I am a swordsman in a strange city

Chapter 110 Scriptures of Communication with the Underworld
In that instant, the darkness was cleaved open, and the row of sitting ghosts seemed to be sliced ​​open like a painting. The scene in Pei Ju's eyes changed, and these things quickly dissipated.

At that moment, he suddenly felt warmth, his heart sank, and he opened his eyes abruptly, only to find himself in a dream.

I'm still in bed.

He sat up, turned his head, and found that there was indeed a letter on his bedside table.

However, the color of this letter was particularly strange. There was no envelope, and what was written on it was not words, but some kind of scribbles that were not written at all.

It looks like the scribbles of someone who has never been to school, like the work of a child.

The letter paper was not ordinary letter paper, but yellow straw paper.

The graffiti on it also looked like some dirty blood.

Pei Ju grabbed his clothes, took his bamboo flute and the Thunderfire Ghost-Slaying Sword Token, put on his shoes, and then jumped directly from the second floor to the opposite rooftop. He followed the roof ridge all the way to the street, jumped down, and ran all the way to Liujin Street, arriving in front of Qingdai Tower.

At this moment, he raised his head, because a large bird was circling overhead. It probably saw Pei Ju looking up, so the bird circled down and landed.

"Pei Ju, you really aren't a quiet person. What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?"

He was pleased with his decision; staying here had indeed been the right thing to do.

Pei Ju didn't speak, but handed over the letter he had just left by his bedside. Owl Liu Xiangyu glanced at it, but waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Don't give it to me, I don't want it, I don't want it."

"You know about this?" Pei Ju asked.

"This thing has several names: a letter of death, a document for communicating with the underworld, and a substitute talisman. You, you, where did you get involved with these evil things?"

"I don't know," Pei Ju replied.

He went forward and pushed open the door of the Qingdai Building.

Liu Xiangyu immediately said, "This place is forbidden; you can't just go in like that. What are you going in for?"

“This place is full of ghosts and monsters; I want to go in and take a look,” Pei Ju said.

"Then wait until I leave before you go in. Let me tell you, this place has been the site of many murders and deaths. It's a place where resentment has condensed. Also, someone once performed a ritual here, connecting this place with darkness. Even though it has been purified several times since then, it still can't be completely purified."

"This is a polluted place. If you live here for a while, you'll go crazy."

While he was speaking, Pei Ju had already unlocked the door.

He pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Then Liu Xiangyu exclaimed anxiously, "Hey, hey, hey... why did you go in..."

Pei Ju had a bamboo flute tucked into his waistband and held a piece of paper that looked like a ghostly scribble in his left hand. He didn't care what it was called.

His right hand was gripping the Thunderfire Demon-Slaying Sword Token.

With his spirit still within his body and the sword in his hand, he felt no fear whatsoever.

The feeling of being in a dream, as if his soul had left his body, filled him with uncontrollable fear; it was a terrible feeling.

He ignored Liu Xiangyu's shouts behind him and went straight inside.

He had previously attended lectures by Teacher Han Yitong here when he was studying esoteric arts, and there were six other people with him at that time.

It felt like he was back in the day. He walked into the darkness, but there were no teachers or classmates waiting for him in the depths of the darkness.

He still remembered the layout inside. When he came to the back, he saw the row of tables that Teacher Han had set up back then, with a chair opposite and seven chairs on the other side.

He didn't come after him, but there were still seven chairs. There were still traces of candle wax on the table, and even a few unused candle sticks.

However, Pei Ju did not see the oil lamp; it was Teacher Han's own lamp, which should be a forbidden item.

There is indeed a stage here, and Teacher Han's lectures are held behind the stage.

He looked around but found nothing.

"Pei Ju."

Someone called his name; it was Liu Xiangyu, the owl, who came in too.

"Do you know how to use this?" Pei Ju asked.

"I heard that all you need to do is take it, walk up a step, close your eyes, and walk down the step, imagining that there are countless steps below."

Pei Ju turned around and saw that there were steps leading down from behind the stage.

So he leaped onto the stage, came to the steps, closed his eyes, and was about to walk down, but his raised foot stopped.

Suddenly, he called out, "Liu Xiangyu, do you want to come down with me?"

"I can do it, I'll go with you." Liu Xiangyu jumped onto the stage and walked towards Pei Ju.

"Really? Aren't you afraid?" Pei Ju asked.

“We’re friends, so even if you’re scared, I’ll be there for you,” Liu Xiangyu said earnestly.

Pei Ju opened his eyes at that moment, turned his head, and said, "When did we become friends?"

Standing not far behind Pei Ju, Liu Xiangyu's face stiffened for a moment before he said, "You don't consider me a friend, but I do consider you a friend."

"Heh." Pei Ju sneered and said, "You've gone to great lengths to lure me into this dark cave. I want to know what's inside. Why are you so determined to lead me in?"

"Uh, what did you say?" Liu Xiangyu asked, his face full of confusion, but his eyes were somewhat unfocused.

"It's alright. You want to lure me in? I will go in one day, but not now. If any of you appear in front of me now, I will kill you." As Pei Ju finished speaking, he raised and swung the Thunderfire Ghost-Slaying Sword in his hand.

Liu Xiangyu seemed to have been prepared; with a swift movement, he swam through the darkness like a fish. Pei Ju's Thunderfire Ghost-Slaying Sword Token, though small and short, wielded with the force of a giant axe.

A sweeping, powerful slash.

With each strike of the sword, Liu Xiangyu's movements seemed to cleave the darkness of the void, creating cracks and weaving a net, while Liu Xiangyu's evasive range shrank smaller and smaller.

He was extremely anxious and cried out, "No one can escape the will of the underworld. You will eventually go down there on your own."

"I'll go down myself; that's my own business," Pei Ju replied coldly, his swordplay suddenly changing, becoming swift and ethereal.

Liu Xiangyu was caught off guard and was slashed by the sword, turning into a wisp of black smoke that dissipated into the darkness.

Pei Ju circled around again, but because it was too dark, even with his good eyesight, he couldn't see clearly. So after circling around a few times, he came out.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw Liu Xiangyu circling around.

Pei Ju smiled; he knew Liu Xiangyu couldn't have come in on his own.

Because he is not that kind of person.

(End of this chapter)