Yet this section is its task area, so it still waved the shovel and dug down.
...
Time passed bit by bit, and the sky above Fox Mountain grew darker with twilight, the evening wind howling more sorrowfully.
Quanquan Hu dug many more pits, covering a long distance. It picked out the stone slabs with words on them and sent them to the top of the pit.
It jumped back into the pit, continuing to wave the shovel and dig soil.
It felt that there was still treasure to be found here!
But it wasn't sure if its intuition was accurate or not.
One shovel at a time, the soil flew.
Swish!
Another shovel of soil was flung away.
Thud!
A lump of mud, surprisingly, made a sound as it landed.
Hmm?
Quanquan Hu set down the shovel and turned to uncover that lump of mud.
...
In the mountains, night had fallen, the darkness thick.
The wild wind whipped the outer walls of the dormitory hall.
Pairs of reddish-brown eyes, densely packed, twinkled with light.
