I am a swordsman in a strange city

Chapter 109 The original poster
A letter arrived unexpectedly; I looked at its contents.

He put on his coat, picked up his bamboo flute, and went outside. Looking down from the second floor, he saw a rickshaw already parked outside his courtyard gate.

The car was black, and a person wearing a black round hat was sitting on the front footrest. He had his head down, so you couldn't see his face at all.

Pei Ju wanted to see who these people were, so he leaped up and stepped on the low wall on the second floor. He had already leaped across the empty space of the courtyard and landed on the car like a wild goose.

The man in the black hat sitting on the front of the car immediately got up, pulled the car and ran. Pei Ju, sitting on it, felt the scenery of the alley rushing past, as if he were sitting on a high-speed train.

Once on the street, people and vehicles didn't even drive on the street; they actually crossed the road directly. Suddenly, a bright light shone, and a speeding car crashed into him. Pei Ju's heart tightened. The car had already hit him, but it passed right through him. He turned around, and the car had already reached the end of the street; he could only see its taillights.

His heart was still pounding when he turned around and found himself on Liujin Street. In the blink of an eye, he was at Qingdai Tower.

Pei Ju thought of the days when he came here to study under Teacher Han Yitong, and the thought flashed through his mind.

The rickshaw didn't even exist; it crashed straight into the doorway.

The door didn't open, but Pei Ju felt that when he bumped into it, the gap in the door widened rapidly, as if it had become a huge narrow valley, and the rickshaw drove straight in.

Pei Ju's vision went dark as he entered a huge space.

In this space, he saw a ball of light in the distance, and heard some creaking sounds. It was someone performing a play, and by the light, he could see people sitting scattered below the stage.

The rickshaw was parked not far away. Pei Ju got off the rickshaw and glanced at the driver. He saw the driver lower his head, pull the rickshaw to the side, and park it in the darkness, making it difficult to see him.

He just remembered that Teacher Han Yitong had once ridden in a rickshaw, which looked mysterious and strange at the time, and now he was actually riding in one himself.

The thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before he looked at the people sitting there watching the show.

These people all had their backs to him, and judging from the back of their heads, he was certain they were not good people.

He slowly walked over, about to see them face to face, but at that moment, everyone turned around.

Pei Ju's heart, which had been pounding, suddenly began to race. The person closest to him had a gaunt face, and next to him was a woman wearing a red flower, but a centipede was crawling out of one of her eyes.

Next to her was an old woman with cloudy eyes and no nose, and her open mouth was full of rotten black teeth, which was disgusting.

The one next to it turned around, and it turned out to be a pig's head, with eerie eyes.

Upon seeing this, Pei Ju's consciousness inexplicably contracted, and his heart felt as if it had been gripped by someone.

"Lang Jun!"

Suddenly, a female voice sang from the stage.

"Why are you so late~~~..."

Pei Ju then saw clearly that there was a woman on the stage dressed in theatrical costume. She had long flowing sleeves, a crown of flowers on her head, and pale powder on her face. Pei Ju didn't know which school of opera this belonged to.

All he wants to know now is who wrote him the letter and who invited him here.

"Did you write this letter to me?" Pei Ju asked, referring to the woman performing on stage.

"My lord, why are you only arriving now... ah..."

Pei Ju frowned slightly and said, "Playing tricks."

"Heh heh!" At this moment, the old woman next to Pei Ju suddenly sneered and said, "Young man, do you know where you are?"

"This is where?"

"This is the Underworld Stage. No living person can leave here. Now that you've come, you won't leave." The speaker was an old man with a withered face, wrapped in a cloth hat.

"Who wrote that letter?" Pei Ju asked again. "It was a death warrant. You received it, you came, and now you can't leave."

"Who wrote it?" Pei Ju asked again.

"Of course it's our boss." This time, it was that idiot who answered.

"Where is he?" Pei Ju asked again.

"Who knows?" The woman whose eyes seemed to be crawling out of centipedes spoke, as if she were lamenting, or perhaps searching for the owner of the building.

"We were perfectly fine in our own homes, but the host summoned us here, and we haven't left since. We've been listening to operas here every day, and we're already tired of it. Young man, why don't you go up and sing a song?" It was the old woman who spoke.

Pei Ju moved about in the darkness, ignoring the words of those ghostly figures.

He discovered that the darkness was vast, and the only source of light was the lamps around the stage. However, no matter which way he turned, he would not stray too far from the stage. He would keep walking forward, and when he turned around, the stage would still be there.

So he went back to the stage, walked up to it, and stood in front of the singing actor. The actor just kept singing to himself. Pei Ju stared at him for a while, then suddenly turned to look down and reached under his coat to pull out the bamboo flute that was tucked into his belt.

He started playing the flute.

A song of rising tides over the blue sea.

The moment the high-pitched sound of the flute appeared, it was as if a world of martial arts had descended upon us.

A murderous aura permeated the air, and darkness churned.

The sound of the flute drowned out the melodious opera singing.

Darkness is churning.

The ghosts and monsters sitting below listening to the music all covered their ears, but the sound of the flute was something they couldn't block out.

"Stop blowing."

"Stop blowing."

"Stop blowing."

"Stop blowing."

"Stop blowing."

Pei Ju closed his eyes, sensing the darkness. Where could one find fish hidden beneath the surface of calm water? Only by stirring the water could the fish beneath the surface be made to move.

Just then, he suddenly felt something. He looked up and saw a human head hanging above him. The head was shriveled, but the eyes were exceptionally moist. If you only looked at the eyes, you would think they were beautiful.

"Master, you invited me here to resolve our grievances. I've arrived, yet you're hanging alone on the sky hook. What does this mean?" Pei Ju asked.

The head swayed, but its eyes remained fixed on Pei Ju, while the ghosts below remained silent in fear.

“If you don’t speak, I’ll just go by my own understanding.” After Pei Ju finished speaking, he suddenly leaped up, accompanied by the sound of a flute. The sound of the flute was like a sword, piercing through the void. Pei Ju’s sword finger stabbed out like a sword, with a faint glimmer of light at the tip of his finger. But to others, his sword finger was extremely sharp.

The hanging head suddenly opened its mouth, spewing out a cloud of black smoke, and Pei Ju's figure twisted and turned in the void like a wild goose.

While in mid-air, he reached into his robes and found a Thunderfire Demon-Slaying Sword Token.

Suddenly, it swung at the pig-headed man below.

(End of this chapter)