Luo Yirui brought back quite a few dead leaves, but Little Fatty and the other two couldn't find dry branches. It's impossible to start a fire with just leaves; they'd need dry branches!
"I'll go out and look again," said Luo Yirui.
Little Fatty and the others went out to look together as well.
Although the rain hadn't lasted long earlier, it was intense, and pretty much everything got soaked. After searching around, the three of them saw the dark clouds gathering again and had no choice but to head back.
The three of them hurried back, and the rain started falling quickly. Little Fatty cursed under his breath, but he wasn't as frustrated as before—his clothes were already wet anyway.
Just as he finished cursing, he suddenly exclaimed and fell flat on the ground.
Luo Yirui and Fu Xuan Ge turned around and looked at him silently.
"You can trip on flat ground? Are you brain-shrunk?" Fu Xuan Ge mocked.
