The water monkeys let out laughter, thinking they were getting closer to their goal.
But Li Zhiyuan knew, if a pond houses a Corpse, you can forget about raising any aquatic life in it.
Thus, this scene was definitely not caused by the main tomb.
Five water monkeys dressed in waterproof suits entered the pond, wielding telescopic iron rods to probe into the ground before removing the rods and extracting soil from a specific layer.
Ding Dalin sat on the edge of the pond, the Compass set aside, now holding a sea bowl and a wooden spoon in his hands.
The soil collected from deeper layers was brought over, poured into his bowl, and he began to taste it with the wooden spoon.
"Damn it, Xiao Yuan, look, he's actually eating the mud."
"Uh-huh, I see it."
Li Zhiyuan didn't understand Run Sheng's strong reaction; after all, eating mud is odd, but still more normal than smelling fragrance.
