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The third tree.

Lin Zisang waited until deep into the night, when the moon was high in the sky. Then, she quietly climbed down from the bed, picked up a pickaxe and went out.

If one did not carefully distinguish under the third tree, there was almost no trace of fresh soil being dug up. Lin Zisang used his hands to test the degree of loose soil before he smashed the pickaxe down