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

Chapter 842 Crimson Rebirth: The Asura Field Begins

"Send two people to check the situation down the mountain..."

"it is good--"

She turned her head slightly, and the morning light shone through the gaps in the tent, casting a soft golden glow on Gao Dongxu's silhouette beside her. A hint of smugness still lingered between his sleeping brows, and his arm was still draped around her waist, heavy and radiating a burning heat.

The sounds outside the convertible slowly roused Su Nan from her hazy warmth.

It wasn't just ordinary discomfort; it was the aching pain of bones being dismantled inch by inch and then reassembled, as if the soul had been dragged out of the body and tossed between the clouds and the abyss before finally falling back into this broken body.

She tried to move, but the movement aggravated her pain, a sensation as if her muscles were being torn apart by the invisible claws of a wild beast.

In particular, their conscience was deeply wounded and completely lost its grip. Faced with bribery, extortion, and drug use, their conscience suffered the most severe damage in history.

Su Nan took a deep breath and raised her hand to brush away the stray strands of hair that were falling across her forehead. This simple action turned out to be difficult for her.

She is now like a ripe peach that has been thrown into a washing machine. After being turned over countless times, she may still look intact, but in reality, she is already untouchable.

Gao Dongxu stirred slightly, unconsciously pulling her closer. His eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes. His usually sharp and clear eyes were now veiled with a languid mist, like dusty gems, but the moment they met her gaze, a dark flame ignited within them.

He didn't speak, but smiled slightly and gently stroked her smooth shoulder with his lips, sending a slight shiver down her spine.

She met his gaze, a shy yet alluring smile playing on her lips. That smile carried a languid air of security, and her eyes, as they moved, exuded a captivating charm.

No words are needed; in these ruins bathed in the morning light, a single glance is enough to know that both have been reborn in the midst of this devastating blizzard.

"Shh-"

Just then, the tent zipper was unzipped, and a blinding white light and a cold wind rushed into the tent, the crisp air dispelling some of the stale air inside.

"Shh-"

The zipper was zipped up again, blocking out the cold wind and sunlight. Wearing a white down jacket, A Ning looked at Gao Dongxu and Su Nan, who had already woken up, and said, "The weather outside has cleared up, and the wind has died down. Let's get up and get ready. After breakfast, we can break camp and head down the mountain."

Gao Dongxu glanced at Su Nan in his arms. He knew how badly Su Nan had been injured in the blizzard last night, and that setting off immediately was definitely not an option.

"No rush, Su Nan needs to rest. We'll go down the mountain after lunch," Gao Dongxu said, gently stroking Su Nan's smooth, delicate skin as she shyly buried her blushing face in his arms.

Looking at Su Nan pretending to be an ostrich, Ah Ning, having witnessed Su Nan's suffering firsthand, knew that setting off now would be a bit difficult for her. She nodded and said, "Alright, I'll go inform everyone—"

After saying that, he unzipped the tent again and stepped out of the tent.

"Alright, she's gone, stop hiding—" Gao Dongxu chuckled as he gently patted Su Nan's buttocks, feeling the immense pressure of her conscience, which was definitely among the best of all the women.

Su Nan blushed and playfully punched Gao Dongxu's chest a few times, saying coquettishly, "You've really ruined me! I'm so ashamed to face anyone—"

"Hehe, don't overthink it. Nobody will tease you about what happened last night. We're all family now, so it's normal to be watched. You'll get used to it," Gao Dongxu chuckled.

"Pah—" Su Nan was speechless at Gao Dongxu's absurd and shameless behavior. She spat lightly, looked at him with complicated emotions, and said coquettishly, "You're such a bastard—"

"Hehe, I've never been a good person to begin with. Since you've played with fire and it's gotten to me, I naturally won't let you off the hook." Gao Dongxu laughed, reaching out to lift her fair, round chin, raising an eyebrow as he smiled.

"Have you always been so unscrupulous and lawless?" Su Nan rolled her eyes at Gao Dongxu, feigning annoyance.

"I didn't used to, but ever since I had a brush with death, I've decided to live completely according to my own nature and live life to the fullest..." Gao Dongxu said with a faint smile.

Su Nan's beautiful eyes narrowed as she thought of the scar on Gao Dongxu's chest. She gently stroked the scar and said, "Can you tell me about it?"

"Of course—" Gao Dongxu said with a smile as he recounted his legendary story after his car accident.

. . . . . .

"You really are a perfect example of the saying, 'Those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune.'" Su Nan said softly, her beautiful eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Hehe, indeed, I've finished telling my story. Now let me tell you," Gao Dongxu said with a smile.

Su Nan's delicate body stiffened slightly, her eyes darting around, and her rosy face showed a somewhat unnatural expression as she replied perfunctorily, "I don't have much to say, it's just the growth experience of an ordinary person..."

"Hehe, is that so?" Gao Dongxu looked at Su Nan, who was becoming increasingly uneasy, with a half-smile. However, he didn't press her. He pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her smooth, beautiful skin, and said softly, "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. Tell me when you want to later. What I want to tell you is that you are now my woman. No matter what happened before, from now on, I will protect you, cherish you... and not let you get hurt in the slightest. Not even God can stop me!"

Su Nan's gaze was complicated. She bit her red lips, hugged Gao Dongxu tightly, buried her face in his chest, and felt a sense of security she had never felt before. She softly hummed in agreement.

