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

Chapter 749 Seoul Becomes Hell: The Devil Among Us
"what?!"

Upon hearing Gao Dongxu's words, Annie and Bai Qiangwei's expressions changed drastically. Almost simultaneously, they instinctively crossed their arms, their faces turning ashen.

They looked around in terror, as if an invisible hand might reach out from the air at any moment. White Rose's voice trembled, barely audible: "Ghosts?! You, you mean...ghosts?!"

"Hehe, is it strange that there are ghosts?" Gao Dongxu looked at Annie, who was clinging tightly to his arm and almost squeezing into his embrace, chuckled, opened his arms and hugged her tightly, gently stroking her back.

He turned to look at Bai Qiangwei, who was still somewhat reserved and trying to remain calm, and said with a slightly teasing tone, "You've been in Japan for so many years, haven't you ever encountered or at least heard of any paranormal events?"

Bai Qiangwei's lips trembled, her beautiful eyes filled with panic and disbelief: "I... I always thought... it was all made up to scare people... Could it really be... ghosts?"

"Want to see it for yourself?" Gao Dongxu raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Can...can I see it?" White Rose's heart pounded wildly, a mixture of fear and curiosity giving rise to a genuine urge to peek.

“I can let you see it. Just don’t regret it.” Gao Dongxu said, making a sword-like gesture with his right hand. Before Bai Qiangwei could ask any more questions, he had already gathered a wisp of spiritual energy and gently touched her closed eyes.

"All right."

White Rose suppressed her racing heartbeat and slowly opened her eyes.

"what--!!!"

A piercing scream instantly tore through the air inside the car. She abruptly covered her eyes with both hands, frantically burrowing into Gao Dongxu's arms, her whole body trembling violently, no longer daring to look up.

The city outside the car window was no longer familiar. A hazy fog shrouded everything, and countless twisted, mutilated figures wandered aimlessly within it. Some had limbs bent backwards, some were swollen and dripping with water, and some even had their abdomens open, their internal organs dragging out... This was a world of the dead, an abyss that had always existed around them, yet remained unnoticed.

Gao Dongxu then took the opportunity to hug the terrified Bai Qiangwei tightly. Meanwhile, A Ning, Ru Xin, and Ru Qing, seeing Gao Dongxu actually open Bai Qiangwei's eyes, couldn't help but brighten and exclaimed, "I want to see too!" "Let me see the real ghost world!"

Gao Dongxu didn't refuse, but only smiled and warned, "Be prepared. These dead men... aren't exactly a sight to behold."

Ultimately, the three women's curiosity overcame their fear. Besides, they knew Gao Dongxu's abilities; ghosts and monsters couldn't get close to them. They simply wanted to witness this hidden world firsthand.

Gao Dongxu raised his hand again, his sword fingers sweeping across the three women's eyes one by one, a faint glimmer of spiritual energy flashing.

The three women felt a cool sensation in their eyes, as if they had been washed by a clear spring. They slowly opened their eyes and looked out the car window.

"...Oh my god!" Ah Ning exclaimed in shock, her beautiful eyes wide, pointing to a highway bus driving alongside her.

The seemingly ordinary bus was crammed with translucent ghostly figures. They sat side by side with the living passengers, some even passing right through their bodies. An old woman's ghost, dressed in traditional Korean clothing, was clinging to the back of a young man wearing headphones, constantly draining his meager yang energy.

"Look over there!" Ru Qing exclaimed excitedly, her voice trembling, pointing to a commercial street under the overpass.

The streets were bustling and crowded. But in the spiritual vision, every living person was accompanied by at least one or two ghosts—some trying to snatch items from their hands, some whispering in their ears, and some malicious ghosts attaching themselves directly to the backs of the living, trying to possess them and influence their actions.

Already terrified, Bai Qiangwei closed her eyes tightly upon hearing their description, burying her face in Gao Dongxu's arms, refusing to lift it. Who would have thought that she, usually so calm and composed, would be so afraid of ghosts?

Although Annie, whose eyes were not yet open, couldn't see the specific scene, she felt a strong sense of unease: "I don't know why... but I suddenly feel so oppressed, as if countless eyes are staring at me..."

