A box about thirty centimeters square, the whole body is a dark blue-black color, the material is neither gold nor wood, and it feels bitingly cold to the touch. Although it is summer, the cold air seems to penetrate into the cracks of the bones.
The box was engraved with patterns, but they were not any traditional patterns Lin Mo had ever seen. Those lines twist and swirl, forming some indescribable patterns. If you look at them for a long time, you will feel that the lines seem to be crawling on their own, and your eyes will be dazzled.