However, the power of the Wang family and the fear he had developed since childhood prevented Su Nan from revealing his true identity and betraying the Wang family.

Gao Dongxu knew that to truly win over Su Nan, he needed to let her experience his power firsthand, to make her realize that the so-called Wang family meant nothing to her man. After applying the medicine and resting for a morning, Su Nan was feeling much better after lunch, and they began to break camp and descend the mountain.

Fortunately, the horses were all there and did not break free and run away because of the wolf howls last night.

After refitting the sleds, the group headed back towards the avalanche zone.

However, they were shocked by the horrific scene before them not long after they left.

"Holy crap—this is just too tragic!"

"No wonder there were wolf howls last night..."

The crowd sighed, their hearts filled with unease as they looked at the traces left by the brief but brutal hunt of the previous night—traces that were so shocking.

The snow is no longer pure white.

Large splattered, trailing dark red stains, like the most unrestrained brushstrokes of a hellish painter, were viciously smeared on the snow-covered plain.

Some of the bloodstains had frozen into a deep purple ice shell, making a crisp "crack" sound when stepped on. Others remained in a semi-solid, viscous state, emitting faint steam at low temperatures and releasing a strong, nauseating rusty stench.

The bloodstains were not evenly distributed, but formed several particularly dense areas on the outer edge of the original defensive perimeter—those were clearly the places where the resistance was fiercest and the casualties were heaviest.

Several mutilated corpses were frozen in pools of blood, contorted in various ways.

A male corpse lay prone, his clothes torn to shreds at the back, revealing his spine, mangled and bloodied by claws and fangs, with white bone fragments piercing the flesh and exposed to the cold wind.

Not far away, another corpse lay on its back, its face frozen in extreme fear and pain. Its throat had been completely bitten off, with only a bit of flesh connecting its head and torso. Its empty eyes stared blankly at the gray sky.

There was another body, which appeared to have been torn apart by multiple wolves at the same time. Its limbs were almost completely dismembered, and its internal organs were scattered all over the ground, frozen in blood and ice, making it difficult to discern its original appearance.

It wasn't just human corpses. Wolf carcasses were also mixed in, though far fewer in number, only five or six. They too had died horribly; some had their skulls cleaved open by heavy axes, others had long gashes ripped open in their abdomens with hunting knives, their intestines spilling out and frozen into solid blocks of ice.

One of the particularly strong male wolves, while biting through a team member's calf, was then stabbed through the eye socket and into the brain with a dagger. It remained in a tearing posture and died together with its prey, both frozen into a death sculpture.

The snow sleds that had been meant to provide cover were now overturned and mangled, covered in claw marks and splattered blood. Supplies were scattered everywhere.

The torn backpack contained compressed rations, jerky, medicine, and some strange metal probes and compasses with ancient patterns, scattered all over the ground. Most of them had been trampled into the bloody mud or gnawed by wolves.

Several dull machetes, broken wooden-handled axes, and even a homemade hunting rifle with a broken mechanism, lay forlornly in the snow like failed tombstones, telling the story of their owner's last struggle.

However, what is most chilling is not the tragic state of this defensive perimeter, but the chaotic and desperate paths that extend from this center of death toward the only place unhindered by wolves—the wind gap where an avalanche had occurred.

That was the trajectory of their rout.

The snow was covered with a jumble of footprints, hoofprints, drag marks, and bloodstains, which together outlined the route taken by the crowd and horses as they fled in extreme panic.

One can imagine that when the defensive perimeter collapsed, the horses were frightened, and people, driven by the wolves, were like sheep being herded by sheepdogs, instinctively rushing towards the only "way out."

Along the way, more and more items were discarded: heavy packs thrown away to run faster, weapons lost in the fight, and even a leather glove with a torn strap, lying forlornly in the snow.

These traces of escape are not a straight line, but are filled with struggle and repetition.

Somewhere, a patch of snow was trampled into an unusual mess, with an unusual amount of bloodstains around it. Clearly, someone had been caught here, engaged in a final struggle, and was eventually dragged to the ground, leaving a long trail of blood as they were dragged toward the shadows by the roadside.

Elsewhere, a horse carcass lay on its side in a snow ditch, its belly ripped out and its internal organs missing.

The closer you get to the windy spot, the "road" made up of bloodstains, footprints, discarded items, and scattered corpses resembles arrows pointing to hell, mercilessly recounting the final stage of that hunt—the rout and the chase.

The entire scene, from the wreckage of the defensive perimeter to the escape routes extending deep into the wind gap, together formed an extremely tragic picture.

It was silent, yet more impactful than any words. It proclaimed to any who followed that the group of over fifty people, no matter how fierce or confident they had once been, were doomed to perish on this cruel snowfield before those cunning and ruthless hunters.

The prediction that the odds are against them is an overly optimistic one.

Perhaps the final, silent answer to this snowy landscape is that all hope is certain death.

Seeing all this, Wu Xie, Wang Yueban, and Hu Bayi felt a chill in their hearts and all looked at Gao Dongxu, who was smiling as if admiring his masterpiece.

An avalanche and a wolf attack killed at least a hundred people. They hadn't felt anything before, but now they finally witnessed Gao Dongxu's cold-blooded ruthlessness firsthand.

(End of this chapter)