HBWnovel Chapter 21 - Only Immortals Can Understand
Chapter 21 - Only Immortals Can Understand
021: Only Immortals Can Understand
Mino carefully prepared breakfast, walked out of the hall into the courtyard, and got ready to call Mu Liang for breakfast.
At that moment, Mu Liang was carving a piece of wood with his military knife, with two finely shaved wooden boards placed beside him.
“Mu Liang, breakfast is ready,” Mino approached him.
Tilting her head curiously, she asked, “What are you making?”
“A drawing board,” Mu Liang set down the wood in his hands.
Brushing off the wood shavings on his body, he stood up and said, “After breakfast, we’ll head to the camp.”
Earlier, Mu Liang had used his telepathic ability to awaken the dozing Rock Armored Turtle and send it to the camp.
“Why go to the camp? We’ve already moved everything back,” Mino blinked in surprise.
“We’re supposed to track the thieves’ scout, right?” she questioned further, puzzled.
“Don’t you want to leave something for your sister?” Mu Liang replied, entering the hall.
He sat by the fire pit and asked, “What if one day your sister suddenly returns to the camp looking for you?”
Lacking life experience, the young girl needed some guidance.
“Hmm, that’s true,” Mino nodded belatedly.
She had been so focused on finding her sister that she hadn’t considered what to do if her sister returned before she found her.
“Think carefully and leave a message only your sister would understand.”
Mu Liang glanced at the pot brimming with meat soup, silently thinking that the girl had finally started to grasp things.
“I’ll have to think about it,” Mino said, catching Mu Liang’s expression and understanding his thoughts.
She handed him a bowl of soup, sighing, “We’re running low on water. If we don’t conserve it, we won’t last a few more days.”
She had made a big pot of meat soup because Mu Liang had been busy all night; otherwise, breakfast would have been dried lizard meat and a bowl of water.
Taking the soup, Mu Liang smiled easily, “We’ll figure something out.”
“Hopefully,” Mino rolled her eyes playfully.
She filled another bowl of soup and sat by the fire, absentmindedly eating.
“Oh, right!” Enlightened, Mino dropped to the ground, drawing on the turtle’s back.
Sitting on the turtle’s shell, Mu Liang began sketching a layout of the camp, incorporating its surroundings.
Rustle, rustle, rustle...
The charcoal moved across the white cloth, gradually sketching every house and detail.
After more than two hours, he finished his piece, titled Hometown, inscribing the name at the bottom right corner.
“Done.”
He packed up his board and walked over to Mino, peeking over her shoulder at her drawing.
“...” Mu Liang’s mouth twitched, suppressing laughter.
Mino’s true talent was abstract art—no doubt about it.
A rabbit with an elongated face and crooked teeth. A short-eared cat with mismatched eyes. A giant turtle carrying a grinning figure. The only normal-looking house was copied from blueprints.
Her art style was comparable to a kindergartener’s.
“All done!” Mino cheerfully wiped her cheek, leaving four black fingerprints.
“Can you explain what your drawing means?” Mu Liang fought back laughter.
“Of course!” Mino responded enthusiastically.
She pointed at her work, explaining seriously, “If I don’t find my sister at home, Mu Liang and I will leave. My sister can follow us, targeting the Little Xuanwu.”
“Kind of makes sense...”
Mu Liang listened, but couldn’t fully comprehend the art.
Well, he didn’t truly believe her sister would come back. He just wanted Mino to hold onto hope.
Reality was cruel. If her sister hadn’t returned in four years, she likely wouldn’t.
“Yes! My sister will definitely understand,” Mino happily held up her painting.
“Take the drawing, put it in a wooden box, and bury it at the camp,” Mu Liang’s mouth twitched again.
He silently thought: If your sister can understand this, she’s practically a god.
He was even tempted to keep her work—undeniably blackmail-worthy.
“Got it!” Mino eagerly ran off to grab the box.