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

Chapter 763 Clash Under the Tree - The Ghost Messenger's Revenge
In the lobby of Hotel Del Luna, a warm glow was cast by a crystal chandelier. Manager Lu stood at the intersection of light and shadow, his gaze calmly fixed on the four ghost messengers at the entrance. He stepped forward with neither servility nor arrogance, offering a slight bow: "Welcome to Hotel Del Luna. May I ask what brings you here, esteemed ghost messengers?" His voice was steady and unchanging, as if they were merely ordinary guests.

Gu Lian parted her red lips slightly, her voice as cold as a chilling spring: "I have been ordered by the higher-ups of the underworld to come and find someone. One man and five women checked into the Moon Hotel yesterday." Her gaze swept across the lobby, finally landing on Manager Lu's face, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Manager Lu understood immediately. Ever since that man named Gao Dongxu checked in yesterday with five female companions, an unusual atmosphere had permeated the hotel. What bothered him even more was the special attitude of the president, Zhang Manyue, towards that man—decades of companionship had taught him that anyone who could earn the attention of that capricious president was no ordinary person.

"Please wait a moment, I will report to the president immediately." Manager Lu maintained a polite smile.

Gu Lian nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble. Please tell Lady Zhang Manyue that we are only acting under orders and have no intention of offending her." Her tone revealed obvious reverence for the owner of the Moon Inn.

Manager Lu gestured for the ghost servants to come forward and greet the four ghost messengers, while he turned and headed towards the president's boudoir. He knew his president's background well—an immortal being with unfathomable strength, protected by four goddesses named Magu, and the legendary Moon Spirit Tree, which was said to be even older than the gods of the underworld.

At this moment, a completely different scene unfolded beneath the Moon Spirit Tree.

Zhang Manyue, dressed in a white princess dress, now appeared somewhat disheveled. She glared at the man before her, her teeth clenched, a mixture of shame and anger in her eyes: "You schemed against me?" Her voice trembled unusually.

Gao Dongxu, wearing a bathrobe, wore a relaxed and contented smile, a cigarette swirling between his fingers: "What makes you say that? Last night I was completely at your mercy, I didn't do anything. It was all your doing..." He smiled mockingly, his gaze lingering on Zhang Manyue's flushed face.

"Shut up!" Zhang Manyue, her pretty face flushed red, was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, about to explode. She glared fiercely at Gao Dongxu, then looked at the no longer swaying Moon Spirit Tree, her voice aggrieved: "Why? Why didn't you help me? You just watched me get humiliated?"

Suddenly, the leaves rustled, and a purple flower drifted down, landing perfectly in Zhang Manyue's palm. She gazed at the blooming purple flower in her hand, remaining silent for a long time before finally resignedly straightening her shoulders and sleeves. As she stood up, she involuntarily staggered.

"Bastard!" With a look of shame and indignation, she glared at Gao Dongxu one last time before disappearing in an instant, leaving only the bent grass behind.

When Manager Lu arrived at the president's room, Zhang Manyue had already changed into a dark green silk dress with blue embroidery and was holding a champagne glass, admiring herself in the mirror. The wine rippled in the crystal glass, reflecting her now-restored cold and beautiful face.

"Come in." Her voice was languid, revealing no sign of anything amiss.

Manager Lu pushed open the door and entered. He saw the president standing by the window and immediately reported the visit of the ghost messenger.

Zhang Manyue sipped her champagne, her fiery red lips slightly parted: "Didn't you say what it was about?"

"Just say you were acting on orders from above."

Zhang Manyue frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then put down her wine glass: "Let's go take a look."

The sound of high heels clicking on the marble steps was crisp and rhythmic. Zhang Manyue calmly walked down the stairs, her gaze sweeping over the four ghost messengers who immediately stood up and bowed.

"Who sent you?" Her voice was cold and carried an unquestionable authority.

Gu Lian respectfully reported, "Lord Man Yue, it is the Jade Emperor Association President. Our president has been entrusted by the King of the Betrayal Hell to find the stolen and missing Survival Camera."

Zhang Manyue scoffed, "That pathetic, imitative camera of hers, wasn't it already stolen from the underworld?" She deliberately emphasized the word "stolen," her words dripping with sarcasm.

Gu Lian and the others lowered their heads and remained silent, not daring to get involved in the upper-level feud.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?" Zhang Manyue gracefully sat down, gesturing with her jade-like hand for the ghost messenger to take his seat.

