Yun Qi picked up some ashes that had been sprinkled on the fangxiang mask, and surprisingly, it made a sizzling sound, emitting billows of white smoke.
The ashes spread on the tabletop slowly moved and transformed, eventually forming a human figure, like a sand painting.
Yun Qiuce stretched his neck, his pupils widening gradually.
Long hair... is it a girl?
Oval face... delicate eyebrows and eyes...
Suddenly, Liu Hua clutched his head in agony, fragmented memories gradually returning to his mind.
"I remember now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the painting on the table was completed, showing the image of a long-haired girl, but with an empty face.
"What is this about?" Yun Qiuce exclaimed.
Yun Qi was very calm, as if he had predicted it, his gaze steady like a gentle lake.
"It looks like a girl, why doesn't it have a face?" Just as Yun Qiuce's voice trailed off, the image on the table transformed into one of a man with hair standing on end, still faceless.
