Inside the small clinic, Qi Yun had already dug about fifty to sixty centimeters deep around the apricot tree using a spade.
The soil here wasn't sandy but rather clay, still quite firm, making the digging not so easy.
However, with Qi Yun's current physical condition, it wasn't too difficult.
"Clack!"
The tip of the spade seemed to hit something hard, but unlike a rock, it didn't push back with much force.
Qi Yun immediately stopped, not daring to use strength, worried that he might damage whatever was inside the box. He had to hold the spade and slowly clear away the surrounding dirt.
After a few tries, a piece of blackened cloth appeared, long lost its original color, clearly buried for many years.
Qi Yun's heart tightened; he quickly put down the spade, squatted to carefully scrape away the surrounding clumps of soil with his hands.
The cloth was tightly wrapped, layered several times. Bit by bit, he extracted what felt like a square object inside, roughly palm-sized.
