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

Chapter 644 Western Evil - Too Numerous to Record
Gao Dongxu smiled and zoomed in on the photo, admiring Xiaoxue's beauty. Her elegant features were as smooth as thin porcelain, and her soft facial lines outlined a gentle temperament.

Her eyebrows and eyes exuded a scholarly air, especially her bright eyes, which seemed to hold brimming autumn water, clear and moving. When she smiled, it was as if the whole world became bright and warm.

Although the conscience is small, it does not detract from the beauty; it is equally delightful.

It must be said that Xiaoxue is quite talented in design. With Gu Shengnan's help, her studio has already been opened.

Of course, with sufficient funds, there's no reason why it can't be started.

Gao Dongxu looked at Xiaoxue's photos one by one, wearing the sexy dresses he designed, with a smile, unable to help but savor her delicate and delicious appearance.

Thinking about Yue Qianling, whom I just ate, if I paired her up with Xiaoxue, made them both wear JK school uniforms, and he played the school bully... that would be quite interesting.

Just as Gao Dongxu was thinking about all sorts of fun games and scenes, the Coaster closed its door and started moving forward without any pause.
Putting his phone away, Gao Dongxu looked out the car window and found that no one had stayed behind.

Yes, if someone can stay in this situation, it means they deliberately don't want to join 749.

Gao Dongxu glanced back at the seated elites, smiled, and then ignored them. He adjusted his chair, took out a jade artifact imbued with spiritual energy from his pocket, held it in his hand, closed his eyes, and began to absorb the spiritual energy to nourish his body.

Refining Qi according to the Yuanling Water Method is important, but physical strength is even more important. Whether one can live long depends on their physique. Therefore, he has never stopped nourishing his body.

The elites sitting in the car frowned, their hearts filled with frustration and confusion, as they looked at Gao Dongxu, who completely ignored them.

From the moment they arrived at the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau this morning until now, the entire process has been baffling to them.

We had no idea who the other person was, their identity, where they were going, or what they wanted to do.

The group exchanged glances, some whispering among themselves, asking each other if they knew anything.

In the end, everyone stared blankly, realizing they knew nothing about the matter.

It wasn't that no one wanted to ask Gao Dongxu a question, but seeing Gao Dongxu's closed-eye meditation and his complete lack of interest in talking to them, they all held back.

In the end, they all reached a tacit understanding: since they were already there, they might as well make the best of it. After all, the summons was real, and perhaps patience would be a test in itself.

So, after a brief exchange in hushed tones, everyone quieted down and, like Gao Dongxu, closed their eyes to rest.

Two hours later, we arrived in Tianjin.

Two Coaster buses drove into the Xikai Church, which was surrounded by fences.

Gao Dongxu opened his eyes, stood up, and said to the group of elites who were looking at him, "Get out of the car—"

As soon as Gao Dongxu got out of the car, he saw an uncle in uniform followed by four people walking quickly toward him.

Gao Dongxu could tell at a glance that it was a leader, so he smiled and stepped forward to shake hands with the other person politely.

The other party did not ask Gao Dongxu's identity out of curiosity. He just glanced at the group of elites who got out of the car one by one, then quickly looked away, smiled and completed the handover with Gao Dongxu. He left his phone number and two liaisons who were familiar with the environment, and then left with his men, handing over the Xikai Church to Gao Dongxu.

Gao Dongxu looked up at the magnificent Xikai Church, his eyes flashing with complex emotions. Its architectural style blended various elements, with red and yellow patterned bricks forming the exterior walls, and three towers arranged in a triangular pattern soaring into the clouds, their tops covered with green copper sheets.

The passage of time has left its mark on these bronze plates, but under the sunlight, they shimmer with a historical glow, as if telling stories of the past. At the top of the tower, three bronze crosses stand majestically, overlooking the city.

Gao Dongxu took out his phone and called A Ning, then had someone open the door, let A Ning in, and then Wang Pangzi and Wu Xie came in.

Soon, two Land Rovers drove into the church. After parking, Wu Xie and Fatty Wang were the first to get out, curiously looking at the church and the group of elites. Fatty Wang looked at Gao Dongxu and asked, "Boss, what's going on—"

"I'll tell you the details later—" Gao Dongxu said to the fat man while smiling at A Ning, who was getting out of the car.

With her hair flowing freely, her makeup exquisite, and a black, fitted leather coat with the front open to reveal a black turtleneck sweater dress underneath, her long, slender, and fair skin accentuated by black high boots, she looked both beautiful and cool, exuding a supermodel vibe.

She suddenly exuded the elegance and sophistication of a mature woman. The high-necked dress, with its fitted H-line design, used the contrast between her skin and the fabric to accentuate her tall and slender figure. Her gaze towards Gao Dongxu was gentle yet firm, brimming with captivating charm.

"So beautiful—" Gao Dongxu said with a smile as he looked at A Ning who walked up to him.

Ah Ning smiled sweetly, then glanced at the group of elites, raising an eyebrow slightly as she said, "They're all very strong—"

Gao Dongxu nodded and smiled, "Yes, they are all true kings of soldiers."

"Young Master Gao, what are you doing in this godforsaken place?" At this moment, Hei Xiazi, who had gotten out of the car, stepped forward and asked with a frown.

"Knowing this is a haunted place, it seems you've been here before." Gao Dongxu smiled at Hei Xiazi. "I've heard it's very eerie here—" Hei Xiazi looked at the church and said calmly.

