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

Chapter 682 The Person Without a Lamp: The Language of Yin and Yang Lamps
"My light bulb isn't here?!"

Gao Dongxu frowned slightly and asked, "Are there other lighting stores?"

While he was having doubts, he looked at the shop owner who didn't seem surprised or shocked that his light bulb wasn't there.

"There's only one in each country, and there's no one like you, because you're an oddball. As for what makes you odd, you should know very well," the shop owner said calmly to Gao Dongxu.

Gao Dongxu frowned even more, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and asked the shop owner, "Are there many strange people like me?"

“I don’t know about the present, but there have been many in history. You are the first strange person I’ve ever met,” the shop owner said, looking at Gao Dongxu.

"This is a mysterious and complex zone, inhabited by either the souls of critically ill patients or the dead who refuse to accept their own demise. This zone intersects with both the world of the living and the world of the dead, and is filled with unknowns and dangers..."

At this point, the shop owner's expression changed, and he hurriedly stopped Gao Dongxu, saying, "Don't let that eagle fly out! The outside world is unknown territory; no one knows what dangers it might hold—"

Gao Dongxu readily agreed, immediately controlling the eagle spirit to circle back. Looking at the shop owner, he asked, "Aren't the yin and yang boundaries between countries connected?"

"Of course they won't be connected. Lighting shops in different countries are separated by unknown territories, but there is only one Yin-Yang River."

As the shop owner explained to Gao Dongxu, he put the lamp he had just wiped clean aside.

"You guessed right before, when a person dies, it's like a light bulb going out; the light bulb is equivalent to life."

A lit light bulb represents a living person; each lit light bulb is a beating heart, carrying the hope and vitality of life.

When a person passes away, their light bulb goes out completely. This signifies the end of life, but not the end of everything. Rather, it means they will continue to live in another way, perpetuating another form of life.

As for that light bulb that was about to go out, it symbolizes a soul that is on the verge of danger and adrift.

They may be teetering on the brink of death, or perhaps searching for a way back. If these people reclaim their light bulbs through their own will, the bulbs will light up directly in their palms, allowing them to return to the world of the living.

The memories of people and events encountered during their wandering in the underworld will be carried back to the mortal realm, becoming an indelible part of their lives.

A light bulb is more than just a simple object; here, it represents the human soul and the will to survive.

"Lighting shop owner, soul ferryman... Heh. Interesting." Gao Dongxu looked at the shop owner and laughed.

"You can also call me the Ferryman of Souls," the shop owner said casually.

"How did you become the shop owner?" Gao Dongxu asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Do you want to be one? I can let you have it—" the shop owner said, looking intently at Gao Dongxu.

"Sorry, I'm not interested. I haven't had enough of this wonderful world yet," Gao Dongxu said with a sneer to the shop owner.

The shop owner looked regretful and said without hiding anything, "I inherited this from the previous shop owner. It's a life for a life, and I'm willing to do it!"

"I understand." Gao Dongxu nodded, looking at the shop owner with some pity. The shop owner had sacrificed his own life at the lighting store so that his loved ones could live.

Although it still exists, it has forever lost its freedom, unless someone else is willing to replace it.

He said that death does not mean the end of everything, but rather that life will continue in another way, continuing another form of life, which means that there is a world with the dead.

"Can I go to the world of the dead?" Gao Dongxu asked casually, thinking of his adoptive parents.

"Impossible, unless you can break through dimensions yourself," the shop owner said, shaking his head as he looked at Gao Dongxu.

"Then can I use some methods to summon the soul of the dead?" Gao Dongxu asked, frowning.

"That's impossible. The only souls that can be summoned are those that believe they are not dead. Once summoned, the souls will know they are dead and will not be grateful to the person who summoned them. Instead, they will resent and hate the person who summoned them, and may even turn against the person who summoned them. So, souls are not so easy to summon," the shop owner sneered.

"Then what about those strange phenomena in the present world? Why can they still exist in the present world?" Gao Dongxu asked, frowning.

"If one's obsession runs too deep, the pull of the Yin-Yang River cannot shake it. Once the light bulb goes out, one will become a wandering ghost. Such a being is the most pitiful and tragic. After all, the world of the dead is no different from the world of the living, and in the end, one is harmed by one's own obsession."

After the shop owner finished his somewhat wistful remark, he looked at Gao Dongxu, who seemed lost in thought, and said, "Alright, I've told you everything I should and shouldn't have said. Take that girl and leave this place. This isn't a place for you."

"Hehe, no rush. We've come all this way, we should at least look around and see what's going on, otherwise it won't be a worthwhile trip," Gao Dongxu said with a cheeky grin, acting like a rogue.

"No—" The shop owner's expression changed slightly, and he refused directly, but he quickly persuaded her kindly: "You can stand staying here, but that girl probably can't. Her birth chart is purely Yin. If she absorbs too much Yin energy, she will at least fall seriously ill, and at worst, her life will be in danger!"

