Snake at the Bottom of a Well

Shen Hui led Lu Huan through the side gate of the ancestral hall and toward the rear courtyard.

The rear courtyard of the ancestral hall was even more desolate than the front. Dead leaves lay piled across the ground, rustling beneath their feet.

Tall blue-brick walls surrounded it on all sides. Broken jars and rotting wooden frames were heaped in the corners.

There was no need to search for where the well was.

The moment they stepped into the courtyard, they could see dense demonic aura churning and billowing through the night.

If not for the courtyard walls blocking it, it could probably have been seen from two li away.

A stone slab seemed to have originally covered the well, but it had now been shifted halfway aside, left crookedly nearby.

Shen Hui walked to the well and leaned over to look inside.

The well was deep. Its surface was calm and unruffled, reflecting the small patch of night sky above the opening and the full moon at its center.

At first glance, it even possessed a touch of poetic charm.

Of course, that was only if one ignored the demonic aura soaring into the heavens.

Lu Huan also stood on tiptoe, clung to the well's edge, and peered inside. Looking up, she asked, "Are we going down?"

Shen Hui shook his head. "No need."

As he spoke, he brought the twin swords in his hand together. Red Calamity and White Skeleton instantly became one blade.

He then inverted the hilt, lowered the sword tip toward the well mouth, and released his grip.

The longsword shot from his hand, transforming into a streak of sword light like a bolt of white silk as it plunged straight into the well.

The instant the sword light entered the water, the tranquil surface