"Oh? So you know what's the matter?"
Zhang Xiaoman turned his head in surprise and looked at the little girl next to him.
The latter nodded uncertainly and said, "This, if I'm not mistaken, should be a mistake in the amount of materials used."
"Oh? How so? Which material specifically?"
Lin Sisi pointed her finger at a transparent glass bottle on the ground: "This one, the venom of the Black Mamba Snake, it should have been used in lesser quantity."
Zhang Xiaoman also shifted his gaze to the bottle of poison the girl mentioned. Previously, fearing failure, he had brought all the snake venom he collected, and there was still quite a bit left inside.
"Venom? Too few drops? But didn't the note say three drops? Could I have remembered it wrong?"
He felt very puzzled by Lin Sisi's statement, and after so many failures, he had even begun to think he wrote down the wrong amount of venom. Maybe the original note did not have those numbers after all.