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

Chapter 772 Rescuing the Three Beauties from the Ghost Gate - The Yin Soldiers Approach
In the suite at Hotel Del Luna, Aning looked solemnly at Annie and Bai Qiangwei, who were lying unconscious on the large bed. Ru Xin and Ru Qing had cold and stern expressions, holding the two women's wrists with one hand to check their pulses and holding silver needles with the other, ready to deal with any emergencies at any time.

In fact, the Thirteen Ghost Needles of the Ruxin and Ruqing sisters could have forcibly pulled Annie and Bai Qiangwei back from the brink of death.

However, the two sisters' master had warned them that if they used the Thirteen Ghost Needles to fight against the King of Hell, they would encounter ghosts interfering with their lives and threatening them, or even being haunted by ghosts, starting from the seventh needle.

Previously, the two sisters did not believe it, thinking that their master was scaring them to prevent them from using it casually.

However, ever since they came into contact with the extraordinary world through Gao Dongxu, they have believed their master's warnings and instructions.

Of course, things are different now, and they are not afraid of ghosts coming to their door. After all, they have the ability to see ghosts and they have special weapons to kill them.

"Mmm~~~" x2
Just then, Annie and White Rose simultaneously frowned slightly, let out a soft moan, and then slowly opened their eyes with pale faces and pained expressions.

"You're awake?!" Ah Ning hurriedly stepped forward to check on you and ask.

"Um--"

"Why can't I move?" Annie slowly recovered from her daze. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Aning, but then realized that she couldn't move her hands and feet. She was so frightened that she lost control of her expression.

"Don't move around. Ru Xin and Ru Qing have performed acupuncture on you to prevent your souls from failing to return to their proper places, and to carry out a final rescue," A Ning hurriedly explained.

Annie and White Rose watched as the silver needles were slowly and carefully removed from their foreheads, faces, hands, and feet, and were deeply moved, repeatedly expressing their gratitude to the two sisters.

“We’re all family, no need to be polite,” Ru Xin said with a smile.

A Ning looked at the two women and asked, "You two weren't in any danger, were you? Where's Dong Xu?"

"No, Oppa is still at the lighting store... Oh, and Oppa also took in a very pure and beautiful female ghost as his guardian spirit..."

Upon hearing Annie's report, Aning, Ruxin, and Ruqing all rolled their eyes in silence.

They were speechless about Gao Dongxu; his lustful nature was truly beyond description.

"Failed?"

Go Dong-wook looked at Lee Ji-young, who was holding a light bulb, had opened her eyes, and shook her head with a helpless smile, with a hint of disappointment.

"She's dead. Her body has no vital signs whatsoever, and there's no way to bring her back to life," the lighting shop owner said truthfully.

Seeing Li Zhiying carefully and respectfully place the light bulb on the counter and bow to him, the shop owner's tone softened as he spoke.

“You are very lucky. You committed suicide and should have gone to hell to suffer all kinds of torture. But now you have been fortunate enough to become a spirit, not only avoiding punishment but also gaining immortality in another sense. You should be grateful to have met this kind gentleman.”

Upon hearing that she would be sent to hell to suffer torture, Lee Ji-young first instinctively showed an expression of surprise and horror. Then, upon hearing what followed, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart, her beautiful eyes filled with gratitude as she looked tenderly at the smiling Go Dong-wook.

"Thank you, Master, for freeing me from this sea of ​​suffering—"

"Silly girl—" Gao Dongxu smiled and affectionately reached out to stroke Li Zhiying's hair, which revealed her smiling eyes and dimples.

Lee Ji-young smiled sweetly and happily, like a cat enjoying being petted, looking incredibly adorable as she reveled in Go Dong-wook's doting affection.

Go Dong-wook looked at the shop owner and said, "I'm staying at the Hotel Del Luna. Now that I've finished my business, could you give me directions?"

The lighting store owner breathed a sigh of relief. His biggest worry was that the other party would take the opportunity to cause trouble. There was nothing he could do; the other party had a legitimate reason to attack, and he couldn't beat them in a fight. Getting rid of them smoothly was already the best outcome.

"Turn left after exiting the door, then walk straight—"

"What kind of flowers do you like?" Gao Dongxu asked Li Zhiying with a smile.

“Tulips—” Lee Ji-young was taken aback at first, then said with a bright smile.

"Mm." Gao Dongxu smiled and nodded, then looked at the shop owner and said, "Thank you for the tulip fields along the way."

"..." The shop owner forced a smile and said, "As you wish."

“Let’s go—” Gao Dongxu smiled slightly, put his arm around Li Zhiying’s incredibly slender and firm waist, and pulled his suitcase out of the lighting store. The moment the store door opened, the world outside changed. It was no longer the dark, rain-soaked street, but a bright, sunny day with blue skies, white clouds, a straight road, and fields of tulips on both sides.

