Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 548 The Evil Child Unleashed
After discussing drone technology with Liao Yingdi, Gao Dongxu copied all the technical materials.

These technologies will be the cornerstone of his strategic layout in the domestic technology industry.

Around 2:30 p.m., Gao Dongxu, along with three women who had woken up and were dressed up, boarded a luxury car and headed to Fontainebleau, a town in Paris.

Fontainebleau Palace there is one of the largest royal palaces, and it has been used as a hunting lodge for French kings since the 12th century.

Fontainebleau originally means "beautiful spring." The Celestial Palace in the palace was built under the supervision of Empress Eugénie during the reign of Napoleon III, and it houses and exhibits hundreds of treasures from Asia.

Many Chinese people who come to Paris like to visit the Louvre Museum, but the Louvre doesn't actually display many Chinese artifacts. It's not that the Louvre doesn't have them, but rather that it does so intentionally, storing countless Chinese artifacts in warehouses.

It has to be said that the French are indeed more cunning than the British, unlike the British Museum, which stirs up hatred among Chinese people.

However, the Palace of Fontainebleau houses the largest and finest collection of Yuanmingyuan treasures among Western museums, with its Heavenly Court Pavilion serving as a Western representation of the Yuanmingyuan. The Heavenly Court Pavilion was built specifically to store Yuanmingyuan artifacts.

After the Anglo-French allied forces looted and destroyed the Old Summer Palace in 1860, the French commander in China, Montauban, presented the so-called spoils of war looted from the Old Summer Palace to Napoleon III and Queen Eugénie.

Currently, the collection there contains more than 30,000 pieces of famous paintings from various dynasties of China, gold and silver jewelry, porcelain, incense burners, chime bells, gemstones, and gold and silver artifacts.

Inside the museum, the light is soft, and the footsteps are light, as if each step is on the dust of time, guiding every visitor through the corridor of time.

The sheer quantity and variety of the collection are breathtaking.

However, when Gao Dongxu stood with the three women in front of the wooden cabinet filled with various porcelain items, an indescribable sense of loss arose spontaneously.

The display case shows all kinds of porcelain, some smooth and delicate, others exquisite and unique. But unfortunately, none of these porcelain pieces have names or any explanation of their origins.

They are like orphans whose identities have been forgotten, crammed together, losing their original luster and stories. Such a display method is undoubtedly a neglect and desecration of these precious cultural relics.

When Gao Dongxu's gaze fell upon the cut and damaged cultural relics, the respect and pride in his heart were instantly replaced by an indescribable anger and grief.

The fire at the Old Summer Palace burned for three days and three nights, and the British and French took advantage of the chaos to loot and move things for three days and three nights.

They not only plundered countless treasures and cultural relics, but also cruelly destroyed and cut them. These cuts became permanent scars on the relics, and also a wound in the hearts of the Chinese people.

Standing before these cultural relics, Gao Dongxu seemed to hear their silent weeping and lamentation. They bore witness to the nation's glory and suffering, and carried the wisdom and hard work of countless ancestors.

However, now that they are wandering in foreign lands, how can one not feel pity and indignation?
Everything here represents not only the corruption and incompetence of the Qing Dynasty, but also the greed and barbarity of countries like Britain and France.

The more Gao Dongxu looked, the heavier his heart became. Although the collection here was breathtaking, his heart was filled with an unspeakable anger. Everything here was like the scars and marks of the Celestial Empire, and these Frenchmen were using them to flaunt their former glory and power.

Gao Dongxu knew he shouldn't be so emotional, but the more he learned about the value and preciousness of these cultural relics and antiques, the more unable he was to calm down.

"I'm going to the restroom." Gao Dongxu said indifferently to the three women who sensed his change in mood, and then followed the signs into the restroom.

There were no surveillance cameras here. Gao Dongxu walked into a separate cubicle, closed the door, put the toilet lid on, reached out and touched the double phoenix-carved infant coffin. He opened the coffin lid and looked at the evil child corpse lying inside with its eyes closed. His eyes flashed with a cold and sharp light.

If the French can do what they say on the first day of the month, then Gao Dongxu can do what they say on the fifteenth. He plans to release the evil child, completely disrupt the entire Palace of Fontainebleau, and turn the palace into a haunted house.
At the same time, he planned to release the evil child, allowing it to absorb the yang energy of the French to strengthen itself.

Those who refine corpses or are zombies either feed on qi or blood.

Gao Dongxu would naturally not allow the evil child to drink blood. Although doing so would make the evil child grow stronger quickly, it would also make the evil child bloodthirsty, lose its spirituality, and only know how to kill, which would easily cause a backlash.

Absorbing Qi involves absorbing a person's Yang energy, which can also make the evil child stronger. The downside is that the advancement speed is slower than that of Absorbing Blood, and it requires a large amount of human Yang energy.

The advantage is that the more yang energy a child absorbs, the greater its spirituality becomes, and it acquires a certain level of intelligence.

Domestically, Gao Dongxu would naturally not release evil children to harm his own people, but abroad, he has fewer such concerns and moral constraints.

Moreover, Gao Dongxu was extremely displeased at the moment, and since he was displeased, he naturally wanted to let his mind be at ease. A dagger appeared in his hand, he pricked his fingertip, squeezed out a drop of blood, and placed it on Xie Tong's forehead. Gao Dongxu closed his eyes, held his breath, concentrated, and channeled a wisp of spiritual energy into Xie Tong, giving him the order to cause trouble that night.

