Xu Qingtong and Dongfang Hui returned to the courtyard, found a spot, summoned their flying swords, and began digging.
Before long, the two had dug a pit five feet across.
Xu Qingtong returned to the room, cupped his fist toward the skeleton, and said, "I don't know your name, so I can't erect a proper gravestone for you. All I can do is lay you in the earth to rest!"
With that, he swept his sleeve, gathered up the bones, and carried them into the courtyard, placing them in the pit they had dug.
After burying the bones, Xu Qingtong picked up a floor tile and carved the two characters for "Qingtong" into it with his flying sword, then set it beside the grave.
With only those two characters, future generations probably would not be able to tell whether "Qingtong" was the name of the person who erected the marker or the occupant of the grave!
"Senior Sister, let's look inside and see whether there's anything else." Rather than immediately examining the storage bracelet, Xu Qingtong called Dongfang Hui over and went inside to investigate again.
In houses laid out like this, the central room was usually a sitting room, with a bedroom or cultivation room on the right and a study or a room for alchemy or artifact refining on the left.
A square table stood in the middle of the sitting room. It was made of the same purplish-red wood as the bed in the bedroom, and despite its age, it had neither faded nor rotted.
A tea set sat on the table. Clearly, guests had once visited this place too!
Unlike before, Xu Qingtong did not touch a single piece of furniture here.
After looking around, Xu Qingtong went to the bedroom on the right again.
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