Gently shifting it aside and placing it nearby, Yan Junze moved to another direction, grabbed the other two fixed bedposts, and lifted forcefully. This time, too, the noise was not loud as the bedposts came apart.
He moved the wheeled bed aside.
The underground cellar had been quietly constructed by Yan Long alone, so the floor was not smooth, and it was all clumps of soil, yet these clumps had been firmly trodden.
Yan Junze pressed on the soil and found that although it was equally tight, it was somewhat looser than the soil on the outside.
He touched a slightly protruding area and forcefully broke it off, flipping over a chunk of soil as big as the palm of his hand. The soil was hard, but the part underneath was much softer.
Seeing potential, Yan Junze simply knelt on the ground and started breaking off chunks of soil with his hands.
These clumps seemed to form a continuous layer, but once one was broken off, it became easy to dislodge the others.
