"Madam, let me handle this!" Fu Lu noticed what Zhu Yu intended to do and quickly spoke up.
He squatted down, clenched his fist, and pounded the spot used to patch up the mouse hole. The mud that had been tightly packed there visibly loosened under the heavy blow.
Then Fu Lu scooped a few more times, and managed to reopen the original mouse hole.
"Well done, well done!" Zhu Yu praised him with words, as she reached out to touch the ground beneath the mouse hole and did indeed feel a not-so-obvious bump.
She crouched on the ground, gradually inspecting toward the altar with the light filtering in through the mouse hole.
From the mouse hole to the altar, the ground appeared smooth with no anomalies at first glance, but upon closer inspection, the compactness of the soil was exactly the same as that of the mouse hole.
"Madam, shall I find a handy tool to dig this up?" Fu Lu asked eagerly from the side.
