"Kid, did you hear me? Hurry over and start digging!" Chen Lu ordered Su Chen abruptly.
"How deep should I dig?" Su Chen asked.
Chen Lu then looked towards Song Yunyan.
"Fifty meters." Song Yunyan thought for a moment, then said.
Su Chen inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, fifty meters, haha... still halfway from the treasure.
The next moment.
Su Chen stepped forward.
With a shovel in hand, he began to dig.
Song Yunyan and the other four stood by and watched.
"Is this kid brain-dead? In the past few days, we made him dig around seven or eight places, right? Not a single fart was found." Chen Lu spat on the ground and stared at Su Chen with a somber look, his murderous intent not at all concealed.
"Seems like it." Zhu Yao nodded.
Xue Yitian also nodded indifferently: "Indeed, he seems to have bad luck."