The evil child suddenly opened its blood-red eyes, its lips curling into a sinister smile. It climbed out of the coffin and nimbly jumped down. Just as Gao Dongxu was about to use the sliver of consciousness linked to the evil child to stop it and open the door for it, the evil child turned into a ghostly, transparent outline in his eyes and passed directly through the bathroom partition door.

After his initial surprise came Gao Dongxu's delight. He flung open the door and saw Xie Tong, like a happy and mischievous child, swinging his arms and skipping as he ran out of the bathroom.

Gao Dongxu couldn't help but reveal a bright smile. Back in the underwater tomb, it already possessed a certain level of intelligence, even leading Wu Xie and the others to deal with the white-haired drought demon inside the twelve-armed female corpse, hoping to reap the benefits and devour the white-haired drought demon.

Now, with his help, it has devoured the white-haired drought demon, gaining not only more spirituality but also the ability to pass through walls—a truly delightful surprise.

It seems we still need to find rice dumplings, blood corpses, and drought demons to feed the evil child; perhaps that will increase his other divine skills.

"Let them cause trouble—" Gao Dongxu sneered. He decided that before leaving France, he would keep the evil child in the Palace of Fontainebleau and turn it into a haunted palace that the French feared!
After putting away the twin phoenix-carved baby coffin, Gao Dongxu smiled as he walked out of the bathroom, washed his hands at the sink, and quickly left. He found the three women and continued his tour.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Gao Dongxu led the three women out of Fontainebleau Palace. He took one last look at the magnificent palace, turned around and left, leaving behind only a string of almost inaudible low laughter echoing in the wind.

As night fell, the moonlight, like a pale veil, enveloped Fontainebleau Palace, making the magnificent building appear particularly eerie in the night.

Inside the Palace of Fontainebleau, four security guards on night duty are conducting their routine patrol. The leader, Pierre, is an elderly guard in his fifties who has worked at the palace for nearly twenty years.

"Why does it feel so cold tonight?" The young Black security guard, Jacques, rubbed his arms, his breath standing out sharply in the frigid air.

“Don’t be so paranoid,” Pierre said impatiently. “This palace is over eight hundred years old; of course it’ll be colder than outside.”

As they walked through the porcelain showroom, a soft giggle suddenly came from the darkness. The four of them stopped simultaneously and looked at each other in surprise.

"Did you hear that?" Luca, of Italian descent, asked nervously, his hand already on the stun gun at his waist.

“It’s probably the sound of the ventilation ducts,” Pierre said, trying to remain calm, though beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead. “Continue the patrol.”

Just then, a blue-and-white porcelain vase from the Qianlong era in the display case suddenly began to shake and then slowly rose into the air. The four security guards stared in disbelief at this scene, and Jacques even rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

The porcelain vase hovered in the air for a few seconds before crashing to the ground with a loud thud, scattering shards everywhere. Almost simultaneously, the crystal chandelier at the end of the corridor began to sway violently, emitting a piercing creak, even though there wasn't a breath of wind in the entire palace.

“This is impossible,” Pierre muttered to himself, his face pale.

The children's laughter rang out again, this time clearer, as if right beside their ears. The laughter was initially innocent and joyful, but it quickly became distorted and eerie, like an echo from the depths of hell.

"Run!" Luca shouted, and the four of them immediately turned and ran towards the monitoring room. Behind them came the sound of porcelain rolling and increasingly loud laughter, as if something invisible was chasing them.

After rushing into the monitoring room, Pierre immediately locked the door, and the four of them slumped into chairs, panting heavily. On the monitor screens, everything in the exhibition halls appeared normal, with no signs of abnormal activity.

“It must be a prank,” Pierre tried to offer a plausible explanation, but his voice trembled noticeably. “It’s probably those extremists protesting the return of the artifacts.”

"What kind of prank could make porcelain float by itself?" Jacques asked rhetorically, his eyes fixed on the monitor screen, afraid of seeing something he shouldn't.

Time ticked by, and the palace returned to an eerie stillness. At three in the morning, the exhausted security guards began to take turns dozing off. The obese Mark lay back in his chair and soon began to snore loudly. The other three were also drowsy, but fear prevented them from closing their eyes completely.

At exactly four o'clock in the morning, the temperature in the monitoring room suddenly dropped sharply. Pierre felt a chill creep up his spine. He looked around alertly, but saw nothing.

However, in a place that appeared empty to mortals, the translucent figure of the evil child was passing through the wall and entering the monitoring room. The evil child's eyes were bloodshot, and a sinister smile hung on its lips. It circled the four people in the monitoring room, finally tilting its head to examine a fat white security guard, as if it had chosen the most suitable prey.

The evil child grinned eerily, climbed up, and straddled Mark's chest. Mark, still asleep, frowned, his breathing becoming labored, but he didn't wake up. The evil child leaned down, almost face to face with Mark, and then opened its mouth—not a child's teeth, but a row of fine, needle-like sharp teeth.

It aimed at Mark's mouth and nose and inhaled forcefully. A milky white mist was drawn from Mark's seven orifices, writhing like a living thing as it was sucked into the evil child's body. As the white mist was sucked away, Mark's face quickly turned deathly pale, and his body began to twitch slightly.

(End of this chapter)