Ghost Fan Tower really was underground. The three of them arrived before a slanted gateway leading downward, invitations in hand.
Unlike the sewers they had expected, Ghost Fan Tower's entrance actually had a proper gatehouse built for it. Though it stood on the remote outskirts of Bianliang, such an ostentatious display still surprised the three of them.
What kind of terrorist organization or cult put up a sign and operated openly?
That might make sense before they had been exposed. But after being exposed, while being purged by the government, they still put up a sign and brazenly established a headquarters. This was more than mere provocation.
Though surprised, the three did not hesitate in the slightest. They stepped into the underground gatehouse.
The interior of the gatehouse sloped downward. It was dark at first, but the farther inward they went, the more a ghastly white glow seeped from the surrounding walls and ceiling. It was a cold light, and when it shone upon them, it only made them feel chilled to the bone.
"Phosphorescent fire," Xu Shilan said softly.
Yamadai nodded in agreement, but he also had a question. "There isn't enough phosphorus in human bones for this, and it wouldn't stay bright for long."
Wu Pifu said nothing. His qi and blood were concealed, gathered tightly within his flesh, ready to deal with any ambush at any moment.
"It isn't purely phosphorescent fire," Xu Shilan said coldly. "There are records in Shadow Puppetry techniques. After death, the resentment of a soul can be used for many things. The simplest is shaping an environment. This place was arranged with phosphorescent fire and resentment. What we see as light may actually just be a dim underground passage."
"Right," Wu Pifu confirmed.
In his eyes, the passage displayed two different states.