Standing before that niche, Xie Chengming put on a pair of gloves, held his breath, and lifted the red cloth.
At the moment Xie Chengming held his breath, Gu Zhi and Xia Weizhang tacitly took ten steps back.
Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan both held their breath together.
Xie Chengming slowly raised the red cloth, revealing the pitch-black box underneath.
If it weren't for the lights still on in this chamber and the niche on the wall being well-lit, Xia Mian would have almost missed seeing the box inside the niche.
The box could hardly be described as black; it seemed to blend into the surrounding environment remarkably well.
The box's material was unknown, appearing somewhat dull, lacking in luster, and exuding an antique aura.
Xia Mian squinted her eyes; this box had an uncanny resemblance to the mirror she saw in the basement of Jufang Pavilion!
So, perhaps Zhou Yun wasn't poisoned, but someone used this box to scheme against him?
