But as she kept digging, she suddenly felt something was off. The soil in this direction seemed a little smelly.
Could soil stink too?
A possibility suddenly occurred to Lan Yue, and her face turned green.
She was just about to leave when her spiritual sense picked up a disturbance. It seemed to have detected something.
Lan Yue instantly grew wildly excited. Was one of those lucky encounters people stumbled upon while adventuring finally happening to her?
And according to her spiritual sense, the thing buried in the soil seemed to be shaped like a person.
Could it be some top-grade ginseng, a thousand- or ten-thousand-year-old Spirit Plant, which was why it looked so human?
No matter. Now that it had fallen into her hands, she wouldn't turn her nose up at any heavenly treasure!
So even a little cannon fodder had her springtime! She had misjudged the original novel!
With a target in mind, Lan Yue dug toward it at top speed, already calculating what grade of jade box she should prepare for this ginseng.
Yet when she finally saw it, Lan Yue fell silent.
What ginseng? This wasn't even a Spirit Plant. He was a person!
And an unconscious man clutching a shovel at that, reeking all over as if he were covered in shit.
Fine. There really was a difference between little cannon fodder and the heroine. The heroine picked up the Demon Realm's Young Master; she picked up some unidentified object smeared in shit.
Still, she didn't feel resentful at all. She just found it rather funny.
Lan Yue sighed and resigned herself to dragging him out, deciding to see her good deed through to the end-if she was escorting the Buddha, she might as well take him all the way to the Western Paradise.
But