While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

early morning.

The sunlight in Beverly Hills was a bit too bright.

The bedroom was a mess, with clothes scattered everywhere.

Rachel sat on the edge of the bed, putting on her high heels. Her movements were slow, and she would occasionally frown.

Amanda and Jessica had finished getting ready and were sitting at the vanity touching up their makeup.

"I have to go."

Rachel stood up, straightened her skirt, and said, "I have a magazine interview this afternoon."

Amanda also stood up: "I also need to go to the karaoke room. My voice is a little hoarse; I hope it will recover."

Jessica picked up her bag: "Let's go together."

Cao Kun, wearing a bathrobe, leaned against the door frame, holding a glass of water in his hand.

"Be careful on the road."

Three women walked over.

Rachel whispered in his ear, "Don't forget Sherlock Holmes."

Amanda: "And my 'Mamma Mia!'"

Jessica: "Taken, I'm waiting for your good news."

Watching the three luxury cars drive out of the gate one after another, Cao Kun took a sip of water and closed the gate.

Back in his study, Cao Kun sat down in a swivel chair.

"Chris."

The phone screen lit up, and pink smoke drifted out.

The succubus Chris revealed herself, dressed in a smart secretary outfit, holding a virtual notebook in her hand.

She glanced at Cao Kun, her eyes filled with a hint of resentment: "Master, you really have a lot of energy."

Cao Kun ignored her teasing and tapped his finger on the table.

"Get to work."

Chris immediately composed herself: "Please give your orders."

"Check out these three items."

Cao Kun said, "Sherlock Holmes should be in Warner's hands."

Universal Pictures is currently developing "Mamma Mia!"

"Taken, I'm not sure, you can look it up."

Chris's fingers flew across the air: "Understood. Investment or buyout?"

Cao Kun: "Sherlock Holmes and Mamma Mia! are projects from major studios, so a buyout is impossible. We'll discuss investment share and casting rights."

The investment share should be as large as possible, the more the better.

As for Taken…”

Cao Kun paused for a moment: "This is a low-budget independent film. We should try our best to buy the copyright or get the largest share of the investment."

I need absolute control. The script needs minor adjustments; I need to add more screen time for Jessica's character.

It's not about adding random shots; you just need to give her a few nice shots.

"receive."

Chris finished taking notes. "I'll contact the copyright departments and producers right now."

"Go."

Chris crawled back to her phone.

Cao Kun leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

"Ring ring..."

The landline on the table rang.

Cao Kun answered the phone.

"Mr. Cao, it's me, Flecia."

On the other end of the phone, Flecia's voice was somewhat hurried and very low, as if she was afraid of disturbing someone.

"What's wrong?" Cao Kun asked.

"We have customers."

"They were a couple," Fleischer said. "They looked...strange."

Cao Kun frowned slightly: "What's strange?"

"They have something about them that I can't quite put my finger on."

Fleischer hesitated for a moment: "It has a very cold taste."

Moreover, the woman was trembling, staring at the talismans in the shop with a look of terror in her eyes.

Cao Kun: "Understood. Tell them I'll be there in half an hour."

After hanging up the phone, Cao Kun changed his clothes and drove to Wenxintang.

Half an hour later.

Cao Kun pushed open the shop door.

The air conditioning in the store was on full blast, but the atmosphere in the rest area was even cooler than the air conditioning.

A middle-aged couple was sitting on the sofa.

The man was around fifty years old, wearing a dark suit, with some graying temples, and a serious and tired expression.

The woman wore a long dress and a cross necklace, her hands tightly gripping a black handbag, her knuckles white.

Upon seeing Cao Kun enter, the two men stood up simultaneously.

"Master Cao?" the man asked, his voice steady and powerful.

Cao Kun nodded and walked to the head seat, saying, "Sit down."

Fleischer brought over two cups of hot tea and then retreated behind the counter.

Cao Kun sized up the two of them.

Under the aura observation technique, the auras of these two people were very special.

There was no deathly aura or yin energy from being possessed by an evil spirit, but a thick, persistent gloom lingered around him.

That's the evil influence he picked up from dealing with supernatural things for a long time.

This evil energy has clearly undergone some purification, but it has not been completely purified.

"I am Ed."

The man introduced himself, "Ed Warren. This is my wife, Lorraine Warren."

Cao Kun's eyes flickered slightly.

The Warrens.

In this parallel world, they remain renowned investigators of paranormal phenomena and exorcists recognized by the Catholic Church.

Logically speaking, they themselves should be experts in exorcism.

The fact that they came to us means something is definitely not simple.

Moreover, their appearance signifies that the Conjuring universe has officially entered Cao Kun's world.

But Cao Kun knew that this had been the case since Annabelle.

"I've heard so much about you." Cao Kun said calmly. "The Warrens didn't come to see me to buy talismans, did they?"

Ed gave a wry smile: "We've heard of Mr. Cao's reputation in the industry for a long time."

"If we weren't desperate, we wouldn't be bothering our fellow travelers."

Rowling remained silent.

Her face was pale, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused, as if she had not yet recovered from some kind of shock.

"For what purpose?" Cao Kun asked.

Ed took a deep breath, took a photo out of his bag, and pushed it in front of Cao Kun.

"For this."

Cao Kun looked down.

The photo is black and white and somewhat blurry.

The scene appears to be a dimly lit corridor.

At the end of the corridor stood a blurry figure.

She was dressed in a nun's habit, her face was a dark shadow with only two pale points of light, like eyes.

Cao Kun's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Ghost Nun.

Valak.

"Where was this filmed?" Cao Kun asked.

"My home."

Rowling suddenly spoke, her voice trembling: "In our hallway."

Cao Kun looked up at Luo Lin: "What did you see?"

Rowling was born with the ability to see ghosts and also has a certain degree of precognitive ability.

She can see a small fragment of the future through some kind of contact.

This has caused her enormous harm.

It should never be used lightly under normal circumstances.

Rowling covered her face with her hands, her body beginning to tremble:

"I saw... death."

It's not just death, it's an abyss.

It's been following us ever since that exorcism.

Ed held his wife's hand and explained to Cao Kun:

Six months ago, we went to Country Y to deal with a paranormal incident in Enfield.

The matter was resolved, but Rowling...she saw something.

"A prophecy."

Rowling lowered her hand, revealing her eyes filled with fear:

"I witnessed Ed's death."

That thing... that thing in the nun's habit, it will kill Ed.

I tried using holy water, I tried praying, and I even asked a bishop for help.

But it didn't work.

It was there, standing in the shadows, watching us.

It's getting closer.

Cao Kun tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

The plot of The Conjuring 2.

The powerful demon Valak tormented Rowling with prophecies and visions, attempting to break the couple's faith.

Moreover, the power of this thing far surpasses that of ordinary vengeful spirits.

It's not a ghost, it's a demon.

One of the seventy-two demons of Solomon.

"What do you want me to do?" Cao Kun asked.

Ed said in a deep voice, "We've heard that you've handled a lot of tricky things."

Even that... indescribable existence can be dealt with.

We would like to ask you to take action and eliminate it.