The previously tidy room was instantly covered with scraps of paper, and dust filled the entire room.

The moment the dust touched his skin, his originally pale skin slowly turned red, until it began to burn and turned into a pile of ash, mixing with the dust in the room.

"asshole!"

An angry voice echoed from the depths of the demon palace—

——Iron Dimension——

"What on earth is this?!" Jiu Wu poked the glass bottle on the table with his finger. "Is this the whole truth?"

The three of them formed a circle. Xia Xiang stood with her arms crossed, staring speechlessly at the bottle. Ding Xiaoyu also looked a little awkward because the ball of light inside the bottle kept bouncing towards him.

“This is a memory,” Xia Xiang said. “It’s most likely a rather important memory.”

"How do we open it? Let's take a look," Jiu Wu said, somewhat curious.

Ding Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "This thing is rather strange, it's best not to do anything reckless."

Xia Xiang recalled Diablo's earlier words and strongly suspected that it was Huaiying's memory. So she opened the bottle and controlled the ball of light to sink into her brow.

Ding Xiaoyu, Jiu Wu: ......

A moment later, Xia Xiang looked somewhat embarrassed and put the ball of light into the bottle.

"It's not that it's unimportant, but it doesn't help our current situation."

"Let me see." As soon as Jiu Wu's hand touched the bottle, the ball of light left the bottle, circled a few times in front of him and Ding Xiaoyu, and then flew into Ding Xiaoyu's forehead.

Moxibustion Dance: ? ? ?