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

Chapter 550 Unexpected Events - Revenge with Hatred
Outside the monitoring room of Songtanbalu Palace, a dozen fully armed special agents, their eyes gleaming with lightning speed, were on high alert. Inside the monitoring room, Father Amans, dressed in a black robe embroidered with a cross in silver thread, frowned as he watched the paranormal surveillance footage.

"Judging from its mischievous behavior, it's very much like a noisy ghost, but a noisy ghost only plays pranks and doesn't directly harm humans..."

Delacroix frowned and said, "Father, it shouldn't be the noisy ghost. The dead security guard died because he lost his life force."

The noisy ghost is the most famous prankster in the Western world. This kind of ghost makes a drumming sound, night after night, without stopping. It will also violently bang on furniture, tear the bed to pieces, throw stones, and set fires, tormenting people to unbearable pain. This kind of ghost is the most troublesome, but it will not actively harm humans.

Only evil spirits actively harm humans.

"There are only two possibilities for the sudden appearance of an evil spirit: one is that the seal on the evil spirit was broken, thus releasing the evil spirit; the other is that an evil witch is using the evil spirit to harm people," Father Amans analyzed with a frown.

"Considering the countless Chinese antiques stored here, the most likely explanation is the first one: we may have encountered a Chinese evil spirit."

As a professional exorcist priest, Amans knew very well that evil spirits could not be created casually, and he had never heard of an evil spirit that could absorb human life force.

“What should we do then?” Delacroix asked, frowning.

"The best way is to find the sealed artifact; otherwise, finding and destroying it will be extremely difficult." Father Amans knew very well that the best way to eliminate the evil spirit was to find the vessel it was attached to.

At exactly midnight, just as the ancient bells of Fontainebleau Palace finished their final chime, a bizarre scene appeared on one of the monitors in the control room.

Delacroix sprang from his chair, his eyes glued to the monitor screen. In the porcelain showroom, rows of precious antique porcelain pieces were trembling eerily, as if manipulated by invisible hands.

“They’re here.” Julia’s voice trembled, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the holy tablet hanging around her neck.

Father Amans slowly rose to his feet, his long black robe appearing particularly heavy under the stark white lights of the monitoring room. His sharp, hawk-like eyes were fixed on the screen, and his calloused hands were now caressing the oak cross in his hands.

The chair on the screen suddenly toppled over, and then the huge crystal chandelier, after a violent sway, seemed unable to hold on any longer and snapped, falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.

Soon, the corridor's surveillance footage captured an antique vase rolling on its own, as if being kicked and played with by an unseen child.

The most chilling thing was the clearly audible children's laughter in the specially installed audio monitoring system—a twisted mix of innocence and malice hidden in their joy.

Delacroix pressed the communicator: "Attention all units, target active again. Remember, do not act alone, keep radios operational."

Father Amans had already placed the holy water bottle and Bible into his black robe pocket. He held up the crucifix, the silver image of the crucified Jesus gleaming coldly in the lamplight. “Let’s go, let’s go see—”

Delacroix got up, opened the door to the monitoring room, and quickly summoned four fully armed special agents to protect Father Amans. These men were wearing bulletproof vests and carrying modified MP5 submachine guns with magazines filled with specially made bullets with silver-plated tips.

The group left the relatively safe monitoring room and stepped into the deep corridors of Fontainebleau Palace. The lamplight cast swaying shadows on the ancient walls, and footsteps echoed in the empty corridors.

“Turn left,” Delacroix whispered. “The sound of porcelain is coming from the east wing corridor.”

Just as they turned the corner, a priceless Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase rolled toward them from the end of the corridor, stopping abruptly three meters away, as if stepped on by an unseen foot.

Father Amans immediately raised the cross and began reciting exorcism prayers in Latin. At first nothing happened, but as the incantation grew louder, the silver Jesus statue on the wooden cross began to glow faintly white.

"The Virgin Mary!" a Secret Service agent whispered, making the sign of the cross on his chest.

The white light grew brighter and brighter, gradually illuminating the entire corridor. At the moment when the light was at its peak, a small figure appeared beside the porcelain vase—it was a "child" who looked about four or five years old, but his skin was an unnatural bluish-gray, his eyes were as red as blood, and his mouth was stretched to an impossible degree, revealing a mouthful of pinpoint teeth.

"Not an evil spirit, but a ghoul!" Father Amans's face changed drastically, his voice hoarse with shock. "Fire!"

The evil child let out a scream powerful enough to shatter glass, a sound like a thousand steel needles piercing everyone's brain. Two special agents immediately knelt down, clutching their ears in agony. Delacroix felt warm liquid flowing from his ears—blood.

But the remaining two agents, enduring excruciating pain, pulled the triggers. Muzzles spitted fire as silver-plated bullets whistled through the corridor. Most of the first round of shots missed, leaving smoking bullet holes in the ancient walls.

The evil child dodged with inhuman speed, but was still struck by a bullet. The moment the silver bullet touched its bluish-gray skin, it hissed and emitted foul-smelling white smoke, like a red-hot iron hitting butter. The evil child let out an even more piercing scream, a sound that resonated through the glass of the corridor.

“Keep firing! Don’t let it get away!” Delacroix yelled, even though his own eardrums felt like they were about to burst.

