Wu Qinghe raised the Night Pearl and pointed in the direction Li Xiaoran was pointing. Then, he touched that place with a shovel.
After a crisp sound sounded, Wu Qinghe was overjoyed.
"Hey, this is a clay jar!"
With that, Wu Qinghe reached out to take it.
"Wait!" Li Xiaoran suddenly stopped him.
She recalled what Su Zheng had been thinking and suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Don't move. Don't move at all! Think about it carefully. How can these people know such an important thing?"
When Lin Ning heard Li Xiaoran's words, he thought of something.
"I've lived in Shatai Village for so long. As far as I know, the three heads of Shatai Village don't trust anyone else at all and there are many things that they won't reveal. Even when they're drinking, the three of them won't reveal anything. Moreover, these three people could hold their liquor very well! If they seemed drunk, it can only be said that they were pretending to be drunk!"
