Jing Jiaren glared at him, sat down on a grass field, picked it up with a stick... and it broke.
Leng Lintian over there has dug a large area of land with his nimble hands and feet...
In order to keep the box airtight, it is usually buried deep enough. So it needs to be dug deep.
Jing Jiaren stole a stick while he wasn't paying attention.
The ground was not soft enough, probably because it was a hillside, so it was difficult to dig down. Secondly, Jing Jiaren broke the hole after digging for a short time.
Strange, this stick is not strong enough, so what did Leng Lintian use to dig it?
Leng Lintian turned his back to her, holding the stick and tossing it gracefully. Only when he looked closer did he realize that he was digging with his own iron hands.
"Honey, if you are really so free, look for any instructions on the tree."
Feeling Jing Jiaren's head leaning towards her, Leng Lintian said in a deep voice.
"instruct?"
"Human memory is limited. My mother should have marked the location of the burial?"
Jing Jiaren was right when she thought about it, she had also marked it at the beginning.
When Leng Lintian saw Jing Jiaren being sent away, he raised his left hand and pressed his temples. His whole face was pale and his forehead was covered with sweat...
Jing Jiaren walked around the tree looking for the "mark". More than an hour passed. Leng Lintian turned over almost half of the ground, but still couldn't find it.
Leng Lintian has already dug up most of the land next to the jujube tree.
"Leng Lintian..." Jing Jiaren walked towards him, "Are you tired and want to rest for a while?"
Leng Lintian seemed not to hear and repeated the digging action.
"Leng Lintian?"
Jing Jiaren came closer and realized that his lips were purple and black.
She stretched out her hand and touched his forehead. It was hot and the fever got worse.
"Leng Lintian, stop digging..." Jing Jiaren was shocked. Damn it, it was all her, and she didn't care about Leng Lintian's body at all.
"I told you to stop digging!"
Jing Jiaren went to grab the stick in his hand...
Leng Lintian was probably in a state of chaos, his mind was unclear, he only knew to dig the ground. His willpower kept him from fainting.
His clothes were all soaked with his cold sweat, and his hair was clearly dripping with sweat.
It's like he was just fished out of the water.
Jing Jiaren took away the stick, and Leng Lintian didn't stop moving.
And Jing Jiaren saw that only the bottom part of the stick in her hand was stained with soil...
This proves that the stick is not used for digging soil at all.
Jing Jiaren fell on his hand, and her whole hand was surrounded by soil.
This was wet soil with heavy stickiness, and his right hand was covered in soil.
Jing Jia's heart tightened, she grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard.
Leng Lintian frowned slightly, as if he suddenly woke up, and stared at her with unfocused eyes: "What? Is something wrong?"
His voice was hoarse when he spoke, but he tried his best to lift his lower lip, looking so careless.
Jing Jiaren choked in her throat and was speechless.
He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Honey, did you find the mark?"
"No... Leng Lintian, let's go back and stop digging. It's my fault, the preparations weren't done well..." Jing Jiaren said in a panic, "We should have invited the excavators... I was too impatient.
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You shouldn't have agreed to let Leng Lintian, who was seriously ill, come with you.
Leng Lintian was sweating, and suddenly his eyebrows wrinkled, feeling that his hand finally touched something solid.