163 A Western Cowboy-Style Belt Pocket

Clumps of dirt were flung into the air. They fell like misty rain behind a sweaty woman forming a small mound behind her. She had been digging for almost an hour. Looking from a distance, there were already about five small mounds scattered around her. Based on her memory, this was certainly the spot where Snow disappeared. Unfortunately, though Lin Sanjiu had dug through a large surface area of soil, revealing the network of tightly packed giant white rhizomes underneath, she could not spot a single person even after much scrutiny.

The fuzzy feeling of hope was dashed abruptly. Lin Sanjiu could feel her blood vessels pulsating. She massaged her throbbing temples, unaware of what went wrong.