Father Amans continued his chanting, and the light from the cross formed a barrier, seemingly restricting the child's movements. The special agents seized the opportunity to reload, and the second round of firing was even more accurate. A bullet struck the child's arm directly, causing a thick, black liquid to flow from it.

Having suffered a great loss, the evil child immediately turned and rushed towards the wall. To everyone's horror, it did not crash into the wall, but instead seemed to pass through the mist and merged directly into the ancient stone wall, leaving behind only a few drops of smoking black liquid and a piercing scream echoing in the corridor.

As the light faded from the cross, Father Amans staggered, and Delacroix quickly steadied him. The priest's face was ashen, as if he had aged several years in an instant, and his wrinkled forehead was covered in cold sweat.

“That’s not a European evil,” the priest gasped. “It’s some kind of ghoul from the East. My ritual can only wound it, not destroy it. Fortunately, these specially made bullets can inflict significant damage on it…”

At this moment, Julia arrived with her team. Together, they examined the black liquid left by the evil child on the ground. Julia immediately took out her medical kit, intending to put the liquid into a test tube, when Father Amans shouted, "Don't touch it! It's highly poisonous!"

Julia immediately withdrew her hand, staring in horror at the black liquid on the ground. Delacroix gazed at the wall where the evil child had vanished, his face ashen.

It escaped. Finding a child ghoul who can turn invisible and walk through walls in such a large palace with so many rooms is practically impossible.

“It’s injured. Follow the trail of the black blood—” Father Amans said with an extremely solemn expression, “It has a certain level of intelligence. If we don’t find it and eliminate it while it’s injured, it will definitely become more cautious next time and take revenge in a frenzy.”

"Alright, Julia, gather all team members, two people per group, and search all the rooms in the palace. If there's any unusual noise, fire immediately..." Delacroix gave the order.

"Sir, those antique artifacts..." Julia asked in a low voice.

“Try to avoid damage,” Delacroix said calmly.

"clear--"

. . . . . .

"Um?!"

Meanwhile, in the presidential suite of the Four Seasons Hotel, Gao Dongxu, who had just finished playing cards with the two sisters Ru Xin and Ru Qing and had fallen asleep with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes with a furrowed brow.

The evil child is injured?!

This was truly beyond Gao Dongxu's expectations; there was actually someone in France capable of harming the evil child.

We must go over there and check the situation.

Gao Dongxu immediately sat up, startling the two sisters, Ruxin and Ruqing, who had just fallen asleep. The two girls opened their eyes and asked with concern.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, you guys go to sleep. I'm going to talk to Leng Feng about something." Gao Dongxu got out of bed and took out a black outdoor windbreaker from his spatial storage and put it on.

When the two sisters saw Gao Dongxu's attire, they immediately understood that something had happened. However, Gao Dongxu refused to tell them, and the two sisters did not press him further. Instead, they softly said, "Be careful."

"Hehe, go to sleep. The one who should be careful is others, not me," Gao Dongxu said with a confident and playful laugh.

Thinking of Gao Dongxu's power and mystery, the two sisters chuckled and watched him get dressed and leave quickly.

Gao Dongxu woke Leng Feng up and asked him to drive him to Songdanbailu Town.

Upon arrival, Gao Dongxu asked Leng Feng to park the car in town, and he went alone to Songdan Bailu Palace under the cover of night.

Seeing the reporters, paranormal enthusiasts, and onlookers waiting at the palace gate, Gao Dongxu couldn't help but smirk and went straight to the woods behind the palace.

In the dark and gloomy forest, Gao Dongxu found a secluded spot, took out the twin phoenix-carved infant coffin, opened the lid, closed his eyes, held his breath, and used his consciousness connected to the evil child to issue the command to return.

After giving the order, Gao Dongxu took out the Dragon Patterned Jue and an antique with spiritual energy and began to convert the spiritual liquid.

Less than ten minutes later, Gao Dongxu opened his eyes and saw Xie Tong standing in front of him, his arm injured and dripping black blood, his ferocious face bearing a pained expression.

Gao Dongxu pointed to the baby coffin, and the evil child immediately returned happily to the double phoenix coffin.

Looking at the evil child lying down with its eyes closed, Gao Dongxu dripped a drop of spiritual liquid from the Dragon Patterned Wine Cup onto the wound on its arm.

A miraculous scene unfolded: the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the evil child opened his blood-red eyes, staring intently at the dragon-patterned jue in Gao Dongxu's hand with a look of intense longing.

"Open your mouth—" Gao Dongxu smiled slightly as he looked at Xie Tong's pleading expression and gave the order.

The evil child immediately opened its ferocious, bloody mouth full of sharp teeth. Gao Dongxu, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, poured the spiritual liquid from the Dragon Pattern Jue directly into the evil child's mouth.

Upon receiving the spiritual liquid, Xie Tong immediately revealed a joyful and ecstatic expression, his blood-red eyes still fixed on Longwen Jue.

"That's all, maybe next time—" Gao Dongxu said indifferently, not caring whether Xie Tong could understand or not. He put away the Dragon Pattern Jue, took out five bronze bells, strung them together with an iron wire, and hung them around Xie Tong's neck.

The dagger pierced the fingertip, squeezing out a drop of blood, which was then placed on the evil child's forehead. He closed his eyes, and their consciousness connected.

(End of this chapter)