Mr. Zhao knelt on one knee and glanced back at Da Wang'er with irritation.
"Don't make such a fuss."
Da Wang'er quickly covered his mouth, using his upper arm instead of his hand, since his hands were filled with the smell of the excavation. At this moment, Zhou Ning and Mr. Wang had already climbed down along the edge of the pit and come to Mr. Zhao's side, clearly seeing the hand that was sticking out of the sand.
The fingers had partially skeletonized, with the index, middle finger, and thumb sticking straight up—it was a right hand.
Mr. Zhao continued working without a pause, and Mr. Wang joined in. The two worked from east to west, constantly clearing the sand. The deeper they dug, the more shocked their faces became as they discovered an arm with intact wrist and radius and ulna bones beneath the hand.
Zhou Ning frowned slightly, deeply shocked in his mind.