"Hehe, it's just psychological. They don't dare to come near us—unless they want to be annihilated." Gao Dongxu hugged the two women tightly, gently stroking their backs, and reassured them with a confident tone.

It has to be said that when the two women nestled in Gao Dongxu's arms and smelled his scent, they were no longer so frightened and felt a strong sense of security they had never experienced before.

“Nicole,” he looked down at Nicole, whose eyes were still tightly closed, his voice coaxing yet tinged with a deeper meaning, “don’t you want to see… what the real Seoul you live in is really like?”

He wanted to make her fully understand that this city was no longer human, but a ghost town. The only way out was to leave with him. "I...I'm scared..." Annie clung to him, her voice trembling in his arms.

"Just take a look, and close it again if you're scared. With me here, no strange thing can get near our car," he continued, his voice carrying a reassuring strength.

"...Are you really alright?" Her curiosity was finally piqued; who wouldn't be tempted by the chance to glimpse the real world?

"I promise."

"Then... then just one look..." Annie tilted her head back, her eyes still tightly closed, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, her expression a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

Gao Dongxu chuckled, his sword finger once again gathering spiritual energy, and he wiped it across her eyes.

"what--!!!"

As Annie slowly opened her eyes, she looked through the car window at the gray sky filled with black mist and the ghostly Han River. She suddenly screamed, her face drained of color, and she buried herself tightly in his arms again, refusing to lift her head.

Gao Dongxu couldn't help but chuckle, patted the two women on the back, and turned to look out the window.

The vehicle was crossing the Han River Bridge. The scene before them was horrifying—numerous drowned ghosts floated on the river, and in some areas, the black mist was so thick it was almost tangible, forming small, twisted ghostly domains.

Upon closer observation, he discovered that these ghosts were not randomly distributed, but rather followed a certain pattern. The density of ghosts was unusually high around modern high-rise buildings, while they were relatively scarce near traditional Korean houses.

“These are the vengeful spirits of modern cities,” Gao Dongxu explained in a deep voice. “The victims of urbanization... residents forced to relocate, overwhelmed office workers, abandoned and lonely elderly... Their resentment cannot dissipate, and they are all trapped in this steel jungle.”

At his request, Wang Jianjun drove around the streets of Seoul following the navigation, stopping and starting as if conducting a silent investigation of the dead.

Finally, night fell, and Seoul's neon lights lit up one by one. The duality of light and shadow in this city became increasingly apparent—in the eyes of ordinary people, it is a bustling and dazzling city that never sleeps.

According to Gao Dongxu and his group, ghosts gather under every neon light, drawn by the presence of the living, and circling around them like moths to a flame.

Seoul at night is like a grand feast of ghosts. The living shop and enjoy themselves, while the dead wander among the crowds, creating a bizarre and absurd urban scene.

“This is not normal,” Ru Xin said in a low voice, her brows furrowed. “Even if the resentment is strong, it shouldn’t have condensed to this extent… This resentment… seems to be constantly gathering, but it won’t dissipate.”

Go Dong-wook nodded gravely: "There must be a serious problem with the boundary between the living and the dead in Seoul. Ghosts can't enter the boundary, can't enter the world of the dead, and can't be reincarnated... They're trapped here."

The eerie sense of absurdity reached its peak when their car finally entered the most bustling area of ​​Gangnam.

The sky above the world's most expensive luxury residential area is filled with so many vengeful spirits that it almost blots out the sun.

It seems that behind every window of those gleaming skyscrapers may lie a desperate soul, and beneath every inch of land may lie untold tragedies.

Annie finally couldn't hold back and vomited. Even though she only glanced at it a few times, the despair that permeated the air in Gangnam District and the resentment of countless young girls had already made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Gao Dongxu lowered the car window and looked out over the Gangnam district, shrouded in an aura of death. The night wind carried the mist from the Han River and the wails of countless vengeful spirits.

He understood that this glamorous international metropolis had long been permeated by endless darkness. In a sense, Seoul was a modern ghost town built upon the blood, tears, and suffering of ordinary people.

“Welcome to Seoul,” Go Dong-wook said softly, his tone full of sarcasm. “Hell is empty, all the devils are here—and the real abyss lies beneath these neon lights.”

(End of this chapter)