The man took it as a matter of course and threw his empty water bag to him, saying to the people around him: "You should be almost out of water too, right? Although we can go back to the sect tomorrow, it's still better to prepare some so that you can drink when you are thirsty at night!"
"Yes, I have none left either." The other man said, handing the water bag to the man and said with a smile, "Thank you, Junior Brother Ruan."
"This area is ours. If you keep walking over there, you will find a water source." The older monk said as he handed over the water bag.
After taking their water bags, the man stood up and said, "I'll be back soon." Then he carried the water bags and walked towards the water source.
The water source was a little far away from where they were resting. When he arrived at the water source and bent down to fill it with water, he was startled by a figure reflected in the water. When he turned around instinctively, he was greeted with a heavy blow and then fainted.
Fengjiu caught the fallen man, not because she was afraid that he would make any noise when he fell to the ground, but she tightly grasped his neck with her hands, and with a click she broke his neck, killing him in an instant.
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, which was blown away by the breeze and diffused lightly in the air...
Although the place where the monks were resting was still some distance away, when the smell of blood spread with the breeze, the older monk sitting by the fire and the woman surnamed Zhu were the first to smell it.
The two men became alert in an instant, stood up abruptly, and swept their sharp eyes around.
"What's wrong?" The others asked in confusion.
"There is a smell of blood." The older monk said, one hand already grasping the sword at his waist. He stared at a certain place and said, "I'll go take a look."
Just as I was about to step towards the water source, I saw a figure walking towards me from that side. He seemed to be holding something in his hand. As he got closer, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.
"It's Junior Brother Ruan." Another man said. When he saw that he was holding a rabbit that had been stabbed to death, he couldn't help but laugh: "He even brought back a rabbit."
Fengjiu approached. This time she had changed into the man's clothes and changed her appearance. There was no trace of her previous aura and demeanor on her body. Instead, she looked exactly like the man who was being ordered around.
"Senior Brother Lin, what's wrong?" Fengjiu walked closer and looked at the older man.
"Did you encounter any problems over there?" the older man asked, his eyes fixed on Fengjiu.
Feng Jiu shook her head, paused, and said, "When I went to get some water, I saw a rabbit nearby, so I caught it. Is there anything wrong?"
"No, I just smelled blood in the air." The older man said, his eyes fell on the dead rabbit, and asked: "Why did you want to catch the rabbit back?"
Feng Jiu smiled shyly, seeming a little embarrassed, and said, "This morning I heard Senior Brother Liang say that he wanted to eat roasted rabbit meat, and then I saw this gray rabbit by the bush, so I caught it."
Hearing this, the monk surnamed Liang smiled and nodded: "I didn't expect you still remembered it. You are really thoughtful."