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

Chapter 551 Kill them all, loot them all, burn them all!
Gao Dongxu focused his mind, gave Xie Tong a new command, withdrew his finger, looked into Xie Tong's blood-red eyes, and said calmly, "Go play—"

The evil child's blood-red eyes lit up with excitement. It stuck out its small, bluish-gray tongue, licked its needle-like teeth, and then turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the night.

Gao Dongxu looked at Songdan Bailu Palace not far away, took out a hideous demon mask and put it on, then put on a pair of black tactical gloves. He crouched down and quickly ran to the tall walls of the palace, waiting patiently.

In the east wing of the Palace of Fontainebleau, Father Amans's cross gleamed faintly in the white light. Delacroix followed behind him, followed by twelve fully armed special agents spread out in tactical formation, each with an infrared sight mounted on their rifle.

“Thermal imaging shows an unusual heat source in the room ahead,” Julia said, her voice tense as she stared at the handheld detector. “The temperature is 15 degrees lower than the surrounding area, and it’s moving.”

Suddenly, a clear "ding-a-ling" sound came from the end of the corridor, like a bell being rung by a child at play. The sound echoed in the ancient corridor, creating an eerie harmony.

“What’s that sound?” Delacroix frowned, unconsciously rubbing his temples. The ringing reminded him of the broken music box in his grandmother’s attic when he was a child—it would always ring by itself in the middle of the night until his father threw it into the fireplace.

Father Amans gripped the crucifix tightly: "Don't get distracted, that thing is just ahead—"

"Ring. Ring."

The ringing grew more frequent, like countless tiny bells ringing simultaneously. Suddenly, an agent kicked the wall in frustration: "Damn it, can't you stop this awful noise?!"

Delacroix looked at his usually calmest teammate with surprise. Just then, he noticed that everyone's expressions had become strange—brows furrowed, lips twitching, and eyes flashing with an unnatural ferocity.

“There’s something wrong with the sound of that bell, everyone be careful,” Father Amans warned sharply, but his voice sounded unusually distant.

Delacroix was about to nod in response, but froze the moment he looked up—standing before him was not Father Amans, but a rotting priest's corpse! Maggots crawled out of the priest's empty eye sockets, revealing stark white bones beneath his black robe.

"My God!" Delacroix staggered back, hearing a chorus of terrified screams all around him.

"They've turned into zombies!"

"Fire! Fire now!"

Delacroix turned his head and saw that the faces of all the Secret Service agents were beginning to rot and peel away, some even revealing skeletal smiles. Extreme fear instantly transformed into a killing instinct, and without hesitation, he drew his pistol, aimed it at the nearest "walking corpse," and pulled the trigger.

Gunshots rang out in the corridor. The wounded agents' chests exploded in blood, yet they still grinned and charged forward. Delacroix fired continuously until his magazine was empty. He was horrified to discover that even with bullets to the head, the "monsters" continued to move.

“Holy water. I need holy water.” Delacroix frantically reached for the water jug ​​at his waist, only to see “Rotting Corpse Amans” draw a gleaming rapier from his black robes—the hilt was inlaid with flawless diamonds that reflected a dazzling silver light in the lamplight.

"In the name of the Lord, drive out evil!" Father Amans shouted, his rapier striking Delacroix's throat like a venomous snake.

Delacroix barely managed to dodge, but the tip of the sword still slicing through his carotid artery. In the instant hot blood gushed out, he vaguely saw the priest's face flickering between the rotting corpse and the real person—like a television screen with a poor signal.

Madness reigned in the monitoring room. Julia screamed and slammed a keyboard into her colleague's head as she saw the face melting, turning into a waxy substance. "You're not human!" she roared, her nails scratching the colleague's skin, only to see more "wax" gushing out.

A technician bit off another man's throat, blood splattering onto the monitor screen and turning the image red. The sound of bells and children's laughter continued to emanate from the speakers, as if providing accompaniment to the massacre.

Ten minutes later, the ringing stopped.

In the east wing corridor, the five surviving special agents lay dying in pools of blood. Delacroix lay supine in the corner, blood gushing from a wound on his neck, his vision blurring. He saw Father Amans kneeling not far away, a rapier embedded in his abdomen—the priest seemed to realize he was hallucinating at the last moment and chose to end his own life.

"jingle."

The clear bell rang again, and a small figure hopped out of the shadows. The evil child's blood-red eyes gleamed with the joy of a successful prank. It gleefully trod through the blood-soaked ground, stopping before each dying person to greedily suck up their last breaths of life.

When the evil child reached Delacroix, he mustered his last strength to raise his hand, trying to grab the demon. The evil child chuckled, easily dodging him, then opened his small mouth full of sharp teeth, aiming it at Delacroix's mouth and nose—

A wisp of white mist was drawn from the other's seven orifices, and the evil child squinted his eyes in ecstasy, a hint of color appearing on his bluish-gray skin. Delacroix's body convulsed violently a few times, then went limp and motionless, his eyes still wide open, frozen with endless fear.

After absorbing the yang energy of all the survivors, the evil child let out a satisfied burp, its eyes glowing red. It hopped and skipped across the corridor, leaving a trail of bloody footprints in its wake.

The monitors in the control room were still functioning normally, displaying the horrific scenes throughout the palace: corpses lying haphazardly in the east wing corridor, bloody traces of a chaotic battle inside the control room, and the figure of a wicked child leaping merrily.

