Zhu Yu met his gaze, and immediately understood. Without another word, she took the water pouch and gulped down several mouthfuls.
The talisman brothers were chatting and laughing as they added more wood, making the campfire burn brighter. Soon, the fire started, branches and logs cracking under the flames, sending curls of blue smoke rising, spreading with the evening breeze.
Before long, there was a rustling of branches and leaves from nearby in the forest, followed by several heavy thuds, sounding like something heavy had fallen from a height into the bushes below.
On ordinary days, Fu Lu was not as composed as the rune. But today, he performed quite well, listening keenly until he confirmed there were no more sounds. He stood up joyfully: "Master, Second Master, it seems all is well! Shall we bring them over?"
Lu Qing nodded and gestured to them: "Go ahead."
The talisman brothers sprang up from the fire and dashed toward the forest.
