Chu Yang carefully examined the box, observing every line and pattern, and every totem on it.
The patterns and totems on the box seemed to be conducting some sort of ritual, sacrificing something.
After the ritual and totems on the box were completed, there appeared a square, blood-red object, the size of a baby's fist.
Chu Yang looked at the square, blood-red object, the size of a baby's fist, and thought to himself, "The last pattern on the box is this square, blood-red object, the size of a baby's fist."
"Based on the patterns and totems on the box, the rituals and sacrifices conducted before were all for this square, blood-red fist-sized object."
"What in the world is this thing?"
As Chu Yang flipped through the box in his hands, he pondered deeply, what exactly was the square, blood-red fist-sized object depicted on the box?
"Huh?"
"There seem to be characters here."