Chapter 303 Despair

There were no tools for digging, but Luka didn't care. He took the lead, put the ring in his pocket, knelt on the ground, and used his hands as tiger claws to frantically dig the soil under the cross, handful by handful. Luka was like a madman, without too much consideration, just wanting to know what was under the cross.

"Is he crazy?" The soldier at the side whispered behind Andrew. Of course, his punishment was Andrew's glare, which scared the soldier so much that he quickly took a few steps back.

"You, you are the real devil!" Levi sat aside, he pointed at Luca and shouted insults: "She has already gone to his country, I didn't expect you, the person she thought she loved the most, would refuse to give her peace!" Seeing that Luca had not stopped, Levi was anxious, he rushed forward and grabbed Luca's arm. "Just give her peace, please, because you may still love her in your heart. Stop, stop!"

"Let go!" Luka didn't care about such a gesture. He swung his arm and elbowed Levi, causing him to fall to the ground again. He still refused to give in and struggled to get up to stop Luka again. The soldier behind him reached out and grabbed him, making him unable to move. His legs could only kick back and forth, which was a weak struggle.

"What are you all standing there for? Come on! Come together, come together!"

After all, there was only one person, and Luga's hands could not keep up with the speed he wanted, so he was extremely impatient.

The soldiers did not dare to hesitate. They handed the torches to the soldiers behind them, knelt on their knees and moved forward one after another. Following Luca, they used their hands to dig up the soil under their feet. Luca completely ignored Levi's hoarse shouts.

"It's fake, it's all fake, he's acting, acting!" Luca kept talking to himself over and over again, completely ignoring the strange looks the soldiers around him gave him. Now he had only one thought, which was to find the answer, even if he had to dig deep into the ground, he believed the truth must be there. If it wasn't like what Levi said, then he had someone to bury.

"Faster, faster!" Luka gritted his teeth, ignoring the fact that his hands were already covered in blood. He seemed to have forgotten the pain in his fingers. As the saying goes, the fingers are connected to the heart, but it was not the case for Luka. He worked hard, sweat and tears dripping onto the ground under his feet. He did not stop, and nothing could stop him.

"Please, please!" Luka said, but his hands never stopped for a moment. "Don't come out, please, don't show up!"

"Ha-ka!" He suddenly felt a piercing pain from his fingernails. He covered his hand with his hands in pain. His fingernails were turned upside down. He must have used too much force. Blood dripped down his fingers. He couldn't go on like this any longer.

"Torches! Torches!" the soldiers shouted hurriedly, and torches came to illuminate the ground beneath their feet.

Everyone couldn't help but gasp, because there was a piece of wooden board without soil under Luga's legs, and there was still blood on it that Luga had accidentally left just now.

"What is this?" The soldiers asked, not daring to guess. Luka's forehead was throbbing with pain. He gritted his teeth and pressed his fingernail back hard. He was shaking all over. The pain almost made him faint. But without seeing Anai, how could he allow himself to fall?

"I once secretly swore in my heart that we would meet again one day!" Seeing the wooden board, Luka seemed to waver. He began to doubt whether his stubbornness at that time was reasonable. Wooden board, what's under it? Anais? No! It must be a lie! It's a lie!

It was quiet, and everything was as quiet as if everything in nature was dead at that moment. Only the faint sound of the burning flames could be heard. Luca turned around and looked at Levi.

It was like crying all the tears out, yelling all the time, and being exhausted, but in the end, nothing was gained. Luca was finally dug out, this persistent bastard! Levi sat there stupidly, as if his soul had been sucked out, staring at Luca's feet with red and swollen eyes, as if he had died when Luca screamed after touching the wooden board!

"What is this!" Luca pointed at the wooden board sticking out of the soil and asked Levi, "What is this board used for? Tell me what this board is used for!"

"Then open it!" Levi finally spoke, his voice was completely hoarse, and he seemed to have lost all strength, like a puppet without the strings to control it, and fell to the ground with a "thump".

"Why don't you say something?"

Luca asked again, but he couldn't get a reply from Levi, as if both of them had lost the ability to communicate at that moment.

"No, no, no!"

Luca groped around on the wooden board with trembling hands. Coincidentally, the wooden board was only the size of a palm.

"Is anyone there?" Luca didn't know why he said such a thing. This untimely question was asked by Luca to the wooden board.

The wood is cold, so what is underneath? Life, or death? "General..."

Andrew came up slowly from behind. He actually called Luca like that, perhaps to remind Luca to always be aware of his identity. He came behind Luca, stretched out his hand, and put it on Luca's trembling shoulders.

"Do you need our help? Who knows, this is just a piece of wood!"

Luca shook his head, as if rejecting Andrew's "good intention". Well, he was a coward. He just said he didn't believe it, but now he was afraid and hesitant. He really didn't have the courage to ask the soldiers to help him and then see something he didn't want to see in his life, maybe nothing? But he didn't dare to make this bet!

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"What on earth is this?"

Luka asked, but no one gave him an answer, not even the answer he least wanted to hear. None of the people around him had the courage to say what it was, for fear of saying something wrong or causing trouble.

He mustered up a huge amount of courage, as if his entire arm was frozen by the coldness of his hand, making it impossible for him to move or take a step. His palm slowly moved upwards, and along with Luca's tears, he pushed away the dirt that was covering the wooden board bit by bit.

Gradually, everything in front of him became clearer and clearer. Luka quickly wiped away his tears, held his breath, and bit his lower lip. He knew that his heart might not be able to bear such a blow, but he still forced himself to hold on. In the end, was he going to see the answer?

This chapter ends here, because I can't write any more, which involves a very important question, what is under the wooden board, is it Anais, or something else. This caused dissatisfaction among the book friends, and I also think it may be too much, after all, I cried when I was conceiving this plot.

I also hope that readers will leave a message below and we can discuss it together about Anai, that poor woman.

Should I go with you? Or should you go and fulfill your dream, and I will wait for you here?

(End of this chapter)