Gu Lian then cautiously took a seat and took out her tablet: "The last descendant of the family that originally protected the camera passed away in the hospital yesterday morning. The camera signal was last seen in the presidential suite of the Shilla Hotel before disappearing."

"We traced this route based on hair samples collected from the suite." She swiped the screen to display information on two women. "Of the one man and five women, two local women are named Annie and White Rose, and their records are already on the death list."

Zhang Manyue examined the photo, a sudden realization dawning on her. Considering Gao Dongxu's unfathomable power and his treacherous nature, it was clear that the scoundrel had coveted the camera's unique features and had directly stolen it. Recalling how she had betrayed the King of Hell, imitating the Moon Inn's model, and spent countless rare treasures to create that camera that could accumulate merit, then deliberately had it "stolen" from the underworld, blatantly stealing her business, Zhang Manyue was furious. Now that the camera had been stolen, she was actually quite pleased.

“They are indeed with me.” Zhang Manyue’s lips curled up slightly. “But since they are my customers, I should ensure their safety.”

Gu Lian exchanged a glance with her companion and said helplessly, "The president has ordered that we retrieve the camera, even at the cost of these two women's lives..."

"It seems the Jade Emperor Association President has received quite a few benefits." Zhang Manyue's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. She was quite wary of the president of that underworld monopoly enterprise who dared to use the name of the Jade Emperor of the Celestial Empire.

“Lord Man-wol, this is a small token of our guild leader’s appreciation. We hope you will do us a favor.” Gu Lian gave a wink, and a ghost messenger immediately stepped forward, placed a black briefcase on the table, and opened it.

The two bags of diamonds inside the box shone brilliantly. Zhang Manyue's beautiful eyes lit up instantly, and a genuine smile appeared on her usually cold and aloof face for the first time: "Your president is too kind. Manager Lu, please ask the guest in room 404 to come down."

Manager Lu responded respectfully, stepped forward to close the briefcase, and steadily went upstairs. The weight of the diamond felt substantial in his hand; he knew that the president had made her choice—as always, she could always find the most advantageous balance between interests and principles.

At this moment, under the Moon Spirit Tree, Gao Dongxu was playing with an old-fashioned bronze camera, a meaningful smile on his lips.

"Could you please change the beneficiary of this camera donation to me?"

"Shh-shh-shh—" The Moon Spirit Tree swayed its branches.

"Betrayed the King of Hell?" Gao Dongxu frowned slightly. Although these false gods on the Korean side had stolen the power of the underworld, it did not mean that they were all clowns. Some of them did have some divine abilities.

Of course, he had no reverence for these false gods. To put it bluntly, they were just monsters. As a cultivator with many methods to deal with them, he could kill or severely injure them with water magic without even using his flying sword.

"What if I insist on taking control of this camera?" Gao Dongxu said, looking at Yue Lingshu.

"Swish—"

Gao Dongxu frowned slightly. The divine tree did not answer his question, but instead told him that the ghost messenger from the underworld wanted to see him.

"Interesting, they caught up with us here so quickly."

Upon learning that the underworld messengers intended to use Annie and White Rose's lives as hostages, Gao Dongxu's eyes flashed with cold light, and a ruthless sneer appeared on his lips. He said to the Moon Spirit Tree, "Consider my suggestion. Follow me, and you will obtain the spiritual liquid and spiritual energy you've been dreaming of. Now, send me there. I want to meet the so-called underworld messengers!"

"Swish—"

The Moon Spirit Tree swayed its branches, and the next second, Gao Dongxu's figure disappeared and appeared in the corridor outside room 404, just in time to see Manager Lu walking towards him.

"Hello, guest, someone downstairs is looking for you. They say they have something very important to tell you."

"Oh?" Gao Dongxu looked at Manager Lu, whose face was neither humble nor arrogant and whose expression revealed no problem, with a meaningful smile and asked, "Who is looking for me? I don't seem to know anyone here."

"Ahem. The other party didn't reveal their identity, only saying that you'll understand once you go down and meet them." Manager Lu felt a little flustered when he met Gao Dongxu's mocking smile and eyes, and quickly coughed to cover up his panic.

"Really?" Gao Dongxu raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Then let's go down and take a look."

(End of this chapter)