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

Chapter 782 Night Parade of One Hundred Demons: A Feast for Devouring Ghosts
The night in Gangnam is a magnificent tapestry woven from neon lights and desire. Skyscrapers stand tall, shimmering with light, while the sounds of music and laughter spill from various bars and clubs, flowing through the wide streets.

However, beneath this extreme prosperity, in a dimension unseen by ordinary people, lies a different, chilling scene: an almost impenetrable yin energy, like a black tide, silently engulfs everything.

Countless twisted, transparent figures drifted aimlessly through the gaps in the bustling crowd. They were wandering ghosts gathered from all directions, carrying their obsessions or pure malice from their previous lives, breathing out filthy black mist, turning this place of bright lights and revelry into a true ghostly realm.

Gao Dongxu stood silently in the shadow cast by the huge neon sign of a luxury store, his well-tailored black casual suit making him almost blend into the shadows. Beside him, a group of tall women with different temperaments had changed into matching black suits, their long, smooth hair neatly tied into high ponytails, revealing their smooth foreheads and slender necks.

They were expressionless, their sharp eyes fixed on the real world where humans and ghosts intertwined, exuding an air of competence and valor that drew attention.

Gao Dongxu's gaze swept past the ignorant passersby laughing and joking, landing directly on the twisted, wandering souls. Looking at the densely packed "prey" that almost blocked the entire street, a cold yet brilliant smile slowly crept onto Gao Dongxu's lips. It was the pure joy of a predator discovering a bountiful hunting ground.

"The feast is about to begin—," he whispered, his voice so soft that only the women around him could hear him.

Before he finished speaking, he flipped his hand, and the ghost seal, a deep green color, appeared in his palm.

Without any instructions, the women moved swiftly and shifted their figures, instantly blocking his path and shielding him from the curiosity and attention of people in the real world who might be disturbed by the unusual event.

Gao Dongxu smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and focused his mind on his body. Within his dantian, a vast amount of spiritual energy began to surge, like a river awakening, rushing out along his meridians and finally flowing into the Ghost Seal through his palm.

hum-

An invisible, soft hum emanated from the Ghost Seal. A sudden, intense, eerie green light shone, casting an unsettling glow over the shadowy area. The seal's knob, adorned with a Qilin treading on a ghost, glowed faintly, its light flickering like the breath of a bird.

A sense of emptiness began to emerge from the massive loss of spiritual energy, but Gao Dongxu's smile grew even brighter. He could clearly feel that the vast and desolate space inside the Ghost Seal had been completely activated, and dormant wills had received his call and begun to respond.

laugh!laugh!laugh!
As if the air were being torn apart, translucent phantoms began to appear around Gao Dongxu and the women. They quickly solidified, transforming into warriors clad in tattered armor.

Their armor was covered with marks from swords and axes, and some parts were even missing, revealing their illusory and twisted bodies underneath. In their hands they held rusty swords and shields, as well as broken and reassembled spears. Grotesque scars were visible on their exposed skin and between the gaps in their armor.

Two clusters of eerie green flames flickered in the eyes of each ghostly soldier, faint yet exceptionally strange.

As spiritual energy continued to flow in, more and more Yin soldiers appeared. Ten, fifty, a hundred... They stood there silently, and an invisible malevolent aura began to gather, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.

Passersby on the street unconsciously wrapped their clothes tighter, felt a sudden pang of unease, and quickened their pace to leave this uncomfortable area.

When the two hundredth Yin soldier appeared, Gao Dongxu's forehead was already covered in fine beads of sweat. When the three hundredth Yin soldier took shape, his brows furrowed tightly, his face turned pale, and his spiritual energy was almost completely drained.

But he didn't stop. Instead, he bit his tongue hard, squeezing out the last bit of pure primordial spiritual energy and forcefully pouring it into the Ghost Seal!
Da da da--

Covered in black leather armor, a tall, ghostly horse slowly emerged, and on its back sat a ghost general clad in heavy armor, wielding a huge long spear!

His armor was equally tattered, with a horrible crack on his breastplate that nearly cleaved him in two. The ghostly fire in his eyes was far more intense and eerily green than that of any of the other ghostly soldiers, indicating that the ghostly messengers he had absorbed earlier had significantly strengthened it.

He simply sat there, yet the terrifying pressure he exuded caused the ghostly flames in the eyes of the three hundred Yin soldiers around him to flicker violently, and they all lowered their heads in submission.

Gao Dongxu let out a long sigh, opened his eyes wearily, his face pale, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. He surveyed the silent yet powerful army before him with satisfaction, feeling the unimpeded connection between his soul and theirs.

Without the slightest hesitation, his powerful divine sense spread out like an invisible network, clearly transmitting his will into the core consciousness of every Yin soldier and ghost general: "Free hunting! Devour! Evolve!" The command was given, as if the gates of hell had been opened!

