The hand was very slender, like a girl's hand.
At the base of the index finger, there was a red mole.
Xia Xin felt it was familiar, as if he had seen this red mole somewhere before.
A scene suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Damn! Qiu Tang!"
Xia Xin shivered, pulled his leg out from the soil, rushed over, and started digging in the direction of that hand.
Sure enough, he uncovered a familiar face.
It was Qiu Tang.
Qiu Tang's face was somewhat pale, buried in the soil for who knows how long, eyes tightly shut, with only faint breathing proving she was still alive.
Xia Xin reached out and patted Qiu Tang's face.
Qiu Tang showed no reaction.
He looked around nervously and only then realized they seemed to be in a mountain hollow, with no sign of anyone around, only a bit of moonlight.
The more Xia Xin looked at the place, the more fear grew in his heart.
No, he should take Qiu Tang away first.
He reached out to grab Qiu Tang's arm, intending to carry her on his back.
