The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

I, Lin Yue, a soul from the modern world, somehow found myself transported into this ancient, tortured novel and became Su Xiao. This shift in identity felt like a sudden dream, leaving me somewhat disoriented. I am now a woman, but within this body resides a modern soul. This complex situation often leaves me feeling lost in this unfamiliar world.

Luo Chen, that man with stunning looks, looked like an immortal stepped from a painting. He claimed to be my fiancé, and every time I think of it, a complex ripple of emotion wells up in my heart. I recall a childhood filled with innocence and beauty, a time when we played together every day, as if the world was filled with only our laughter and joy. Back then, we followed the ancient custom of calling each other by our courtesy names. Mine was Miaomiao, his was Lingxiao. Every time I called him "Brother Lingxiao," my voice was filled with intimacy and dependence.

However, fate always plays tricks on us. Ten years ago, he moved away, like a gust of wind suddenly blowing away a bright spot in my life. Since then, the connection between us has been like a thread ruthlessly severed, completely broken. Add to that the fact that I hit my head a while ago, a serious blow, and many memories are like shattered puzzle pieces, scattered deep in my mind, difficult to piece together. To make matters worse, I'm not from this world, not the original owner, Su Xiao. How could I possibly possess those memories of the original owner?

In the original novel, the hero is Senior Brother Chu Feng, the heroine is Senior Sister Yun Yao, and I, in the original plot, am merely a disgusting, vicious supporting actress. I, a supporting actress, constantly misbehave, deliberately doing things that destroy the hero and heroine's relationship, ultimately suffering a tragic death. Now that I've been transported into this role, I naturally don't want to repeat my mistakes. I'm determined to turn over a new leaf and rewrite my own destiny. However, the plot, like a wild horse running wild, has long deviated from the original book's trajectory, becoming unpredictable. Every step is filled with uncertainty, making me tremble with fear in this world of fantasy and danger.

Just like now, we find ourselves in this mysterious, ancient castle, convinced that danger will soon be far away as the treasure box's light continues to purify the castle. The light emanating from the treasure box, like warm sunlight, gradually dispels the darkness within the castle, and the evil hidden in the corners seems to gradually dissipate under this light. But who could have imagined that a new sense of unease would spread silently, like mold growing in the dark.

The dark creatures that had been frightened and fled by the treasure box's light hadn't truly vanished. From time to time, in the castle's remote corridors and dank basements, their deep, eerie roars could be heard. Like a curse from the depths of hell, the sound echoed through the empty castle, fading and appearing. Each time it struck, it felt like cold fingers gently brushing against my spine, sending a chill down my spine.

Luo Chen, my Brother Ling Xiao, also noticed this anomaly with his keen senses. His handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, like a ripple on a calm lake. He said, "This isn't right. While the treasure box's power is formidable, it doesn't seem to be able to completely eradicate these dark creatures." The little boy, like a frightened animal, clutched at the hem of Brother Ling Xiao's clothes tightly, his eyes filled with fear. His voice trembled as he asked, "Brother, I'm so scared! Will they attack us again?" Brother Ling Xiao was like a guardian angel, a gentle smile on his face, and he whispered soothingly, "Don't be afraid. We'll find a way."

But at that moment, a deafening roar shattered the brief peace. Like the roar of an ancient beast, filled with rage and power, it rolled from the depths of the castle. In an instant, the entire castle shook violently, as if struck by a colossal blow. The ground shook like a surging sea, and stones from the walls fell as if pushed by invisible hands. We were like a small boat in a storm, scrambling for cover. I cried out in terror, "What's going on? Could there be an even more powerful dark force hiding in the castle?" Brother Ling Xiao nimbly dodged the falling rocks and said calmly, "It's possible. We need to go and see."

So, we cautiously advanced in the direction of the sound. Along the way, the castle walls, like a canvas eroded by darkness, were covered in strange black lines. These lines, as if alive, snaked and grew across the walls. With each extension, the air around us seemed to grow colder. The closer we got to the source of the sound, the thicker the darkness, like a thick fog, enveloped us.

When we finally reached the vast underground hall deep within the castle, the sight before us stunned us. A vast vortex of darkness, like a demon with its maw gaping, silently lurked in the center. From within the vortex emanated a sickening, sinister odor, a stench like decaying corpses mixed with the acrid stench of sulfur, leaving us dizzy and dazed. Surrounding the vortex lurked a swarm of dark creatures unlike any we had ever seen. These creatures were immense, each the size of a small hill. Their bodies were covered in black scales that gleamed with an icy light in the darkness, as if crystallized by the power of darkness. Their eyes, like blazing flames, glowed blood-red, revealing endless hostility and greed.

