The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

We carefully held the box emitting a faint blue light, taking each step with extreme caution, as if the ground beneath our feet might crack open and swallow us at any moment. The box's blue light flickered like a mysterious phosphorescent flame in the darkness of the cave, carrying a bewitching magic that both captivated and alarmed us. The passages within the cave were intricate, like a labyrinth carefully woven by nature over countless years. Luo Chen treaded cautiously on the path ahead, his steps as light as a feline, each footfall seeming to test the ground's firmness. His eyes, like those of a sharp eagle, scanned the surroundings. I, like his loyal shadow, followed closely, never daring to take my eyes off the box. The blue light from the box was like a guiding light in the dim passage, yet also like a time bomb poised to detonate at any moment. My heartbeat rose and fell with the flickering blue light, as if its every flicker foreshadowed the unpredictable nature of fate.

Finally, after a long and daunting trek, we discovered a seemingly safe little cave. The entrance was tightly concealed by vines, a green curtain that made the cave invisible from the outside. Luo Chen approached the entrance cautiously, like a seasoned scout, his ears perked up to listen for sounds, his eyes sharp for any signs of danger. Gently parting a few vines, he crouched and slowly entered the cave. After a while, his voice echoed from within, whispering that it was time to enter. With a sigh of relief, I followed him into the cave.

The cave's interior wasn't large, yet it evoked an inexplicable sense of security. I placed the box on a naturally flat rock in the center of the cave. It felt as if the earth had purposely prepared a home for this mysterious box. We sat around the box, the silence so hushed that only our nervous breathing could be heard. The blue light emanating from the box permeated the small space, shrouding the entire cave in a faint azure glow, as if we were in a mysterious, shimmering dreamland.

"Should we really open it?" I couldn't help but ask, a hint of hesitation barely concealed in my voice. This hesitation wasn't born of cowardice, but rather a deep-seated awe in the face of an unknown and powerful force. The box was like a mysterious Pandora's box, full of temptations, but no one knew what would be released once it was opened.

Luo Chen glanced at me, his eyes were as firm as a rock, without the slightest hesitation, "We have gone through so many hardships and dangers to get this box, how can we be willing not to open it and take a look." His voice was low and powerful, every word sounded like a vow coming from the depths of his chest, full of unquestionable determination.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. My outstretched hand paused in mid-air, as if in a final struggle against my inner hesitation, before gently placing it on the box. The box's surface was icy cold. The moment my hand touched it, the blue light seemed disturbed and flickered slightly, like a sleeping spirit's wings fluttering at the gentle touch.

I slowly opened the box, and instantly, a blue light, several times stronger than before, surged from it, like a bursting dam, instantly filling the cave. The glare was so intense that we could barely open our eyes, and we instinctively shielded them tightly with our hands. But the light still permeated through our fingers, intensely assaulting our vision. After a long moment, as the light gradually softened, we slowly lowered our hands. Inside the box lay a fragment, emitting a strange glow. Its shape was strange and irregular, yet every corner seemed meticulously polished by a skilled craftsman. The blue light shone on it, reflecting a captivating brilliance. Runes, unlike anything we've seen before, were engraved on the fragment. Like the lost codes of an ancient civilization, these runes, mysterious and profound, seemed to silently tell a legendary story, sealed by time.

"Is this the artifact fragment?" Luo Chen asked softly, his voice filled with curiosity and anticipation. His eyes were fixed on the fragment, glimmering with a fiery desire, like an adventurer who had been groping in the darkness for a long time and suddenly saw the dawn of hope.

I was just about to reach for the fragment when a gentle humming sound reached my ears. It was a subtle, long-lasting sound, as if emanating from the depths of distant time and space, or a mysterious whisper emanating from within the fragment itself. Then, as if imbued with life, the runes slowly floated up from the fragment. They twirled gracefully in the air, each one like a tiny, independent star, emitting a faint yet unique light. Gradually, the runes converged before us, forming a blurry image.

The image shows an ancient castle, its walls covered in vines. Like living green pythons, the vines snaked around every corner of the castle, tightly enveloping it, as if guarding the secrets of this ancient structure. The castle appeared long abandoned, its walls etched with the marks of time. Cracks, like wrinkles on an old man's face, spoke of the vicissitudes of life. The castle's gate, a massive, heavy stone door, was closed. The rust on the door resembled the mottled marks of time, like the dust of history. A light mist, like a white veil, drifted gently, adding a dreamlike, mysterious atmosphere to the castle.

"What does this mean?" I looked at Luo Chen with confusion, my brows tightly furrowed and my eyes full of puzzlement.

Luo Chen shook his head, his face equally bewildered. His eyes fixed on the image, trying to discern some clue from the blurry picture. His gaze was like two sharp swords, intent on piercing the secrets hidden behind the image. Just as we were at a loss, the image suddenly shifted without warning. Deep within the castle, we saw a massive stone platform. It seemed meticulously carved from a single, massive rock, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura. On the platform sat a container similar to the box in our hands, only this one was larger and radiated a more intense light. The light shone like a burning flame within the darkened castle, a dazzling pearl in the darkness, illuminating a small area around it.

"Could this fragment be related to that container?" I boldly speculated. A spark of inspiration flashed in my eyes. Although the idea was still vague, I had a strong premonition in my heart.

Luo Chen frowned, lost in thought. His eyes grew deep and focused, as if everything around him had vanished, leaving only him and the puzzle before him. "Perhaps we should take this fragment to that castle," he said slowly, each word a carefully considered one, like an ancient sage revealing a forgotten truth.

