"Water? Where is it?" Fu Miaoxue perked up immediately, looking around. "Where is the water? I don't see any water!"
In front of them, besides a row of dense bamboo forest, there were only some unknown shrub plants, overgrown with weeds, damp and dense, even the mosquitoes seemed to be suffocating in this humid and hot environment.
Du Lai put her down, walked straight to the bamboo forest ahead, took out the flat stone he had used earlier, aimed the sharp edge at the bamboo, and started chopping with force.
"What are you doing? Why are you chopping bamboo?" The young lady came up, complaining continuously, "Aren't we looking for a water source? If I don't drink water soon, I'll die of thirst. Look at me, I'm so thirsty I can't even sweat anymore. I'm about to get heatstroke, don't you know? You're still chopping bamboo. Are we going to continue on or not—"
The bamboo was hard, Du Lai chopped at it several times with the stone, only making a shallow narrow mark.
