Han Chuxue and Uncle Wang stared unblinkingly at the two carp skeletons in the large vat, even Ye Chenfeng, who was mentally prepared in advance, was secretly shocked by the sight, especially Uncle Wang who had just tried to take the book out of the iron box in the Scripture Pavilion. His clothes were completely soaked with sweat. Had it not been for Ye Chenfeng's timely intervention, the flesh on his palms would have been corroded away the moment they touched the white powder.
"Young Master Ye, did you already know there was something strange inside the iron box?" Uncle Wang asked with difficulty, swallowing hard.
