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

Chapter 753 Hero Saves the Beauty: The Joys of a Tycoon

Just across the river, the wealth gap in bustling Seoul is shocking!
Compared to the affluent areas of Gangnam, JB District is home to most ordinary people.

People come and go, the buildings are old, and the houses are packed tightly together like a slum.

The streets are narrow and dilapidated, and the shops have a long history. There are many messy stalls everywhere, whether on the main street or in the alley. The scene is dirty and chaotic.

Under lampposts, beside trash cans, on sidewalks, and even outside security booths, wandering ghosts are everywhere, each with the distinctive dark, smoky makeup of a Korean ghost.

To be honest, after watching it a lot, it actually feels kind of funny.

It has to be said, Korean horror films are truly masterful. Whether it's psychological darkness, eerie visuals, family horror, school shadows, ghosts and folklore, religious mysteries, live-streamed adventures, gangland feuds, or chaebol scandals...

Koreans always manage to blend everyday life with terrifying spectacles, and they all excel at it, never just going through the motions.

Perhaps it is this lack of perfunctory attitude that has turned Seoul into a ghost town in this film and television world.

Gao Dongxu's black sedan slowly drove into the low-rise, working-class suburbs. The night was as dark as ink, and the streetlights cast dim yellow shadows on the uneven road surface.

This is the edge of the city, so quiet you can hear the faint sound of tires rolling over gravel. Wang Jianjun grips the steering wheel intently, the only sound in the car the low hum of the air conditioner.

Just as the car was slowly driving past a sloping street corner, a sharp female voice suddenly shattered the tranquility of the night.

"Stop the car," Gao Dongxu said, frowning.

The brake lights came on, and the car window slowly rolled down. At the end of the sloping street, a figure was staggering downhill.

She was a tall girl, her long legs particularly striking as she ran. She waved her arms and looked back anxiously, as if being chased by something unseen. The downhill path made her unsteady, and she nearly fell several times.

Ah Ning, sitting in the passenger seat, narrowed her eyes, her tone slightly amusement: "Is a ghost chasing her?"

Gao Dongxu's lips curled into a half-smile: "Not just one. It's a group of ghosts, and there's even an evil spirit among them."

His gaze followed the girl's disheveled figure. "This girl might have been born with the ability to see ghosts. Those things discovered that she could see them, so they naturally became attached to her."

As the girl drew closer, the streetlights finally illuminated her face clearly. A-Ning raised an eyebrow and turned to Gao Dongxu, teasingly saying, "Oh, quite the beauty. Shall we play the hero and rescue her?"

“Of course I will,” Gao Dongxu said without hiding his interest. “How could I miss such a good opportunity to be a hero and save a damsel in distress? After I save her, I can make her repay me with her body, just like you.”

A glint flashed in Gao Dongxu's eyes. He had already recognized the celebrity face of the girl who was being chased by the ghost and fleeing in a sorry state. It was Kwon Nara, who was known as the chaebol, had a nine-head figure, legs that were over a meter long, and a conscience that was insanely beyond normal.

It's well known that Kwon Nara not only has a perfect figure but also stunningly beautiful features. Her captivating dance moves, in particular, accentuate her curves and exude a captivating sex appeal, making viewers' blood boil every time they watch her.

Just then, Kwon Nara cried out in surprise, her canvas shoes suddenly slipped off, and she fell heavily to the ground. Sitting there, she flailed her arms wildly, trying to scare away the unseen, terrifying presence.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and a faint, eerie roar could be heard. An evil spirit revealed its hideous face, and the other wandering ghosts scattered in all directions. The evil spirit stretched out its sharp claws and lunged at Kwon Nara's hair—

The next second, her hair started to smoke and emitted a burnt smell.

Gao Dongxu's eyes sharpened, and he instantly pushed open the door and got out of the car. He didn't know when, but a peach wood sword had appeared in his hand. He hadn't expected that the evil spirits of South Korea had actually cultivated to the point where they could cause physical damage.

Kwon Nara stopped crying in fright, tears welling in her eyes, her face filled with despair. Just as the evil spirit was about to pounce again, Go Dong-wook appeared in front of her like lightning.

Kwon Nara stared blankly into her tear-filled eyes as the man who had suddenly appeared swiftly and decisively wielded his sword. The evil spirit didn't even have time to scream before vanishing in a flash of golden light.

