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

Chapter 754 Exorcising Holy Body - A Bounty for Talent
"It is indeed open at night..." Han Chun thought of Gao Dongxu slaying the ghost with his sword, knowing that the other party was not an ordinary person. Her beautiful eyes blinked, and she did not hide anything, saying softly.

"And it's specially designed to cater to special guests."

Gao Dongxu and A Ning exchanged a glance; it seemed this photo studio was more famous than they had imagined.

"So-called special guests are ghosts, right?" Ah Ning asked in Korean.

Han Chun nodded, a sad expression on his face, and said in a trembling voice, "The photo studio can take a last photo of a person who has just died. That camera can make ordinary people see ghosts. I only gained the ability to see ghosts after taking a last photo with my grandmother."

Gao Dongxu and A Ning's eyes lit up. This was a true divine artifact! It could be used to mass-produce Yin-Yang Eyes.

When everyone in Bureau 749 has a pair of yin-yang eyes and a ghost-killing water gun, wow, I can easily live a carefree life from now on.

This adds another reason why I must have a camera.

The car slowly drove through the night. Han Chun leaned against the window, watching the street scenes rushing by. The harrowing experience she had just gone through felt like a nightmare, but the pain in her ankle and the smell of burning hair reminded her that it was all real.

She stole a glance at Gao Dongxu beside her. He was staring intently ahead, his profile appearing particularly striking in the flickering streetlights.

"You...you're not an ordinary person, are you?" Han Chun asked, mustering his courage.

Gao Dongxu turned his head, a faint smile playing on his lips: "So, what kind of person do you think I am?"

Han Chun was speechless for a moment. Of course, she could see that he was no ordinary person; how could anyone reduce a monster to ashes with a single sword strike? But she didn't know how to define him.

“I specialize in handling these kinds of ‘special cases’.” Gao Dongxu stopped teasing her. “Your ability to see ghosts is a rare talent, but it’s also very dangerous. From now on, you’ll have to pretend you can’t see ghosts, otherwise those ghosts who refuse to accept their own death or have last wishes will haunt you.”

Hearing Gao Dongxu's concern again, Han Chun said shyly, "Actually, actually, I used to be able to block the harm from ghosts, but I don't know why, it just stopped working..."

"Oh?" Gao Dongxu looked at Han Chun with incredibly bright eyes and asked, "You can isolate yourself from ghostly harm? Can you describe it in more detail?"

"Well, when the ghost attacked me, for some reason, the ghost was suddenly repelled..." Han Chun explained to Gao Dongxu, using gestures as she spoke.

As Gao Dongxu listened to Han Chun's description of her abilities, his eyes burned even brighter. She was simply a born exorcist.

Ah Ning looked at Han Chun with some envy, and couldn't help but sigh that people really can't be compared.

As philosopher Nietzsche once said, "That which does not kill you makes you stronger."

Sometimes, even just standing at the starting line, you can feel the gap, forcing you to admit that the gap between people begins to widen from birth.

For example, Han Chun was born with a talent that many people could not acquire even after a lifetime.

Of course, what Ah Ning envies may not be what Han Chun wants.

Just then, the car stopped in front of an old three-story building. Gao Dongxu got out of the car first, and then gentlemanly reached out to help Han Chun.

"Can we walk?" he asked.

Han Chun tried to exert force, but gasped in pain.

"Excuse me." Gao Dongxu said, and then picked her up in his arms.

Han Chun gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. His embrace was firm, and he exuded a faint scent of sandalwood mixed with tobacco, which gave her a sense of inexplicable peace.

"Which floor?" he asked.

"Second floor," Han Chun answered softly, his face pressed against his shirt, feeling the firm muscles beneath the fabric.

Gao Dongxu frowned as he looked at the brightly lit, open-air photo studio, sensing a strong eerie atmosphere. "A haunted house?!"

"What?" Hearing Gao Dongxu speak Chinese, Han Chun, whose pretty face was blushing shyly in his arms, thought he was talking to her. She blinked her cute eyes and looked at Gao Dongxu softly, asking.

"It's nothing." Gao Dongxu was basically certain that this photo studio was also somewhere between the realms of Yin and Yang.

Princess Gao Dongxu carried Han Chun up the stairs, walking steadily without even losing his breath. Han Chun secretly glanced at his handsome face so close to hers, her heart racing involuntarily.

They finally arrived at the door, and Han Chun took out her keys from her bag. Gao Dongxu gently placed her on the ground and helped her open the door.

The house was quite spacious and decorated very warmly. There were many photos of her on the walls, some of which were photos with her grandmother, and some were everyday photos.

Upon seeing her grandmother's portrait, Gao Dongxu said to Han Chun, "Please accept my condolences."

Han Chun nodded, "Thank you..." As she spoke, her eyes reddened again.

Gao Dongxu was silent for a moment, then suddenly took out a talisman from his pocket: "Here, take this. It will protect you from those things."

