Qiu Canghuang kicked open the wooden door of the old house.
Dust fell, dancing in the slanting sunlight. He covered his nose and coughed twice, waving the broom in his hand randomly.
"This old man didn't clean up this place even when he was alive."
Moldy old books were piled in the corners, and cobwebs hung from the beams. He resignedly began to sweep, and the broom made a squeaking sound across the blue brick floor.
There is a sandalwood box in the corner.
The box was half buried in the dust, with its dark red edges exposed. Qiu Canghuang squatted down and poked with the broom handle.
No movement.
He simply reached for it, and the moment the box was pulled out, the lid popped open with a snap.
There is a jade pendant lying inside.
The jade pendant is dark green all over, the edges have been worn and turned white, and there are incomprehensible lines engraved on it. Qiu Canghuang picked it up and weighed it, but it was cold in his hands.
"What the hell..."
