"Why is your hand shaking so much? If you're scared, let's just go back," Mr. Jing said, finally noticing Jing Shu's trembling hands, his voice filled with concern.
You just killed six people. One by one, you crushed them beyond recognition, and then carried their sticky, mangled bodies back to bury in the pit. See if your hands wouldn't shake then. Jing Shu thought, but she said aloud, "Maybe it's because of the two bags of rice I found downstairs. The group that ran off must have dropped them in their hurry, and carrying them up was tiring."
There were eight bags of rice in total; they wouldn't have been foolish enough to drop all of them. Jing Shu couldn't just blurt out, Hey, I killed those six people! so she had to invent a story.
