation and they’d just escaped pursuit but it was now raining. 

Afghanistan was a country with an annual rainfall of 240 ml but it seemed to be the amount of monthly rainfall in this basin. Raindrops as large as beans fell from the clouds and through the canopy of the dense forest. The ground soon turned muddy. Xia Lei and Tang Yu-Yan would leave fairly obvious footprints in these conditions, even if they controlled their movements and stepped their lightest. If anyone discovered these footprints, then it would mean another chase when it turned light tomorrow. 

They didn’t dare to use the previous method of jumping from tree to tree in the rain either because the rain had wet the canopies and there were also moss and other things which made the branches more slippery than butter. If they continued, Xia Lei and Tang Yu-Yan would probably need crutches in under ten minutes. 

Xia Lei used a tree branch to clear...