The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

We approached the sect's scripture repository with trepidation. Along the way, the sect's buildings appeared eerie in the moonlight. The cold moonlight, like a thin layer of frost, shone upon every structure. The rising eaves and brackets, illuminated by the moonlight, looked like ghostly claws reaching toward the night sky, emitting a chilling aura. Mottled shadows cast by trees fell on the bluestone pavement, swaying gently in the breeze. Their shapes shifted unpredictably, like snarling monsters stalking us from the shadows, their limbs stretching and retracting with the rhythm of the wind, as if ready to pounce. The flowers and plants lining the road seemed to have lost their daytime vitality at night, drooping their heads, as if enveloped by an invisible oppression. The petals of the flowers closed tightly, as if fearing the unknown of the night, and the blades of grass no longer stood straight, but slightly bent, as if bowing to the darkness.

I couldn't help but rub my arms, trying to dispel the chill in my heart. I said to Luo Chen, "Luo Chen, what do you think the black-robed old man has to do with our life story? The images he showed us are increasingly terrifying the more I think about them." My voice was faint in the silent night, as if partially swallowed by the surrounding darkness. Every word I uttered seemed to condense into ice beads in the cold air and then slowly dissipate.

Luo Chen frowned, his eyes grim. "I don't know, but the ritual depicted in that image certainly hides a profound secret. Perhaps our family crest holds the key to unlocking it all." He quickened his pace as he spoke, the stone slabs beneath his feet making a gentle clacking sound, remarkably clear in the silence. The sound echoed through the empty sect path like a countdown, each ticking ticking, its every beat pounding our nervous hearts.

When we arrived at the Sutra Repository, the gate was closed. The door was made of thick sandalwood, mottled with age. Those marks, like the rings of a chisel, told of the long history of the Sutra Repository. Ancient sect teachings were engraved on the door, the words blurred by the erosion of time and weather. In the moonlight, the carvings resembled distorted faces, exuding a mysterious and ancient aura. Each character resembled a stretched or flattened soul, struggling to speak within the door. Luo Chen stepped forward and gently pushed the door. It creaked open with a low groan, like the groan of a long-dormant beast awakened. This groan echoed through the Sutra Repository, like an ancient welcome ritual, yet also a warning of hidden danger.

The Sutra Library was filled with a scent of old paper and ink. This scent was like an ancient spell, instantly transporting people to a world full of mystery. Rows of bookshelves stood tall, almost touching the ceiling. Dim candlelight flickered in the corners, and the shadows of the candlelight swayed on the walls like a group of restless ghosts. The shape of the shadows changed with the flickering candlelight, sometimes like a hunched old man, sometimes like a demon with bared fangs and claws. The bookshelves were filled with various ancient books. The pages of some books were yellowed and the edges were a little damaged, as if telling the long years they had experienced. Those damaged edges were like wounds on the ancient books, and the folds of the paper were like wrinkles of time. Each ancient book was like a weathered old man, standing quietly on the bookshelf, waiting for the right person to interpret its story.

We began to carefully search the bookshelves for clues to the Luo Chen family crest. I was in charge of the lower shelves, crouching down and carefully examining each book one by one. Every time I picked up a book, a small cloud of dust would rise up, dancing in the dim candlelight like a swarm of tiny spirits. The dust swirled in the air, as if performing an ancient dance, and then slowly drifted down. Luo Chen, on the other hand, climbed the ladder to examine the books on the upper shelves. His movements were very gentle, fearing that he would accidentally knock over the seemingly fragile ancient books. He moved cautiously on the ladder, each step like walking through a minefield full of traps.

I flipped through the dusty ancient books one by one, the pages rustling softly in my hands. It was like the ancient books gently telling their own stories, and each page turned felt like uncovering a dusty piece of history. Suddenly, I came upon a thin volume. On its cover was a faint emblem, somewhat similar to the Luochen family's. The lines of the emblem were faint, but the general outline was still discernible, like a mysterious symbol obscured by time. The lines seemed drawn with an ancient ink, weathered by time, yet still possessing a unique charm, as if silently emanating a mysterious power.