Gao Dongxu sheathed his peach wood sword, bent down, and reached out his hand, asking softly in English, "Miss, are you alright?" "Huh?" Quan Nara was clearly still in shock, and after a few seconds of hesitation, she timidly reached out her hand. "N-no, I'm fine... Thank you for saving me..." Her English was soft and sweet, and her face flushed.

Just as Go Dong-wook was about to help her up, Kwon Nara suddenly cried out in pain and fell back down.

"You twisted your ankle?" Gao Dongxu immediately let go, knelt on one knee, and carefully lifted her right foot, which was clad in a white sock. His movements were professional and gentle as he carefully examined her swollen ankle.

"Ah—" Kwon Nara cried out softly in pain, but more than that, she felt embarrassed. Having her foot held by a strange man like that made her ears turn bright red.

Gao Dongxu looked up at her: "Do you live around here? I'll take you home." His English was fluent, with a reassuring magnetism. "Don't go out alone this late in the future. Since you can see those things, you should be even more careful. It's best to pretend you can't see them, otherwise they'll keep bothering you..."

Having just lost her grandmother, Kwon Nara was deeply touched when she heard the stranger's words of concern in English.

You know, the concern of strangers is often the most likely to break a person's defenses—at this moment, she could no longer suppress her grievances and sadness, and burst into tears, hugging her knees.

Tears streamed down her face like broken pearls, soaking her clothes. The fear, loneliness, and grief of the past few days erupted completely at this moment. She wasn't just crying because of the shock she had just experienced; she was weeping for the loss of her only family member.

The night breeze ruffled her slightly burnt hair, and her slender body, dressed in a white short-sleeved t-shirt, trembled slightly under the streetlights.

Gao Dongxu took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders, then quietly watched her, offering neither urging nor excessive comfort. He knew that some emotions needed to be released. Wang Jianjun and A Ning tacitly remained silent in the car, giving this unexpected encounter ample space.

After a while, Kwon Nara's crying gradually subsided, turning into intermittent sobs. She looked up at Go Dong-wook through teary eyes and said in choked English, "I'm sorry, my grandmother just passed away last week... I'm all alone."

Gao Dongxu's gaze softened, and he gently patted her shoulder: "It's okay, crying will make you feel better. We'll treat your foot injury first, and then take you home, okay?"

Kwon Nara nodded and tried to stand up, but frowned because of the pain in her foot.

“Let me carry you,” Gao Dongxu turned around and squatted down. “Your legs can’t bear weight right now.”

Kwon Nara, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment, hesitated for a moment before carefully climbing onto Go Dong-wook's back. As her arms wrapped around his neck, a strange sense of security welled up inside her—it was the first time she had felt so at ease since her grandmother's passing.

Gao Dongxu easily carried her on his back and walked towards the car. Kwon Nara leaned against his back, feeling his steady steps and warm body temperature. She secretly glanced at the profile of this unfamiliar man; in the dim light, his features were exceptionally distinct.

"Um... what's your name?" Kwon Nara asked softly.

“Gao Dongxu,” he replied, tilting his head slightly, “the lady in the car is A Ning.”

Kwon Nara nodded slightly, remembering the name. "My name is Han Chun," she said, then added, "I'm a lawyer."

Gao Dongxu smiled slightly: "Han Chun, a very nice name."

When they arrived at the car, Aning had already opened the back door. Gao Dongxu carefully placed Han Chun on the back seat, then pretended to rummage through the toolbox in front of the passenger seat to find some basic medical supplies.

"It might hurt a little, just bear with it," he warned softly, then skillfully applied a simple spray and bandage to her ankle.

Han Chun bit her lip, trying hard not to cry out. Looking at Gao Dongxu's focused expression, a complex emotion welled up in her heart—gratitude, curiosity, and an indescribable attraction.

After treating the wound, Gao Dongxu asked, "Where do you live? We'll take you home."

"There's a photo studio called Night Limit Photo Studio not far ahead. I live upstairs," Han Chun said softly.

Upon hearing the name, Gao Dongxu and A Ning exchanged a glance. Gao Dongxu smiled and said, "Nighttime Photo Studio? What a strange name. Does it mean it's a photo studio that's open at night?"

(End of this chapter)