Xiao Youran walked over and tried to touch the cloth strip. It was not restricted, but instead felt a little surprised, so he took it in front of him and looked at it carefully.

This strip of cloth should have been broken and fallen off from a certain piece of clothing, not torn off, because its edges are irregularly jagged and there are some traces of burnt.

It is impossible to tell what material is made of. It feels silky and flexible to the touch. I guess it will be extremely comfortable to wear on the body. And even though it is as thin as a veil, ordinary weapons cannot hurt them at all. Even if the weapons and treasures are difficult to destroy them, what force will make them explode?

For some reason, looking at this strip of cloth, Xiao Youran's mind was filled with the incomplete memory scenes he saw when he broke through the small realm and was unconscious. At that time, the man in the white robe seemed to be the one in front of him.

Although he had roughly determined that it was his memory, he saw it from the perspective of a bystander in his coma, so before there was no definite evidence, Xiao Youran would not believe it subjectively.

Regardless of whether it is my own memory or not, the cloth strip must be the same piece, so it is not difficult to explain the source of the power that caused the clothes to explode. It must be caused by self-destruction like a man in a white robe.

But a new question comes again. Who is the owner of the cloth strip? Judging from the painful and desperate mood of the man in the white robe at that time, this is definitely a very important person to him, perhaps his fellow brothers, relatives and friends, etc.

Regarding the issues that cannot be explored, Xiao Youran chose to let go of it temporarily or consider the main thing in front of him. Since the items here are subject to some restrictions and cannot be used, why is this cloth rule exception?

But after looking over and over again, I couldn't see the reason. This is a piece of cloth strip. Apart from the special material, there is nothing else that is unique. As for spiritual power, there is nothing at all.

"Didn't it be because I didn't have time to deal with it at that time and put it here?"

Apart from this reason, Xiao Youran couldn't think of any other reason. Moreover, it was not the time to study these details, so he put the cloth strip back on the table and prepared to find a way out. But when his eyes looked at the table with his hands, he was surprised to find words on it!

These words are not written with ink or carved with knives, but are directly printed with some force, such as cultivation or magic.

Curiously, Xiao Youran looked closer and saw that there were traces of array techniques, but the handwriting was blurred and difficult to tell. It seemed that some important object was missing, which caused the tiny array technique to not function normally.

"What's missing?...It's not this cloth strip, right?"

As soon as the inspiration appeared, Xiao Youran quickly put the cloth strip back to its original position in memory. Sure enough, when the cloth strips were flatly attached to the desktop, the handwriting seemed to jump, protruding from the desktop one by one, and becoming clearly visible at the same time, and the content was:

"Zhu, I... cannot avenge you! I'm afraid I can't avenge you, nor can I meet you in the next life, so let me keep a little attachment in the end..."

This passage is very short and written very sadly. Xiao Youran once "in the scene" and truly felt his mood at that time. Even if he thinks about it now, he still feels heartbroken. For some reason, he always feels something is wrong, but he can't say it.

"Who is Kai (Zhu) and who is the enemy? Alas..."

He sighed helplessly, Xiao Youran gently stroked the cloth strip, and waved his hand to erase the handwriting formed by the battlefield technique on the table. No matter what, since he is "not dead", these things will eventually become clear one day. And this extremely cowardly sadness should be left in the past.

As for pronunciating the word "龙" as "龙", it is not surprising at all with its current cultural level, but rather a matter of course.

However, when he wiped out the writings by destroying the array technique, the tabletop also changed. The originally inconspicuous wood suddenly turned into a tabletop made of some special jade material, and the four table legs below also formed a cylinder with a base.

At the same time, new handwriting appeared on the counter, which read:

"Oh my God~! You are not dead? How is this possible?!!"

"Ah~?Why are you asking me?"

Xiao Youran waited for a long time but couldn't see any text. He still stayed at this sentence, but this time it was not done by array technology.

Generate, but directly mapped from the table. There was a faint light flashing slightly at the edge of the font, as if waiting for my answer, so I pointed at my nose in surprise and asked.

"Isn't this nonsense? This is inside the True Spirit Treasure, and there are others who can come in?"

As soon as he said, there was a response on the table. The words were light and dark, and the flickering frequency was also different, as if they had formed a special tone expression, so that Xiao Youran could directly feel that he was despised by him without guessing.

"Why is there no one else? I just saw a demon-eating wand, and a demon spirit with a charming ghost!"

Xiao Youran was despised by a "table". He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to retort.

"Didn't that all you put in by yourself? What's so strange about? Why? Are you losing your memory?"

Because he didn't know the specific material and name, he temporarily called him Yutai. After hearing his words, Yutai obviously disagreed and asked in surprise.

"What? I put it in by myself?"

Xiao Youran was really shocked now, and her eyes stared at Yutai and yelled.

"Oh my God~! Why are you shocked? Are you really amnesia?"

Yutai seemed to be startled by him, and the handwriting reflected was slightly trembling.

"Yes, I've lost my memory, I really have lost my memory. Do you know who I am, right? Tell me quickly, who I am, what happened to me?"

Xiao Youran suddenly hugged Yutai and asked with a hissing sound like a drowning man grabbing the life-saving driftwood, almost shaking it hard.

"How can I go to those I go? I know you are my master... Well, no, my creator. Since I was pregnant with spiritual wisdom, you have asked me to work all day long, without saying any reward, and you can change your name!"

"I thought that as long as I work honestly, I would have worked hard without credit, and one day I would be able to make it through. But last time you suddenly said you wanted to self-destruct and then sealed me. It's been thousands of years?"

"Why did you say you were self-destructing yourself without any trouble? Do you think you are a spiritual treasure? Then have you self-destructing yourself? Why are you losing your memory again now? You..."

Unexpectedly, Yutai didn't know how to talk about it, but instead chatted and complained. Then he asked questions continuously. The handwriting was written all over the table, and the light and darkness were flashing, making him laugh and dizzy.

"Okay, don't ask, why are there more questions than me? Tell me first, how to take out the things here? I'm in a hurry now, let's talk about the others slowly when we have time."

Xiao Youran felt his head grow bigger and quickly stopped him. This guy was just a chatterbox. Although his many nonsense was mixed with some useful information, he really couldn't afford it now. As for his identity, he knew without asking that it was the real spirit of this spiritual treasure!

"Hmm~? What do you want to take?" Yutai asked cautiously after hearing this.

"The herbs in the maze!" Xiao Youran did not doubt that he was there.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!