Under the supervision of Jiangli and Fu'er, Xia Xin quickly dug up another ghost leg from the side of the mountain rock.
Imitating the method, Jiangli took out a copper coin and a peach wood plaque, handled it properly, and then continued rushing to the next location.
Xia Xin put the ghost leg into a hemp sack and dragged the sack behind them.
For the third time, they found a place.
Without Jiangli saying anything, Xia Xin numbly walked over and began digging on his own.
By now, he couldn't care less about fear; the night's shocks had numbed him completely.
Once he dug up an arm, he proficiently stuffed it into the hemp sack.
Jiangli raised an eyebrow and turned to walk away.
Fu'er looked at Xia Xin, who carried the hemp sack on his back, and patted his shoulder, "Good lad, you've made rapid progress."
Xia Xin gave a forced smile. He was certain now; what else would he be scared of after tonight?
He had developed his courage!