The rain was pouring down heavily, and Lin Baici was drenched like a wet chicken before he even ran out of the alley.
In the left pocket of his pants, he carried a White Deer Horn Bone Flute, filled with abundant supplies, but he didn't use it.
Having just entered rule pollution, he wasn't sure if he was being watched, so Lin Baici decided to wait a bit.
Besides, even if he was fully armed, who would he fight?
The creatures aren't even known to be around!
As for getting soaked, with Lin Baici's formidable physique now, even being rained on for three days and nights wouldn't give him a cold.
Exiting the alley, he came onto a street over four meters wide, and because of the heavy rain coupled with the end of work hours, there were few pedestrians on the road.
To his right, thirty meters away, there was a newsstand, with a bulb hanging under the roof casting a dim yellow light. Viewed through the rain, it looked like a swollen eyeball.
