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

Chapter 859 Fate Like a Thread: Illusion Shattered, Gunfire
"I--"

At this moment, Su Nan, her pretty face flushed and emboldened by the wine, looked at Gao Dongxu with her large, curious eyes and asked softly with a smile.

"Since you say that you've altered our destiny, can you tell me what my original destiny was?"

Gao Dongxu smiled as he looked at her fair and delicate face, and said softly, "You will die, because of Wu Xie—"

"Huh?!" A black pot suddenly fell from the sky and hit him on the head. Wu Xie, who was a little drunk, cried out in surprise and hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "How could this be? It wasn't me. I didn't do it. Don't talk nonsense..."

Seeing Wu Xie's panicked state, Gao Dongxu couldn't help but burst into laughter. Everyone else wanted to laugh too, but when they saw Su Nan, who had lost all her smile, they were all taken aback.

"You, you, why are you looking at me like that? How could I possibly kill you..." Wu Xie felt uneasy under Su Nan's strange gaze and hurriedly waved his hands to explain.

Finally, Su Nan, who was trained from childhood and could be said to exist for Wu Xie, was identified by the Wang family's computing department as a tool to deal with Wu Xie. She believed Gao Dongxu's words because her fate had been tied to Wu Xie since she was very young.

Without Gao Dongxu's appearance, Su Nan would have been unable to escape the Wang family and would have been forced to act according to their orders. In the end, either she would kill Wu Xie, or Wu Xie would kill her, and she would die because of Wu Xie, perfectly fitting her own fate.
Thinking of all this, Su Nan looked at Gao Dongxu, her eyes filled with tenderness, then smiled with relief, like a blooming flower. She then looked at the panicked Wu Xie and said, "Fate is truly an interesting thing..."

"come over--"

Gao Dongxu smiled and looked at Su Nan as he spoke.

Su Nan smiled charmingly as she got up and walked to Gao Dongxu's side. He pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her luscious red lips, saying with a smile, "From now on, just enjoy life. No one can threaten your safety anymore."

Su Nan looked up at Gao Dongxu's beautiful face, which was fair and rosy, and smiled like a flower. She wrapped her arms around Gao Dongxu's strong waist and buried her face in his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat and warmth.

The display of affection left everyone speechless. By this time, everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, so they all made excuses to get up and leave.

Hu Bayi pulled Wu Xie and the others together and began to ponder the entire process of going down into the underground palace, trying to guess the main purpose of Wang Zanghai's design.

"...The underground palaces of imperial mausoleums generally follow the '回' (hui) shape, with the spirit hall in the very center, which is the most strictly regulated area. Wang Zanghai would certainly not dare to tamper with it. In other areas, the '回' shaped underground palace is surrounded by burial pits, funerary pits, drainage systems, and intricate passageways and tomb passages..."

Hu Bayi drew a rough diagram on the floor tiles with a dagger while pointing and analyzing, "In other words, we should be on the outer edge of the center of the underground palace now. As long as we break the illusion, we can reach the center of the underground palace immediately... In fact, we are only a wall away from the center of the underground palace."

"That makes things easier. If we really can't find a way to break the illusion, we'll just use explosives. Maybe we can blast open the passage to the center of the underground palace in one go." Wang Yueban's eyes gleamed with crazy excitement.

"Use as few explosives as possible—" Zhang Qiling, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up.

"Why?" Wang Yueban looked at Zhang Qiling with some confusion.

“It’s prone to collapse—” Zhang Qiling said calmly.

"A landslide?!" Everyone frowned.

"Wait... bro, are you saying there's a huge space beneath the underground palace?" As a top student in architecture, he immediately realized the problem.

Zhang Qiling nodded slightly and did not explain further, because the true location of the Nine Dragons Carrying the Corpse Coffin and the Bronze Gate of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves was beneath the underground palace.

Seeing that Zhang Qiling didn't intend to explain, Wu Xie didn't press the matter.

After studying the situation for a while, they heard Gao Dongxu instruct everyone to clear the space and set up tents before getting up and getting busy.

Nothing happened that night, except for the occasional meows and whimpers of cats, which sounded extremely jarring and depressing in the silent treasure hall.

Well, Gao Dongxu completely disregards the mental health of others, attending classes every day, which makes everyone look resentful.

Gao Dongxu, who was thick-skinned, acted as if nothing had happened. As for the women, although they were thin-skinned, it was useless because they couldn't resist his persistent pleading.

"Yawn—" After finishing breakfast, Wang Yueban crawled back into his sleeping bag, yawning, and put on his eye mask. As he lay down, he said to Wu Xie, "Wake me up for lunch. I need to catch up on some sleep."

“Okay—” Wu Xie leaned against his travel backpack, looking through some papers and notebooks he had found on the six corpses, and replied.

"This time when we go back, we'll fly straight to Bao'an and stay there for a month. Being constantly provoked by Gao Shao like this, I feel like I'm about to explode..."

Hearing Wang Yueban's complaints, Wu Xie, who was also addicted to foot washing and was a fellow LSP, immediately lit up and chuckled, "Okay, okay, but I'm afraid you won't be able to last a week like last time."

