Those books were no different from tattered junk; they were just the books her father had repeatedly instructed her to keep before he died.
These were keepsakes left by their ancestors, and she was told to keep them safe.
But after his parents passed away, he was often bullied.
To protect the books, she wrapped them in oil paper.
He buried the boxes one by one underground, thinking that this would fulfill his father's last wish.
Although she didn't understand, she still asked the mountain spider.
"Little Spider, what's the use of those books? Will Luo Luo and the others like them?"
The mountain spider wasn't sure either, but still encouraged her to take it out and look.
"Maybe. Anyway, we've already wasted so much time, so what's a little more?"
Kuiduo thought about it and felt that what it said made sense, so she told Qin Luo about it.
Qin Luo's eyes, which had been somewhat sleepy, immediately became extremely clear upon hearing these words.
"A book? Passed down from our ancestors? Where is it buried? Let's go dig it up."
Kui Duo hadn't expected her to like books so much, but seeing her happy made her happy too.
He led the group through the Blood Eater's territory and arrived at a deserted clearing.
"This is it, seventeen boxes, all buried in this area."
After hearing this, Qin Luo eagerly picked up Wang Yue's longsword and began digging in the ground.
The others hurriedly found suitable tools and started digging holes together.
Wang Yue felt a pang of heartache watching Qin Luo frantically digging at the ground with a knife!
I wish I could use my bare hands instead of my newly acquired knife.
Wu Hua looked at his face, which was almost distorted, and went to his side to comfort him.
"Don't worry about it, that's no ordinary knife. The material and forging method are top-notch. Digging in the sand won't even damage it in the slightest!"
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