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

Chapter 696 Bring out the killer - Too ashamed to show your face
The pencil began to move slowly, drawing irregular circles between "yes" and "no".

Wang Jianjun stared at the pencil, his heart pounding in his chest. He was certain that no one had pushed it—the four men's fingers had only touched it lightly, not nearly enough to generate such force.

"Are you a woman?" Wang Jianjun asked first.

The pencil paused for a second, then slowly moved toward "Yes".

All four men gasped, one of them feeling his back soaked with cold sweat. Wang Jianjun's expression also turned serious; he stared intently at the automatically moving pencil, his eyes gleaming with disbelief.

"Are you in this house?" Wang Jianjun continued to ask.

The pencil moved to "Yes" again.

A flash of lightning streaked across the window, instantly illuminating the entire living room. In that instant, Wang Jianjun seemed to see something flash by in the mirror that was placed opposite him—a blurry female figure wearing an old-fashioned cheongsam. But when he looked closely, he saw only the cold, solemn faces of four people reflected in the mirror.

"Did you suffer when you died?" one of them continued, his voice tinged with unease.

The pencil suddenly began to vibrate violently, drawing messy lines on the paper. The room temperature plummeted, and Wang Jianjun could see his own breath in the air. The candle flame flickered wildly, almost being extinguished by an invisible wind.

"Don't ask that!" Wang Jianjun snapped, "Didn't we say we can't ask about death?"

“I was just asking,” the colleague explained, but her face had already turned quite grim.

The pencil suddenly stopped, then, in a mechanical, almost inhuman way, slowly wrote two words on the paper: "Pain."

The handwriting was crooked and uneven, as if it had been written with all one's might. Wang Jianjun noticed that the handwriting was different from his own or anyone else's, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

"We should end this now," one of the people who had been silent suddenly said, his voice tense. "Ouija board spirit, please go back."

The other three quickly echoed, "Ouija board spirit, please go back."

The pencil remained completely still.

"Ouija board spirit, please go back!" The four tried again, their voices even more urgent.

The pencil suddenly began drawing wild circles on the paper, with such force it almost pierced it. The candle flame leaped up, turning an eerie bluish-green. Lin Mo felt a powerful pull coming from the pencil, as if something was trying to enter their world through it.

"Don't let go!" Wang Jianjun shouted sternly, "Absolutely not!"

But it was too late. A sharp, icy pain caused one of them to pull his finger back, severing the connection between the four. The pencil fell to the paper with a "thud," and at the same time, the candles in the four corners went out, plunging the room into darkness.

Thunder rumbled outside the window, and in the flashes of lightning, Wang Jianjun saw in the mirror opposite him a woman in a white cheongsam standing behind them, her long hair covering her face, her hands outstretched as if trying to grab something.

"Do it-"

The four men simultaneously pulled out water guns and aimed them at the female monster who was about to pounce on Wang Jianjun and choke him.

"Zizzizi——"

Four jets of demon-slaying water struck the female ghost's face, chest, and lower abdomen.

"what--"

A chilling scream rang out, shaking the surrounding area and driving people to the brink of madness, like scratching glass with fingernails.

The woman covered her face in a bizarre and painful manner, her body contorted, and foul-smelling white smoke billowed from her body.

Soon, the female ghost disappeared completely, leaving only a putrid smell.

The four men exhaled a long breath, then fanned away the stench with their hands. Wang Jianjun picked up the walkie-talkie to report.

"Click——"

In the courtyard, Gao Dongxu opened the car door, got out, and walked towards the entrance of the mansion. He pushed the door open and entered, and the stench made him frown.

"Chief, this is the footage we just captured—" Wang Jianjun handed one of the cameras that had been placed in several corners to Gao Dongxu.

After watching it, Gao Dongxu smiled and said, "Well done—"

The four chuckled sheepishly. They knew perfectly well how bad their acting was; it was utterly clumsy. Gao Dongxu closed his eyes, released his divine sense, and began to sense. He was doing this just in case, worried that the supernatural hadn't been completely eliminated. After all, the supernatural was not only full of lies but also cunning schemes.

Sure enough, when his divine sense swept across everything in the living room, he noticed something unusual.

Gao Dongxu opened his eyes, a flash of brilliance in them, and walked towards the fireplace with a cold smile. He took out a flashlight and pointed it at the family photo, his eyes sharply fixed on the woman in the cheongsam in the picture.