"Oh my god—" Lee Ji-young's beautiful eyes widened as she looked at the picturesque sea of ​​flowers in disbelief, exclaiming in surprise. Then, her eyes sparkled as she looked at the smiling Go Dong-wook. She finally understood why they had asked her what kind of flowers she liked.

"Do you like it?" Gao Dongxu looked at her beautiful face, gently stroked her slender waist, and smiled.

Lee Ji-young smiled radiantly and nodded repeatedly with immense sweetness.

"If you like it, let's go—" Gao Dongxu smiled slightly, put his arm around her, and walked forward along the road.

In the top-floor office of the Underworld Carousel Company, the Jade Emperor President, dressed in a white robe with black embroidery that reached the floor, pressed the end call button for the third time. The phone screen dimmed, revealing her cold eyes.

Contact with the Moon Hotel has been lost again.

Both groups of elite ghost messengers vanished without a trace, not even a flicker of their souls returned. This was unprecedented in the century-long history of the Lantern Company's monopoly on underworld interdiction services. The other side was not only ruthless but also utterly disregardful of any respect.

Her slender fingers slowly tightened, and the chill emanating from the Jade Emperor almost froze the air in the office. She stood up, her long robes fluttering without wind, and a powerful pressure emanated from her.

Hotel Del Luna, the president's private room.

Zhang Manyue had just finished a tedious bedtime skincare routine, and the velvet pink nightgown she wore made her skin appear even more radiant. She leaned lazily against the headboard, her long, slightly wavy hair cascading down, exuding a rare, gentle charm. However, this tranquil moment was shattered by the Moon Spirit Tree's abrupt warning.

The languid expression on her face vanished instantly, replaced by an extremely rare seriousness. She abruptly sat up in bed and casually tossed her phone aside.

A miraculous scene unfolded—the pink nightgown seemed to come alive, automatically sliding off her shoulders, only to transform into glittering starlight before it even touched the ground.

The starlight quickly reformed and solidified, replacing it with a set of neatly tailored light purple outfit and leather armor. Leather wrist guards fastened to her slender wrists, and the hem of her clothes bore a dark red stain, like dried blood.

She raised her hand and grabbed at the air, and a long sword exuding a chilling aura fell into her hand, its scabbard pure white.

At the same time, an ancient longbow and quiver appeared behind her. Her loose long hair was quickly gathered up with a jade hairpin into a neat bun, and a white gauze scarf was wrapped around her neck and down to her shoulders, covering her fair and delicate chin. Her sharp, hawk-like eyes were filled with murderous intent, making her look like a female war goddess who had stepped out of an ancient painting.

With a flicker, she disappeared from the room.

The air seemed to freeze in front of the magnificent, yet perpetually deserted, main entrance of the Hotel Del Luna.

Zhang Manyue's figure appeared silently at the top of the steps in front of the door, her posture as upright as a pine tree. Her gaze was cold, sweeping across the empty road ahead.

The next second, the dim streetlights on both sides of the road began to flicker violently, as if the voltage was unstable. Dense, visible black yin energy surged up from the ground and quickly condensed into human figures.

They were all dressed in the standard black robes of the Carousel Company, their faces indistinct, exuding a chilling, ghostly aura. They stood in silent ranks, one, ten, fifty… their numbers increasing rapidly, silently yet with a suffocating sense of oppression, almost completely filling the long street in front of the hotel.

However, Zhang Manyue's gaze did not waver in the slightest. She pierced through the layers of ghostly figures and locked onto the very end of the group.

There, a figure was walking slowly and deliberately.

The approaching figure's steps appeared slow, yet each step covered several feet, and she was already close in an instant. Wherever she passed, the black-clad ghost messengers lined up and bowed their heads, their movements perfectly synchronized, showing the utmost reverence, and made way for her.

The Jade Emperor Association President stopped at the very front of the procession, facing Zhang Manyue across the steps. Her white robe stood out starkly against the sea of ​​black, the black embroidery on it seemingly alive, subtly flowing. Her face was expressionless, but her deep eyes held a storm powerful enough to freeze the soul.

"Zhang Manyue," the Jade Emperor's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced the silent night, each word like an icicle hitting the ground, "Where are my people?"

Looking at the overwhelming force below, Zhang Manyue frowned slightly. Instead of backing down, she raised her chin, her voice carrying her characteristic nonchalant yet sharp provocation:

"What, are you... trying to start a war?"

The pressure around the Jade Emperor instantly dropped even lower. She didn't even bother to repeat herself a second time, but the coldness in her eyes was almost tangible.

She took a small step forward, and the immense ghostly power pressed forward like a tsunami, instantly withering and fading the delicate flowers used to decorate the hotel entrance.

"I'm asking you, where are my men!" Her voice suddenly rose, filled with undeniable authority and fury, each word carrying immense weight. "Goo Yeon, Park Joong Gil, where are they!"

(End of this chapter)