"Boom——"
The deafening thunder split the night, and the cold rain seeped in through the cracks of the worn straw mat, hitting Lin Fu on the face. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a low adobe wall. There were several holes in the straw paper on the roof, and rainwater was flowing down through the holes in a thin stream.
"Wake up! Sanlang wakes up!" A hoarse voice sounded. Lin Fu turned his head and saw a bare-chested, dark-skinned man approaching with a bowl of turbid rice soup. "Drink some while it's hot, otherwise your life will be decided in Huangnigang.
