As the live comments flew wildly across the screen, the shovel Qiao An was using to dig through the silt seemed to hit something, letting out a crisp CLANG.
"Huh? What's this?"
But as Qiao An bent down and began to carefully search, a powerful wave of sorrow and pain washed over her. The feeling swept through her entire body, almost suffocating her.
With no other choice, she had to lean on her shovel just to stay upright. Her body swayed, and her face grew pale.
Standing on the covered walkway, Sheng Bai grew worried when he saw Qiao An's condition. He shouted, "What's wrong? Are you okay? Did you find something? Do you need me to come down and help?"
Sheng Bai, who had just been disgusted by the filthy silt, forgot all about his neat-freak tendencies. Clutching his phone, he was about to jump down when Qiao An's voice stopped him.
"I'm fine. Something feels... off here. Just point the light at this spot. I'm going to dig a little more."