One of the dark creatures spotted us first. Like a hunter finding its prey, it excitedly opened its blood-red maw and let out a deafening roar. The roar resonated through the hall like thunder. Hearing the sound, the other dark creatures turned their gazes towards us. Their eyes were like sharp blades, piercing us straight ahead, filled with hostility and malice, as if they were ready to tear us to pieces in an instant.

I gripped the sword tightly, the pattern on the hilt pricking my hand slightly, but I dared not relax. I mentally encouraged myself, "Another fierce battle is about to begin." Brother Lingxiao also raised his wand, the gemstone on its tip gleaming faintly in the darkness. He said sternly, "We can't let them destroy the treasure box's treasures. We must stop them." The little boy hid obediently behind us, his tiny hands clutching our clothes tightly as he whispered, "Brother, sister, be careful."

The dark creatures slowly approached us, each step akin to a miniature earthquake, shaking the ground violently. Their black scales rustled softly as they moved, like the footsteps of death, remarkably clear in the silent hall. Their cold light grew increasingly glaring, a foreboding of certain death. I took a deep breath, summoning my courage, and charged forward like a daring cheetah. My sword slashed through the air in a brilliant arc, bearing my resolve and courage as I slashed at the leading dark creature. The creature, however, remained unfazed. It effortlessly swung its massive claws, parrying my blow as easily as swatting a fly. Its strength was astonishing; I felt a surge of force emanating from my sword, sending a numbing shock through my arm, nearly losing my grip on the sword.

Not to be outdone, Brother Ling Xiao began to cast his spell. Beams of magic shot out from his wand, like brilliant meteors streaking through the dark night sky, accurately striking several dark creatures. However, these creatures seemed to have a certain resistance to magic. After being struck by the magic, they only paused briefly, their bodies trembling slightly a few times, before recovering and continuing to pounce on us fiercely.

The battle intensified. I gritted my teeth, desperately resisting the attacks of these dark creatures. However, their numbers were simply too great, pouring in like a tide, their power growing stronger. I'd already sustained some minor injuries, my clothes ripped a few times, and my arms and legs a few scrapes, burning with pain. Brother Lingxiao's situation wasn't looking good either. His magic power was rapidly depleting, beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his wand movements were gradually slowing down.

Just as we felt our efforts were beginning to fail, the treasure box's light suddenly blazed brighter. Like a dazzling sun bursting through the clouds, a powerful beam shot forth from the treasure box, hurtling straight towards the dark vortex. Under the impact of the light, the dark vortex began to tremble violently, like a giant beast struck in a vital area, growling in pain. The surrounding dark creatures were also affected, their movements becoming sluggish, their once nimble movements becoming stiff, and their attacks becoming much less powerful.

I saw this opportunity, a glimmer of hope. Summoning my courage once more, I raised my sword. With unwavering conviction in my eyes, I launched a fierce attack against the dark creatures. My sword rained down like raindrops, each stroke laced with rage and a desperate desire to survive. Brother Lingxiao also gathered his remaining magical energy, muttering something to himself as he cast a powerful spell. A massive magical shield appeared before us, pushing back several of the dark creatures that approached us. The little boy excitedly shouted, "The treasure box is helping us!"

With the power of the treasure box, the tide of battle gradually turned. The number of dark creatures began to dwindle. Every time one fell, we gained a little more hope. Under the continuous impact of the treasure box's light, the dark vortex gradually shrank, and the evil aura also weakened.

Just as we thought victory was imminent, a massive black tentacle suddenly emerged from the swirling darkness. Like a gigantic python, it spun toward us at breakneck speed. Brother Lingxiao and I were caught off guard by this sudden attack. We had no time to dodge before the tentacle entangled us tightly. The tentacle's strength was astonishing, like coils of sturdy iron chains, tightening ever tighter, making it nearly impossible to breathe. The little boy screamed in terror, "Brother, sister!" his voice filled with despair and helplessness.

The tentacle, relentless and relentless, dragged us towards the dark vortex, ignoring our struggles. We struggled desperately, like two fish caught in a net, but no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't break free from its unbreakable bonds. The light from the treasure box continued to weaken the dark vortex, but it seemed insufficient to free us from this sudden crisis.

As we drew closer to the dark vortex, the sinister aura weighed heavily on us like an invisible wall, nearly suffocating us. My consciousness began to blur, and the scene before me grew completely black. I felt as if I were falling into an endless abyss, surrounded by a dead silence. My heart was in turmoil. On the one hand, this life-or-death crisis filled me with fear and despair; on the other, my feelings for Brother Ling Xiao became even more entangled. I knew I couldn't fall in love easily, after all, I didn't know when I would be transported back to my original world. Yet, he truly attracted me. His looks, his gentleness, his courage—everything was like a magnet, drawing me in. I admit that I was superficial; I simply liked his face. But in this uncertain situation, I couldn't afford to dwell on such sentimental matters.