He rose to his feet once more, climbed to the third floor of the building again, and went straight to the wooden table.
The small box was long gone, but there was now a shallow depression in the wooden table. A piece of some unknown deep-red material remained in the depression. It showed not the slightest energy fluctuation, and not even the faintest unusual aura could be sensed from it.
Its color was extremely close to that of the wooden table. From a distance, it would have been almost impossible to notice that such a piece of material remained on the table.
When Bai Yi had stopped on the third floor earlier, she had not noticed this material either.
Recalling the pink mist that had volatilized when the small box exploded, Qin Fengming did not dare touch it directly for a while.
Blue light flickered in his eyes. Even after examining it carefully, Qin Fengming still found nothing strange about the material. Even so, he did not dare let down his guard in the slightest.
He knew that this material should be what the small box had left behind after self-detonating.
He raised his hand, and the Spirit Devouring Netherflame flashed out. In an instant, it wrapped around his palm. He then reached out and grabbed the red object, which was only the size of a palm.
As soon as the material entered his hand, Qin Fengming felt a strange aura suddenly flow from it. At the same time, the material felt exceptionally smooth to the touch, soft and slick, almost like flesh.
After sensing it carefully, he actually felt a kind of intimacy with the object in his hand.
"Chirp, chirp~~~"
Just as Qin Fengming was about to savor this sensation, the red material in his hand suddenly trembled.