The ghostly flames in the eyes of all the ghost soldiers suddenly surged, as if boiling oil had been poured into them, burning wildly and fiercely in an instant! The leading ghost general looked up to the sky and let out a silent yet soul-piercing roar, pointing his long spear forward fiercely!
boom!
A sudden gust of wind arose, whipping up dust and scraps of paper from the ground and making the billboards along the street rattle loudly!

The ghost general charged forward like an arrow released from a bow! Dark red ghost fire left a dazzling yet deadly trail of light behind him. He instantly plunged into a group of unsuspecting wandering souls, his long spear sweeping across the battlefield. The dark bloodstains on the spear seemed to come alive, unleashing an astonishing suction force.

Before the five or six wandering souls could even scream, they were shredded by the long spear, turning into pure black mist, which the ghost general inhaled and swallowed whole!

Having received the first batch of nourishment, the huge crack in the Ghost General's armor began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye! His aura also suddenly became stronger!
At the same time, the three hundred ghost soldiers roared like a bursting green tide and greedily pounced on the panicked and lost ghosts from all directions!
The streets instantly transformed into the most brutal battlefield!

Black mist and eerie green will-o'-the-wisps intertwined, collided, and tore at each other wildly! The mournful wails of ghosts and wolves soared into the sky, but were cleverly masked by the hustle and bustle of the city.

Ordinary passersby felt a chill run through their bodies, their scalps tingled, and their hearts pounded violently for no reason. They frowned and looked around, but could see nothing. In the end, they could only subconsciously hug their arms and quickly flee this "cold and gloomy" area.

The ghostly soldiers hunted down every soul they could find with frenzied abandon. With each soul they tore apart, the ghostly fire in their eyes burned brighter, their mangled bodies solidified, and their weapons gleamed even sharper. Instinctively, they formed small battle formations, encircling, tearing apart, and devouring with astonishing efficiency.

The ghost general, however, moved like a tiger among sheep. He rode his ghostly horse, galloping across the streets, each swing of his long spear clearing a large area. No longer content with simple slaughter, he began to selectively pursue those stronger ghosts, making them his primary targets for consumption.

With each one he devoured, the changes in his body became more obvious—his armor became more complete, its color more profound, the ghostly fire leaping in his eyes almost bursting out, and the pressure emanating from his body made even the low-level ghost soldiers nearby dare not approach.

Gao Dongxu had somehow acquired a warm, ancient jade in his hand, from which he was drawing spiritual energy to quickly replenish his energy reserves.

He watched with burning eyes the carnage he had orchestrated, watching his army grow stronger through constant warfare.

"Looks like they're really in for a good meal tonight." He said with a smile to the women behind him, "Follow them and let them eat their fill!"

The women nodded and followed him in the direction the army was advancing. They watched as the hundreds or thousands of ghostly souls that had filled the streets, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, were rapidly reduced to a mere fraction by the swift and devastating sweep of the ghostly soldiers and generals, until they were completely devoured. Their eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of anticipation and excitement.

They knew perfectly well that the completion of the evolution of these ghostly soldiers and generals meant that Gao Dongxu's power had become even stronger.

In this perilous world teeming with demons and monsters, Gao Dongxu's strength is their greatest source of security. They are already looking forward to seeing just how powerful this army, tempered by blood and souls, will become after this grand feast ends.

At the end of the street, a group of wandering spirits seemed to sense the danger and frantically surged towards a skyscraper. The ghost general paused, his eyes flickering with ghostly fire, a hint of mockery in them. He raised his hand, and three hundred ghostly soldiers, like shadows, transformed into a torrent of the underworld, sweeping towards the building.

The demon horse, its four hooves off the ground, didn't run, but skimmed low, stirring up a chilling wind in its wake. It charged into the lobby of a skyscraper, where dozens of wandering spirits had gathered, trying to hide. The demon general didn't even use its long spear; it simply opened its masked mouth and inhaled sharply!
A powerful, terrifying suction force targeting souls was instantly generated. The vengeful spirits, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, screamed and twisted as they were pulled towards it, ultimately transforming into a black stream that flowed entirely into the ghost general's mouth. Its armor emitted a soft "crack" sound, becoming even more solid and heavy, as if it had been reborn.

At the same time, the three hundred ghost soldiers transformed into a highly efficient and chilling killing storm.

With each soul torn apart, the pure Yin energy is absorbed, the ghostly fire in their eyes intensifies, their illusory bodies solidify, and the broken weapons in their hands seem to regain a bit of sharpness.

The wailing of souls, inaudible to ordinary people, gathered into a tide, impacting the boundaries of reality, causing the temperature to plummet, and making the lights in its path flicker erratically.

This was a massive purge that swept through the country like a whirlwind.

(End of this chapter)