The heavy curtains were drawn, plunging the entire room into dimness. He then took a deep breath, focusing his thoughts.
The book, which he had brought out from the lead box in the temple cave, potentially containing earth-shattering secrets, appeared silently in his hand.
The book's cover was made of dark brown hard leather, worn smooth at the corners due to age.
There were no words on it, and he carefully tore off the layer of wrapping, the yellowed and brittle oil paper.
The pages were made of thick Bible paper, which had also turned an ancient amber due to oxidation.
As he opened the book, a mixed scent of the acidic smell from the oxidation of old paper fibers, the chemical scent of printing ink, and the faint camphor scent from the antiseptic wax on the wrapping paper wafted toward him.
It was a smell completely isolated from the outside world, belonging solely to the 1970s.
Soon, the contents of the book made Lin Yu'an's brow furrow tightly.
