Ye Shangyi was confused. "Why? We can't even light a lamp?"
Shen Ningning pressed down on her hand. Her voice was soft and sweet, but her small face was serious.
"Look around us. It's all Buddhist books and Buddhist Scripture. My brother told me that to make the Sunlight Tower insect-proof and moisture-proof, they coated the wood with a layer of oil lacquer."
"This kind of oil catches fire very easily. That's why the Sunlight Tower should be without lamps year-round. Even when my brother was locked in the Sunlight Tower, he didn't light any lamps."
Hearing this, Ye Shangyi finally understood.
With so many bookshelves packed so densely in the Sunlight Tower, and the floor coated in a layer of wax!
If a fire broke out, it would instantly become an inferno.
And the door was already locked. They had no way to escape.
Her face turned deathly pale, and she grew frantic. "Are you saying... this oil lamp was left here for us to light, so that a fire would start...?"
