Ling said, "If you need any help, just tell me, I'll help you." ”

He looked at her bright eyes, and the unhappiness in his heart dissipated a lot.

She's really her own little clever ghost.

"Natural ......" pinched her little face, and the touch was unexpectedly good!

Turning to the foreman again: "Is there anything else out of the ordinary?" ”

When the foreman saw that the boss asked him, he thought hard and said, "Yes...... Yes I remember digging up a piece of clothing in one place. ”

To be honest, digging up clothes doesn't mean anything, after all, it's possible for some people to throw their clothes or bury them.

But in the eyes of the Spirit, all the impossible has the opportunity to be turned into a possibility.

"Take us to see it."

"Very well, ma'am."

The foreman, a little blessed, brought them to a more remote wall.

Why do you say it's remote, because you don't even grow grass here all the way.

Looking at the traces here, there should be few people here to trample on it, and it is a bit strange that not a single small grass seedling grows.

The foreman shook his body a little, and felt that it was very cool here.

He subconsciously wanted to move up where there was sun.

"That's where the clothes were dug up."

He pointed to the pit.

Originally, the foundation was laid in that place, but I couldn't get it, so I had to recalculate the design paper and change the position of the ground pile.

The emperor squatted down to look at the small pit, and found nothing unusual.

"Is there anything else besides clothes?"

The foreman shook his head: "No." ”

Ling Tian asked, "What kind of clothes is it?" ”

The foreman didn't know what to say, as if he had heard them say that it looked like a woman.

"It should be a woman, I was not there at the time, I only heard some workers."

Women? She held her chin in thought.

I walked over to the small pit, squatted down and picked up some small soil to look at it carefully, and sniffed it.

"Baby, dirty ......"

The emperor is dissatisfied, this will stain her hands!

"What? You hate me!" Lingtian teased

"Why, don't talk nonsense."

How could he dislike it, his baby should not touch the spring water with his fingers.

Now that she is digging the soil, she really feels sorry for her delicate hands.

"Husband, is the soil here so red?"

"No, the weather here doesn't produce such mud, it just looks like someone has changed here."

"Yes, Madame, the clothes here were even redder when they were just dug up! At that time, I heard from them, and I came to see it. The foreman suddenly remembered and said.

The emperor pursed his lips, was robbed of white, a little unhappy, and shot at the foreman.

The foreman shuddered, intending to say no more

The owner's vision is terrible!

But Lingtian still wants to ask!

"Are the clothes still there?"

The foreman looked at the boss, looked at the boss's wife, and didn't know whether to answer or not.

"Ask you, what are you doing?"

"It's gone, it's gone soon after it is dug up, it seems to have spontaneously combusted......"

Silently shrink yourself to reduce your sense of presence.

Spontaneous combustion?

The soil here smells of phosphorus, but it's not enough to spontaneously combust!

Soil mixed with cinnabar~

Unless there's something else buried here.

"Baby, what comes to mind?"

"I'd like to see ...... again"

Ling Tilt lay on the edge of the small pit and studied it like this, and the man stood silently behind her to help her block the sun.

The foreman felt that he was a little tormented, was he going to suffer from heat stroke, or how to drip?

Feeling dizzy.

It was as if the buildings in front of me were blurred.

They didn't notice the foreman, one looking at his little woman tenderly, the other staring solemnly at something in the pit.

This is...... Line?

It dawned on her that this thing wasn't used to wrap puppets?

I was about to turn around and tell him, but I saw the shadow of a third person!