"Click——"

Under the cover of night, Gao Dongxu, dressed in black and wearing a mask, easily scaled the wall and jumped into the courtyard. He quickly ran to a window in the palace whose glass had been shattered by a bullet, easily climbed onto the windowsill, reached out and felt around for a moment, then opened the window. Looking at the horrific scene in the corridor, he raised an eyebrow slightly, avoided the blood on the ground, and jumped off the windowsill.

With his eyes closed, Gao Dongxu contacted the Evil Child with his mind. Soon, the sound of the bell came again, growing closer. He now held the Three Pure Ones Bell in his hand, gently shaking it, his expression unmoved by the sound of the bronze bell. The Evil Child passed directly through the wall, appearing before Gao Dongxu. He reached out and removed the bronze bell from the Evil Child's neck, ignoring the yearning in the Evil Child's bloodshot eyes, and directly stored it in his spatial storage.

These bronze bells are undoubtedly a deadly weapon, capable of killing people invisibly.

Just how skilled was Wang Zanghai, who created the bronze bell? This small bronze bell is enough to give you a glimpse of his abilities.

It has to be said that Gao Dongxu is increasingly admiring Wang Zanghai, this extraordinary man.

After giving Xie Tong the instruction to lead the way, Gao Dongxu followed the bouncy Xie Tong toward the monitoring room.

"what?"

As Gao Dongxu passed by Father Amans, he was slightly taken aback when he saw the priest dressed in a black robe, holding an oak cross in one hand and a silver rapier in the other.

Stopping in his tracks and crouching down, Gao Dongxu reached out and forcefully pried open the large oak cross that the pastor was tightly clutching. Looking at the gleaming image of Jesus' crucifixion on it, he took off his gloves and held it in his hand to feel its texture.

"hiss--"

Gao Dongxu sensed the unified spiritual energy within the cross, as well as a white light that made him feel the prayers of countless people. Startled, he immediately withdrew his spiritual energy to investigate, his face turning pale as he stared intently at the cross in his hand.

Faith artifact!

No wonder they can harm evil children; it seems the Western Vatican really does have something going for it.

Without hesitation, Gao Dongxu put away the oak cross, then pried open the other man's other hand, took the silver rapier inlaid with flawless diamonds, found the scabbard hanging at the priest's waist, sheathed the rapier, and put it into his spatial storage. Without even using his spiritual energy to investigate, one could guess that this sword was no ordinary object.

Next, Gao Dongxu continued to loot the corpse. It must be said that the priest had quite a few odds and ends on his body, including a cross necklace around his neck and a warhammer with exquisite carvings hanging from his waist.

A worn-out Bible with a sheepskin cover, and a sheepskin water bag. He shook it and heard the sound of water. Gao Dongxu guessed that it might be the so-called holy water.

Good guy——

Gao Dongxu couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that the Vatican really had something. Even a casual exorcist priest carried so many religious artifacts. This made him both impressed and somewhat wary.

Although its power remains to be verified, the sheer number of these religious artifacts is overwhelming.

Little did Gao Dongxu know that the religious artifacts on Father Amans's person were practically all the possessions of the Sacré-Cœur Basilica in Paris.

These religious artifacts are not ordinary items in the Vatican; they are artifacts created only by the world's most famous ancient cathedrals, through the absorption of countless prayers from devout believers.

However, it was precisely because of Gao Dongxu's apprehension that, after finding the monitoring room and erasing all the surveillance footage of himself, he irreparably damaged the monitoring equipment, dragging the body around to create the illusion that the equipment had been destroyed due to infighting.

Looking at the scene he had created, Gao Dongxu frowned. The more he changed, the more flaws he would leave behind. Thinking of this, Gao Dongxu couldn't help but have evil thoughts.

Without hesitation, Gao Dongxu turned and walked out of the monitoring room, changed out of his shoes which were covered in blood, and headed straight for the exhibition hall, where he began a thorough looting, leaving no stone unturned.

Wherever Gao Dongxu went, all the cultural relics and antiques, regardless of size, disappeared and were stored in his spatial storage. He even took the crystal chandelier that belonged to the royal palace.

There were simply too many treasures; by the end, Gao Dongxu's space was showing signs of being filled. This forced him to abandon the large items such as furniture and carpets from the palace and focus solely on collecting the lost items from the Yuanmingyuan.

After working for a full hour, Gao Dongxu's forehead was covered in sweat.

Seeing the last room empty, Gao Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that there must be many treasures yet to be displayed in the secret warehouse of Songdan Bailu Palace, but finding them and opening the secret room would definitely take a lot of time.

To avoid any unforeseen complications, Gao Dongxu restrained his greed. This harvest was already enormous; even if their foundation couldn't catch up with the Xie family of the Nine Gates, it could still rival the Five Families.

Thinking of this, Gao Dongxu immediately returned to the monitoring room, lit a fire, and watched the fire burn. He couldn't help but sigh, "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. What goes around comes around, and no one escapes the wrath of Heaven."

He turned and ran back the way he came, carrying the evil child over the wall into the woods behind the palace. He took out the twin phoenix-carved infant coffin, told the evil child to go back to sleep, put away the coffin, and left Songdan Bailu Palace, which was beginning to emit flames and smoke, without looking back.

(End of this chapter)