"Hehe, you yourself said her birth chart is purely Yin. For someone like me, she's a heaven-sent, human-shaped elixir," Gao Dongxu chuckled. "You're a heretical cultivator?!" The shop owner's aura suddenly changed, his eyes turning into amber-colored vertical pupils.

"Snapped--"

Gao Dongxu tossed his ID onto the counter and said with a faint smile, "Don't try to label me like that. Look carefully—"

The shop owner's eyes hadn't recovered, and he was still staring intently at Gao Dongxu. He quickly reached for the certificate, glanced at it, then his lips twitched. He suppressed his imposing aura, his eyes returning to normal, and said irritably, "You scared me to death! I thought I'd run into some evil cultivator..."

"Are you relieved now? Arrange a place for me to stay. I need to cultivate a relationship with that girl first, so I can win her over legitimately... What kind of look is that? I'm doing this for her own good. Otherwise, with her fate and the yin energy she absorbed this time, she'll be a human cursed artifact once she gets out. Whoever she relies on will be doomed..." Gao Dongxu said shamelessly.

Looking at Gao Dongxu's shameless face, the shop owner's lips twitched a few times. After weighing the pros and cons, he reluctantly and angrily took out a key and placed it on the counter.

"Room 303 in the apartment building behind..."

“I don’t live in places where dead people have lived—” Gao Dongxu said with some unease.

"..." The shop owner's lips twitched a few times, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. After taking a deep breath, he said indifferently, "It was originally my house, but I've been living in the shop..."

"Thanks—" Gao Dongxu quickly reached out and took the keys, then smiled and said to the shop owner, "It's best to make some noise tonight. If she's not scared, I won't have a chance."

"Shameless—" the shop owner gritted his teeth.

"Hehe, you can't say that. I'm saving her. Without me, her life would be a bottomless pit, either ruining herself or her family."

"I think you know this better than I do, right, demigod!" Gao Dongxu stared intently at the shop owner and said with a faint smile.

“You’re the boss, I can’t argue with you—” The shop owner lowered his head, picked up the velvet cloth, and took another lamp to wipe it carefully.

Gao Dongxu looked at the shop owner who was no longer paying attention to him, a smile appeared on his lips, and he was about to say something when he heard the sound of a bell behind him.

Gao Dongxu and the shop owner both looked at the emaciated old man who pushed open the door. He was wearing a hospital gown, walking with difficulty, one hand clutching his heart, his mouth opening and closing incessantly. He seemed on the verge of death, his voice hoarse and incoherent as he repeatedly called out, "Light... Light..."

Gao Dongxu stepped aside, curiously observing the shop owner's strange expression. The owner said in a very unfriendly tone, "Find it yourself—"

The old man, trembling and moving slowly with small steps, skillfully found a light bulb that was flickering. He reached out, grasped the bulb, and held it in his arms. The next moment, the old man disappeared, leaving behind the light bulb, which was no longer flickering and was emitting a faint light.

"What's going on?" Gao Dongxu asked the shop owner with some curiosity.

"This guy is a scoundrel, he's in a vegetative state, and this is the 11th time he's been on the verge of death. Each time, his children have done everything they can to save him. The problem is, he himself doesn't want to die..."

"Wow, so filial!" Gao Dongxu said, somewhat surprised.

"..." The shop owner chuckled coldly in silence. Seeing Gao Dongxu frown, he then said, "His children don't want him to die because as long as he's alive, his medical expenses are fully reimbursed, and he receives a monthly pension of over 20,000 yuan..."

The hospital didn't want him to die because, although he was just a lump of breathing, warm flesh, he was a major revenue generator, bringing in over 20 million yuan annually.

"Holy shit!" Gao Dongxu was furious, looking at the shop owner with a sneer, "What's his name? Which hospital does he stay at?"

Without hesitation, the shop owner picked up a pen, wrote down his name and address on a piece of paper, and handed it to Gao Dongxu. The two exchanged a knowing glance.

"I'm leaving—" Gao Dongxu put away the note, twirled his cane in a flourish, tucked it under his arm, and walked toward the door.

"You must leave tomorrow, or I will forcibly remove you—"

"Heh, if you could do that, you would have asked me to leave already..."

"Dang Cang——"

Watching the disappearing figure and the swaying shop door, the shop owner cursed in frustration.

The alleyway was deep and cold on a rainy night, and the damp bluestone pavement reflected the dim streetlights, like a winding dark river.

Xu Qin huddled in the corner, her thin body trembling in the cold wind. Her soaked clothes clung to her body, and water droplets dripping from her hair formed a small puddle at her feet.

Suddenly, a series of steady, powerful footsteps approached from afar, exceptionally clear in the quiet, rain-soaked alley. Xu Qin shivered violently, instinctively curling herself up even tighter, her nails digging deeply into her palms. She kept her head bowed low, as if that would allow her to disappear from the terrifying environment.

(End of this chapter)