"Luo Chen, come and see!" I shouted excitedly, my voice filled with uncontrollable excitement. My voice echoed in the Sutra Library, breaking the silence here, like a stone dropped into a calm lake, causing a small ripple.

Luo Chen quickly descended the ladder, his movements as nimble as a cat. He walked over to me, took the booklet, and carefully examined the emblem on the cover, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This emblem... seems a little different, but it's definitely related to my family's emblem." His fingers gently traced the outline of the emblem, as if trying to grasp the secret behind this vague mark. His fingers gently slid across the emblem, as if deciphering an ancient code, each movement filled with concentration and anticipation.

Just as we were about to open the booklet to examine its contents, the door to the Sutra Library suddenly slammed shut. The resounding sound echoed through the silent space like thunder, startling us and turning to look towards the door. A chilling wind blew, causing the candlelight to flicker violently, nearly extinguishing it. The wind brushed our cheeks like an icy hand, bringing a piercing chill. The cold felt like a sharp sword, piercing our very bones, causing us to tremble uncontrollably.

"Who?" Luo Chen shouted, shielding me behind him, his body slightly hunched, like a cheetah ready for battle, scanning his surroundings vigilantly. His gaze darted through the darkness, not missing a single corner where danger might lurk. His eyes were like two burning torches, trying to penetrate the darkness and locate the hidden threat.

At that moment, a sinister voice echoed within the Sutra Library: "Do you think you can find clues so easily? The secrets behind this are beyond the reach of little kids like you." The voice seemed to come from deep underground, filled with an endless chill, each word dragging a long, icy trail through the air. The voice was like an icy snake, slithering through the air, leaving a chill wherever it went.

I clutched the hem of Luo Chen's clothes tightly, my body trembling slightly, my heart filled with fear. The voice sounded familiar, as if it were the voice of the black-robed old man, yet somehow different, as if it came from deeper darkness, carrying a more sinister and mysterious aura. My hands clutched the hem of Luo Chen's clothes tightly, my fingers turning white from the pressure, as if it were my only support in this darkness.

Luo Chen clenched his fists, veins bulging on his hands. He shouted, "No matter who you are, we must uncover the truth." His voice was firm and powerful, like a bright light in this atmosphere filled with fear. His voice echoed in the Sutra Library, like a declaration of war against darkness, full of unyielding courage.

Suddenly, several dark figures appeared in the aisle between the bookshelves. They slowly approached us, their forms twisting and distorting, as if condensed from darkness. They lacked a clear form, resembling clouds of black smoke, constantly shifting. Sometimes they resembled a twisted humanoid figure, sometimes a massive black claw. I could feel an intense pressure wash over me, like a mountain bearing down on my heart, making it nearly impossible to breathe. The pressure, like an invisible force, tightly bound our bodies and souls, slowing our movements and clouding our thoughts.

Luo Chen took a deep breath and drew his sword from his waist. The blade gleamed coldly in the dim candlelight, like a shard of ice on a winter's day, sharp and chilling. An ancient power seemed to flow from the blade, the power of the swords passed down through the Luo Chen family. He whispered to me, "Miao Miao, hide behind me. I'll handle them." His voice was low, but it was filled with determination to protect me. His eyes held a resolute resolve, a determination not to retreat, no matter what danger.

I nodded, my eyes fixed nervously on the shadows. Luo Chen rushed towards the shadows. His swordsmanship was sharp, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by the sound of wind. The sword drew silver arcs in the air, like a meteor twinkling in the night sky. The blade whizzed through the air, making a slight "buzzing" sound, as if telling of its desire to fight. However, when the blade touched the shadow, it seemed to pierce into nothingness. The shadow just shook slightly and suffered no substantial damage. When the blade passed through the shadow, it was like passing through a ball of air, without making any collision sound. It felt like a punch on cotton, with no place to use the force.

"These things aren't physical entities. Ordinary attacks won't work," Luo Chen said, frowning. A hint of anxiety crossed his face, a flicker of doubt in his eyes as he began to ponder a response. His brows knitted together like two small hills, and his eyes gleamed with a thoughtful glint, like two faint stars in the darkness.