"Hehe, it's not strange that they haven't come yet. Let's go in and take a look—" Gao Dongxu said with a smile, then raised his voice and led the group toward the tightly closed church door.

The two remaining liaisons immediately ran forward and pushed open the church door. Gao Dongxu led the way, followed closely by A Ning, Ru Xin, and Ru Qing. Wang Pangzi, Wu Xie, Hei Xiazi, Leng Feng, and Er Pang lagged behind. The group of elites quickly caught up and, still consciously lined up in four orderly rows, entered the church.

"Xikai Church was first built in 1917 and is the main church of the Catholic Diocese of Tianjin..."

Although one of the liaisons was very curious about the identity and background of Gao Dongxu and his mysterious group, he kept a certain distance and introduced the information about Xikai Church in a humble but not arrogant manner, remembering his leader's serious and solemn instructions.

"Thank you, no need for introductions. Please wait for us outside."

“Okay—” The two liaisons turned and left without hesitation.

The crowd looked around the church interior, as if they had entered a tranquil and sacred world. The interior's main color scheme consisted of lake blue, white, and pale yellow, giving it a fresh and serene feel.

The meticulously carved patterns, placed in just the right spots, add a touch of delicacy and refinement. Fourteen pillars extend from the entrance all the way to the altar, showcasing an extraordinary grandeur.

The surrounding walls are adorned with oil paintings depicting the Passion of Jesus, their vibrant colors and delicate brushstrokes drawing the viewer in.

The sculptures inside the church are breathtaking. The exquisite bronze statues of worshippers are incredibly lifelike, their expressions conveying a profound devotion. The colorful sculptures on the walls are also particularly striking, depicting the Virgin Mary, Jesus, angels, and other figures with remarkable realism.

With a cold expression, Gao Dongxu led the group to the altar and looked up at the cross.

He didn't speak, and everyone remained silent, watching him quietly.

"The Tianjin Massacre of 1870..." Gao Dongxu looked at the suffering Jesus and suddenly said with a cold smile.

Everyone immediately perked up and listened attentively to what Gao Dongxu had to say.

"...The mysterious deaths of toddlers in a French orphanage sparked horrifying rumors, and the enraged public burned down the church, leading to a bloodbath. Zeng Guofan investigated the case and found that the 'eye-gouging and heart-cutting' was just a rumor, but under the coercion of the foreign powers, he executed 20 people and ordered a reparation of 49 taels of silver."

Everyone frowned as they listened, but Gao Dongxu did not stop talking.

"One night in June 1870, in the desolate wilderness east of the Tianjin city moat, where the sweltering heat had not yet dissipated, several missionaries were reciting prayers as they buried dozens of corpses. These children, who had been taken in by the French Catholic Church in an orphanage, had, according to them, died from an incurable infectious disease."

However, those who saw the children's corpses said that their limbs were mutilated and the sight was too gruesome to bear. After witnessing this scene, they wrote, "The dead usually rot from the inside out, but this one rotted from the outside out. The chest and abdomen were rotten, and the intestines were exposed."

The public was abuzz with speculation, suspecting that the French church practiced "mutilation" to harm young children, specifically by removing organs or limbs from living people as sacrifices to the gods, and for use in concoctions and elixirs.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically, and they showed anger. Fatty Wang even started cursing, denouncing the foreigners' beastly behavior.

"The French ambassador to Tianjin at the time, Fontaine, was irritated by the crowd's rioting at the church. He acted arrogantly and violently in the street, which completely ignited public anger. Fontaine could never have imagined that the 'foolish masses' would dare to beat him and his secretary Simon to death in the street."

The bloodthirsty Tianjin residents, like a flood breaking through a dam, rushed into the church, killing many missionaries, nuns, and staff, and burning down the Wanghailou Church and many other church facilities.

The incident directly resulted in the deaths of 20 foreigners, including 13 French, 3 Russians, 2 Belgians, and 1 each from Italy and Ireland. The incident shocked both China and the world, with foreign powers deploying troops at sea to demand that the Qing government severely punish the perpetrators.

Later, Zeng Guofan investigated the case. However, due to threats from foreign warships, Zeng Guofan had to abandon his initial intention to thoroughly investigate the abduction case. Adhering to the principle of "preserving peace and reconciliation," he petitioned for the execution of 20 civilians, the exile of 25 others, and compensation of 49 taels of silver to France and other countries for their traitorous actions.

Everyone was furious after hearing this, and they were also curious as to why Gao Dongxu would tell this story.

Before they could ponder for long, Gao Dongxu continued in a cold voice, "This Xikai Church, which was originally a French church, had a priest who came during the Republic of China era. This priest was German, extremely ugly, and most terrifyingly, he was extremely cruel and had strange fetishes."

He liked to buy children from poor families, then kill them and use their bodies to make soup until he extracted their fat, which he would then use to make soap or paint oil paintings.

Later, after the priest was discovered, he was beaten and eventually hanged from a tree outside the church, where he was beaten to death.

"Damn it, these beasts in human skin—" Fatty Wang clenched his fists, his eyes were a little red, and he stared at the magnificent altar, as if he wanted to rush forward and smash it to pieces at any moment.

At this moment, everyone was furious. The elites clenched their fists, their muscles tensed, and they were panting heavily as they stared intently at the cross and the magnificent altar.

The crowd no longer felt the sense of entering a peaceful and sacred world. Instead, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave. The brightly colored paintings and lifelike sculptures had all turned into a blood-red color filled with the stench of blood.

They seemed to hear the cries of countless wronged children.

(End of this chapter)