The woman in the cheongsam in the photo seems to have turned her neck more than ten degrees more than I remember.

So it really was hidden here.

Gao Dongxu sneered and said to Wang Jianjun and the other three without turning his head, "Let's do the summoning ritual again!"

"Yes!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Jianjun and the other three began to rearrange their preparations. They sat around the table again, their fingers pressed against pencils, and began to summon the spirit of the Ouija board once more.

"Ouija board spirit, Ouija board spirit, please come here!" the four chanted in unison, their voices echoing in the spacious, luxurious living room.

I chanted it more than ten times, but the pencil still showed no abnormality.

"Keep reading, keep reading!" Gao Dongxu commanded calmly, his eyes fixed on the woman in the cheongsam in the photo.

Wang Jianjun and the other three obediently continued chanting, as if they wouldn't give up until they summoned the spirit of the Ouija board.
Finally, the pencil started moving again.
Gao Dongxu chuckled, raised his hand, and took the family photo with the gilded frame.
The next moment, a cold wind rushed from behind. Gao Dongxu didn't even turn his head. Suddenly, a Vajra Dagger activated by spiritual energy appeared in his hand, emitting a golden light. He reached back and stabbed it into the abdomen of the Ouija board spirit, whose arms were outstretched, face was pale, eyes were black, and two lines of bloody tears were flowing from them. It was a hideous and terrifying sight.
Without screams or contortions, the eerie spirit in the cheongsam simply turned into black ash, scattering across the floor.
Wang Jianjun and the other three, who witnessed Gao Dongxu casually destroy the Ouija board spirit, all stared wide-eyed at Gao Dongxu with faces full of admiration.
It was so effortless. The leader had the eerie creature completely outmaneuvered, especially with that backhand stab without even turning his head. It was as if the female eerie creature had courted death, running right into the leader's vajra.
"Chu Chang—"

"Yes, it's completely destroyed now. Let's sweep it up, put it in bags, and take it back to analyze its composition," Gao Dongxu said, pointing to the black ash on the ground.

"Yes—" Immediately, one of his subordinates went to find a broom and a bag.

Gao Dongxu placed the family photo on the table and said to Wang Jianjun's three curious subordinates, "The so-called Ouija board spirit is the woman in the cheongsam in this photo. This woman probably died an unnatural death back then. Her resentment was too great, so she was probably suppressed and buried somewhere in the courtyard."

Until recently, those Koreans were courting death and used a simplified "spirit writing" ritual to summon her spirit, which brought her out.

After killing several people, its power increased considerably, and its hiding place was itself, as seen in this photograph.

After listening to Gao Dongxu's explanation, Wang Jianjun and the other two nodded in understanding.

“Boss, this photo is probably not simple,” one of the subordinates said to Gao Dongxu.

"Hehe, since you guessed it's not simple, then you can open it and take a look—" Gao Dongxu said with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Okay—" The other party didn't think much of it and immediately took out a Swiss Army knife from his pocket and started disassembling the photos.

Wang Jianjun and the other man didn't think much of it and helped disassemble the gilded photo frame.

"Holy crap, what is this—"

"A human face..."

"How vicious—"

As soon as they opened the photo frame, Wang Jianjun and his two companions saw a flattened, dry human face. Even the toughest of them almost vomited, and their faces turned extremely pale.

The next moment, they heard Gao Dongxu's mocking laughter and realized that their leader was deliberately teasing them.

"Don't think I'm teasing you. I'm just teaching you a lesson. Remember, anything that can be possessed by a strange entity is not a good thing. You must be careful and cautious with it," Gao Dongxu said to the three of them with a smile.

The three men's lips twitched a few times, and they nodded humbly with wry smiles, accepting the lesson.

"Sigh, this woman's face was completely cut off. How much hatred must the person who did it have in their heart? I think there's no better explanation than that they cheated on her and cuckolded the male owner of this house," Gao Dongxu guessed.

Wang Jianjun and the other two also felt that this was the most likely possibility; otherwise, they really couldn't imagine that a man would use such vicious and cruel methods against his woman.

In the old days, anyone who could live in this mansion was definitely extremely wealthy and powerful. Only something as shameful as being cuckolded could drive a man so crazy.

(End of this chapter)