Chapter 200: 57. Eye of the Hurricane

In the perilous swamp cabin, it was hard to fall into a deep, restful sleep.

Lu Li forced himself to sleep to recover his energy, but he could hardly drift off, remaining in a state between dreaming and waking.

The dense sound of heavy rain crashing onto the cabin, the clashing noise as wood was added to the fire, the sharp whistle of the wind through cracks, the sound of flipping pages—all these sounds from outside blended with the bizarre dreams to create a dizzying, indescribable mixture.

The wind outside had been gradually swelling, enveloping the entire marsh with howls as if from a tiger, making the cabin too seem to shiver in the storm.

Unconsciously turning in his sleep, Lu Li faced the warm fireplace. The noisy, sharp whistling from the wind began to furrow his brow until an ethereal hand swept across his forehead, soothing it, calming him down once more.