"Get lost, I was just too tired last time..."

"Young Master, take me with you—" Pan Zi suddenly poked his head into the tent and said with a sly grin.

"no problem--"

"It's unbelievable—" Hu Bayi, sitting on the steps, smoking and watching Gao Dongxu wave his hands to collect gold and silver jewelry, was still incredibly amazed.

"Tell me, if we had had that ability back then, all those gold and silver treasures on the cliff of Jingjue Ancient City, and the treasures in the Ascension Hall of Old Man Xianwang, would all be ours," Wang Kaixuan said with shining eyes.

"Stop dreaming. He's a true master. My grandfather's notes recorded an experience of him meeting a reclusive master in Zhongnan Mountain. They're the same kind of people, completely beyond our comprehension..." Yang Xueli looked at Gao Dongxu as he collected the treasure, then suddenly lowered her voice and whispered to the two of them.

. . . . . .

Upon hearing Yang Xueli's words, Gao Dongxu's lips curled into a slight smile. He hadn't expected that Partridge Whistle had actually encountered a master back then, though he wondered just how skilled that master was, perhaps even three or four stories high.

It has to be said that there was just too much gold and silver in the treasure hall. His two hands were like vacuum cleaners, constantly sucking it up, and it seemed like nothing was missing.

Two days later, the crowd gathered in front of the last remaining hill of gold and silver treasures, watching as Gao Dongxu, wearing gloves, picked up an unremarkable bronze fragment that looked like a tree branch.

"The Bronze Tree!" Wu Xie and Wang Yueban exclaimed in surprise, their eyes wide.

Zhang Qiling's pupils contracted, and he frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed again.

“Wang Zanghai did indeed go there—” Wu Xie said in a trembling voice.

"No wonder we fell for it..." Wang Yueban said with a wry smile, relieved.

Apart from Gao Dongxu and A Ning, the others did not know what the bronze tree Wu Xie and Fatty Wang were talking about was. Although they were curious, no one asked.

Because they could sense that Wu Xie and Wang Yueban were somewhat reluctant to talk about the bronze tree.

“We’ve found what caused our illusion. As long as we put it away, the illusion will break.” Gao Dongxu touched the bronze branch with his ungloved left hand, and the branch disappeared.

Everyone immediately looked around and found nothing had changed. Gao Dongxu then took off his gloves, placed his hands on the gold and silver jewelry, and began to collect the last batch.

Finally, half an hour later, Gao Dongxu had cleaned the treasure hall spotless.

"Let's go——"

The group, now fully prepared, emerged from the treasure hall under Gao Dongxu's guidance, all their flashlights shining forward.

Sure enough, things had changed. It was no longer a corridor; at the end of the tomb passage, a stone staircase extended downwards, leading to a protruding stone platform.

Beyond the stone platform are several enormous stone corridors suspended in mid-air, crisscrossing within this immeasurably vast domed space to form a peculiar two-tiered structure.

There is no physical partition between the two floors; only these ancient buildings, known as the "Sky Corridor," connect them in mid-air. Standing on the corridor, one can have an unobstructed view of the scenery below.

These stone corridors, seemingly ornate and decorated with dragons and phoenixes, are actually functional structures designed for hoisting huge coffins.

At this moment, deafening gunshots surged violently from the darkness below the Sky Corridor, accompanied by the flickering beams of flashlights and horrifying screams, pushing a chaotic and critical atmosphere right before our eyes.

"Turn off the flashlights—" Gao Dongxu immediately ordered, and everyone turned off their flashlights or moved them away.

"Holy crap, what's going on down there? Has the King of Ten Thousand Slaves come back to life? The intensity of these gunshots is enough to turn even someone with skin of copper and iron into a sieve..."

Hearing the gunshots, Wang Yueban couldn't help but gloat and tease.

"It's very likely that we were completely overrun by a swarm of centipedes..." Wu Xie thought of the countless centipedes he had seen throughout the mountain on the way here, and felt a chill run down his spine as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, the women's expressions changed slightly. They didn't want to be surrounded by those disgusting wall-crawlers again; just looking at them was repulsive.

"Go and see for yourself, don't make a sound—" Gao Dongxu said in a low voice. Then he made a hand gesture, and the people behind him immediately understood. They turned their flashlights to the lowest brightness, held their breath, and filed out of the stone platform, stepping onto the narrow connecting corridor.

They cautiously climbed the cold stone railing and looked down, and a chilling scene instantly took everyone's breath away.

Below was an unimaginably huge circular tomb chamber, with dozens of cold flames thrown around, burning with a pale white and eerie green light that illuminated the entire space as if it were daytime, yet it was also filled with a hellish atmosphere.

The three groups that Zhang Qiling had mentioned were now gathered together. They seemed to have temporarily abandoned their faction distinctions, forming a fragile circle back to back, their guns spitting out continuous tongues of fire.

They were surrounded by a swarm of centipedes. Each of these arthropods was as thick as an adult's arm, and their carapaces reflected a slippery, oily, dark sheen in the cold light.

(End of this chapter)