We watched silently as the image faded, the runes returning to the fragment like spirits fulfilling their mission. I gently picked up the fragment and examined it carefully. It felt as if the fragment in my hand had grown heavier, as if it held countless unknown secrets. Those secrets weighed on my hand and my heart like an invisible weight. The temperature of the fragment also subtly shifted, no longer simply cold, but now holding a subtle warmth, as if it too longed to reunite with the vessel in the castle. This anticipation transformed into a warm emotion, flowing through my palm and into my heart.

"Then let's set off for that castle now." Luo Chen stood up, his movements quick and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. His eyes were filled with unwavering conviction, as if no matter how many dangers the castle ahead held, it couldn't stop him from moving forward.

We packed our bags and set out once again on a journey fraught with uncertainty. Following the images from the video, we headed in the general direction of the castle. Along the way, we passed through a dense forest. It was a vast green ocean, its trees towering and dense, their branches intertwined, blocking out the sun. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows that cast patches of golden light on the ground, like scattered gold coins. The forest was filled with the refreshing fragrance of grass and trees, blending with the sweet aroma of the earth, a refreshing feeling. However, this seemingly tranquil forest concealed many strange creatures.

There were winged fawns, their wings as transparent as cicada wings, shimmering with a rainbow of colors in the sunlight. They hopped lightly through the trees, their bodies graceful and agile, like forest spirits. Their eyes, like bright stars, curiously watched us, the uninvited guests. When we approached, they pricked up their ears in alarm, but they weren't afraid; they kept a distance, as if observing us for any threat. There were also talking squirrels, their round eyes brimming with curiosity and agility. Perched on branches, the squirrels cradled nuts in their tiny paws, and from time to time, they inquired about the outside world. Their voices were crisp and melodious, like the gurgling of a mountain stream, each syllable filled with childlike curiosity.

After several days of arduous journey, we finally arrived at the foot of the castle. The castle was even more magnificent and eerie than what we had seen in the images. The towering walls seemed to pierce the heavens, and the gargoyles on them bared their fangs and claws, their expressions ferocious and terrifying, every detail vivid. The gargoyles seemed to be the castle's guardians, their presence shrouding the entire castle in a majestic and terrifying atmosphere. The stones of the wall looked ancient and heavy, each stone bearing the memories of time, covered with moss and scratches. The moss was like a green cloak of time, and the scratches bore witness to the scars of history.

We approached the castle gate cautiously, taking every step with extreme caution, as if the ground beneath our feet were crisscrossed with traps. The gate was firmly shut, and a deathly silence reigned, a stillness so unsettling that it made us feel a little uneasy. Luo Chen reached out and pushed hard, but the gate remained motionless, like a solid mountain, standing silently there, unresponsive to our efforts. He increased his strength, tensing the muscles in his arms, but the gate remained like a stubborn giant, unwavering.

"Looks like we need to find another way in," Luo Chen said, his eyes began to search carefully around the gate, not missing any possible clues. His eyes were like a searchlight, sweeping over the walls, the ground, and the door frame around the gate, trying to find the secrets hidden within.

I crouched down, my eyes fixed on every detail around the gate. I noticed a small indentation on one side, its shape somewhat similar to the fragment in our hands. It looked like a carefully designed slot, and the surrounding stone was delicately textured, as if waiting for something to be inserted. The patterns resembled mysterious runes, seemingly chaotic and disorganized, yet imbued with a sense of hidden meaning.

"Luo Chen, look here." I pointed at the depression, a hint of excitement in my voice. That excitement was like groping in the dark for a long time and suddenly seeing a ray of light, illuminating our way forward.

Luo Chen walked over quickly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He carefully placed the fragment in the recess. The moment it clicked into place, there was a slight tremor, like a low roar from deep underground, and the door slowly opened. A stale smell filled us, a scent of dust, rotting wood, and ancient magic that was eerie. It was like an invisible hand, gently caressing our faces, yet also stirring an inexplicable fear within us.

We mustered up the courage to enter the castle, which was filled with a mysterious atmosphere. Like a thick fog, it was heavy and oppressive, transporting us to a mysterious otherworld. We walked along a long corridor, the walls of which were decorated with ancient portraits. The figures in these portraits had serious faces, their eyes brimming with majesty. The paint seemed faded, yet the exquisite craftsmanship of their original creations still shone through. Each portrait was like a witness to history, silently recounting the castle's past glory and vicissitudes. The figures in the portraits wore ancient costumes, some holding swords like valiant warriors, others wands like mysterious magicians. Their gazes seemed to traverse time and space, gazing directly at us, leaving us feeling scrutinized.

Suddenly, we heard a low roar that echoed through the corridor, deafening like thunder and chilling. The roar seemed to come from the depths of darkness, filled with anger and threat. It was like an invisible force, impacting our eardrums and causing our hearts to beat faster. We gripped our weapons tightly and looked ahead vigilantly. My hand gripped the hilt tightly, and my palm began to sweat. The sweat slid down the hilt, as if it was an outward manifestation of my inner tension. Luo Chen also adjusted his posture, his body leaning forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey at any time, his eyes fixed on the direction of the sound, his eyes full of vigilance and determination.

A massive shadow slowly emerged from the darkness, a monster covered in black scales. Its body was massive and powerful, each scale like a black shield, gleaming coldly in the dim light. Its body was as heavy as a hill, and with every step it took, the ground trembled slightly, as if bearing immense pressure. Its eyes, like two red lanterns, shone with a fierce gleam, filled with hostility towards the intruder. It opened its bloody maw, revealing sharp fangs like white daggers, gleaming coldly in the darkness. It roared at us, a roar that shook the corridor and sent dust cascading from the ceiling like a gray snowfall.

We knew a new battle was about to begin. But there was no fear in our eyes, only unwavering determination and a fearlessness for the unknown. We stared intently at the monster, our bodies like taut bowstrings, ready to strike at any moment. In this castle filled with mystery and danger, we must fight for our goal.