I began to search my mind for the spells I knew, and suddenly a potentially useful exorcism spell struck me. I closed my eyes, concentrated, and chanted a few words. My lips moved rapidly, uttering ancient, mysterious syllables one after another. Like an ancient incantation, the syllables flew from my mouth and lingered in the air. My hands formed complex hand seals, my fingers dancing nimbly in the air, as if weaving an invisible web. As I chanted, a faint light emanated from my hands. It started out faint, like a newly born star, then gradually grew brighter. That light felt like a warm power, especially precious in the cold darkness.

"Luo Chen, try this!" I shouted, thrusting the light in my hand toward the shadow. My voice trembled with nervousness, yet it was filled with hope. The sound echoed through the Sutra Library like a call for hope.

Seeing this, Luo Chen immediately used his sword to guide the light towards the shadow. The sword was like a conduit, accurately directing the light to its target. This time, the shadow seemed to have been struck in the heart, letting out a sharp cry, like the sound of nails scratching a blackboard, stinging one's ears. The sound echoed within the Sutra Library, like a cry of pain, a protest against the forces of darkness. Then, the shadow slowly dissipated, like morning mist dispelled by sunlight. Its body gradually became thinner, and finally disappeared without a trace, leaving only darkness.

Just as we breathed a sigh of relief, that sinister voice rang out again: "Do you think this will stop me? This is just a small warning." This voice was even colder than before, as if it came from a thousand-year-old ice cellar, and every word carried a piercing chill. That voice was like a sharp ice knife, piercing our hearts directly, making our hearts, which had just relaxed, tense up again.

Luo Chen shouted angrily, "Who are you? Why are you stopping us?" His voice echoed through the Sutra Library, but received no response. Silence returned to the Sutra Library, with only the sound of our rapid breathing filling the air. Our hearts hadn't yet fully calmed, as if we'd just finished a fierce race. Our breaths were rapid and heavy, each one a struggle to extract oxygen from the oppressive atmosphere.

Luo Chen turned to look at me and said, "Miaomiao, it seems our journey to discover our origins is even more difficult than we imagined. But we can't give up." His eyes were filled with determination, a resolve that would not waver no matter how many difficulties we encountered. His eyes were like a beacon, illuminating my path forward in this dark Sutra Library.

I nodded firmly. "Yes, let's continue reading this booklet." I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. That breath was like a stream of clear water, flowing into my heart and easing my nervousness a little.

We reopened the booklet and discovered an ancient legend within. The booklet's paper was thin, and the writing was faint, requiring careful deciphering. The handwriting seemed to be written with an ancient brush, each stroke possessing a unique rhythmic quality. The legend speaks of a dark force constantly seeking a chance to resurrect. Born from an ancient source of evil, this dark force, like a seed of darkness, has waited for its chance to sprout through the ages. It once brought great disaster upon the world, a calamity like a sweeping storm, destroying countless lives and civilizations. The Luo Chen family emblem holds one of the keys to stopping this dark force. It holds a mysterious power that can seal the core of the darkness. The emblem is like a lock, and the core of the dark force is like a caged beast. But at the same time, a sinister force seeks to exploit the emblem's power for its own ends, a force that long ago orchestrated a vast conspiracy. That conspiracy seems to be related to the mysterious ritual we saw. In that ritual, they tried to obtain the power of the emblem through evil means, and then release the dark power to rule the entire world. The ritual was like a dark carnival, and the participants were all bewitched by the evil power.

"So, the ritual we witnessed could be a plan of this evil force?" I asked in surprise. My eyes widened, shocked by this discovery. They were filled with confusion and worry, like two stirred lakes.

Luo Chen pondered for a moment and said, "It's very likely. Moreover, they definitely don't want us to find the truth, so they keep trying to stop us." His expression became more serious, and his eyes revealed his worry about the challenges ahead. His eyes were like a dark cloud, covering his firm determination.

We knew more dangers and challenges lay ahead, but our resolve to uncover the truth about our origins only grew stronger. We carefully tucked the booklet away and prepared to leave the Sutra Library to search for more clues about the dark forces and our family crest. We approached the gate cautiously, each step filled with caution, as if new dangers might emerge at any moment. Our steps were light, as if we feared disturbing the dark forces hidden within the Sutra Library. Our eyes were constantly alert to any movement around us, our bodies poised for battle.