Han Chun took the amulet and found it to be a delicate little sachet, emitting a faint herbal scent. "Thank you," she said softly, "I really owe you a lot today."

Gao Dongxu smiled slightly: "It was nothing. Your foot injury needs some treatment, do you have an ice pack?"

Han Chun pointed to the refrigerator. Gao Dongxu quickly found an ice pack and carefully applied it to her skin.

"Try not to move around too much these next couple of days," he advised. "If the swelling is still bad tomorrow, go to the hospital to get it checked out."

Han Chun nodded, then suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "I still don't know your name..."

"Gao Dongxu," Gao Dongxu said, looking up at Han Chun's beautiful face.

Their eyes met, Han Chun's gaze was flustered, she lowered her head shyly, and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

Looking closely at her pretty face, one has to admit that her small, delicate face is truly exquisite, with well-defined features, making her look like a porcelain doll.

With her large eyes and delicate, upturned nose, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Although her lips were slightly downturned, giving her a cool and unapproachable look when she smiled, it was precisely these sensual lips that made her appear aloof and elegant when not smiling, and radiant when she did.

Of course, what attracted Gao Dongxu the most was her pair of incredibly long legs, measuring 106 centimeters, coupled with her curvaceous and shapely figure.

Her waist-to-thigh ratio is truly stunning, not to mention her insane conscience. Like Shang Youyou, she belongs to the top-tier category of meticulous yet voluptuous individuals.

It is extremely fierce.

Whenever he thinks of the scene of being suffocated, Gao Dongxu feels like he's suffocating.

Seeing Gao Dongxu staring straight at her, Han Chun became even more shy, her face turning bright red, feeling her pretty cheeks burning intensely.

"Do you... do you have any way to make it so I can never see those ghosts again?" Han Chun asked in a trembling voice.

"Do you know that your talent is something many people dream of? Are you really willing to give it up?" Gao Dongxu asked softly.

"I'm willing to give it up, I really can't stand it anymore, it's too terrible, I can't live in this kind of world..."

As she spoke, tears streamed down Han Chun's face. It seemed she had truly had enough of seeing and being haunted by ghosts.

Seeing Han Chun crying with tears streaming down her face, Gao Dongxu sat down next to her, gently patted her back, and said softly, "Don't cry. The ability to see ghosts is a gift from heaven. If you're really fed up with this kind of life, you can come with me to the Celestial Empire. The order of yin and yang there is very stable, and you can hardly see ghosts in the human world..."

Comforted by Gao Dongxu's gentle pats and his tender words, Han Chun was deeply moved by his care and comfort. With tears in her eyes, she looked at Gao Dongxu and said in a trembling voice, "Go to China? But, I..."

"The Yin-Yang order in Seoul has collapsed, as you have seen. Ghosts and evil spirits are everywhere. If you are willing to go to China, because you have the ability to see ghosts, I can recruit you into my team and arrange work for you. You can consider it."

Gao Dongxu gently stroked Han Chun's warm back and said softly, "Since we've come across such a special talent as Han Chun, we should naturally poach her. What I like most are top-notch female talents who are both capable and competent."

"Alright, I should go now. You get some rest and think it over." Gao Dongxu looked at Han Chun, who was full of conflicted feelings, and knew he couldn't rush things. He stood up, said softly, put on his suit, smiled slightly at the tearful Han Chun, and walked towards the door.

Watching him walk towards the door, Han Chun suddenly felt a pang of reluctance. In this terrifying night, the appearance of this strange man was like a ray of light, making her inexplicably want to get closer.

"How...how can I find you?" she blurted out, then felt embarrassed by her boldness.

Gao Dongxu turned around at the door. The night behind him was as dark as ink, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

“This is my phone number—” He smiled meaningfully, reached into his pocket, took out a business card, and flicked it with a flourish.

"Ah—" Han Chun exclaimed in surprise as she saw the business card flying towards her, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and reached out to grab it.

The business card seemed to have a mind of its own, flying directly into her hand, which she easily caught.

"Good night, sweet dreams!" Gao Dongxu left with a bright smile, opened the door and walked out.

The door closed gently, leaving Han Chun sitting alone on the sofa, her face flushed and her heart pounding, clutching the business card and amulet that were still warm from her touch.

Downstairs in the car, Ah Ning looked at Gao Dongxu with a half-smile: "You succeeded?"

Gao Dongxu smiled confidently: "It's only just begun. No rush."

The black van slowly drove away and disappeared into the thick night. Behind the second-floor window, Han Chun watched the departing taillights, the warmth of the business card and amulet in his palm lingering.

"Stop the car. You guys wait here for me. I'll go to the photo studio myself." After the car turned the corner and he made sure Han Chun couldn't see him, Gao Dongxu said.

"Don't you need me to come with you?" Ah Ning asked, frowning slightly.

"No need. The photo studio is probably located on the border between the living and the dead. Even if you come with me, I can't go in." Gao Dongxu said as he opened the door, got out of the car, and walked towards the bend.

(End of this chapter)