Chu Yang held the nondescript box in his hand, wiping clean the black ashes on its surface.
On the nondescript box, a series of exquisite patterns appeared, beautifully carved totems gracing the surface of the box.
The beautifully carved totem patterns on the box seemed to emit a kind of charm.
Li Yuru and the other villagers were deeply attracted to the box in Chu Yang's hands, as if their very souls were being hooked away.
The box appeared to possess a deadly magic, causing Li Yuru and the other villagers to stare fixedly at it, their eyes motionless, as they saw the things their hearts desired.
"Wow... such a beautiful woman... I like her so much..."
"So much money..."
"Haha... cheers... to drinking... let's drink to our hearts' content today..."
The villagers ogling the box showed strange expressions, becoming excited. Their eyes turned blood-red, and their gaze grew greedy, "The box is mine... No one can take it away from me..."
