C1112 Strange

Yang Xuan looked at the gold bar carefully. It was about the size of his index finger. There were no patterns or symbols on it, and he couldn't find any useful clues.

He put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it. Yang Xuan suddenly smelled something similar to the smell of burning candles.

"After the test results, I found some remnants of sandalwood burning on this gold bar