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

Chapter 349 If you seek death, you will have to pay the price!
In the car speeding through the night sky of Shanghai, Xiaoxue, who was sitting next to Gao Dongxu who was thinking about how to swallow Huang Youfa, felt an indescribable emotion in her heart.

She couldn't take her eyes off Gao Dongxu. Tonight, every move and every word he made was like a hammer, hitting her heart.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and an inexplicable throbbing welled up in her heart. Her female instinct gave her an irresistible admiration for the strong.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Gao Dongxu turned his head and looked at Xiaoxue, who had a crazy look on her face and her beautiful eyes were full of admiration and smiled.

The previously cold eyes immediately softened the moment they met Xiaoxue's gaze, which made Xiaoxue's heart tremble violently, as if hit by something.

Following Gao Dongxu, she felt an unprecedented sense of security and stability. In just two days, her heart completely belonged to this man.

Her eyes remained fixed on his face, a warm feeling welling up in her heart, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She finally understood that what she had been looking for was not money or power, but someone who could make her submit willingly.

Without saying anything, the next moment, Xiaoxue's pretty face flushed, and she put her arms around Gao Dongxu's neck with seductive eyes. Seeing his slightly surprised expression, she kissed him on the mouth, affectionately and passionately, with great devotion.

A faint fragrance filled the luxurious suite. Xiaoxue was lying on her side, her long hair scattered on the pillow, her cheeks were slightly flushed, the corners of her mouth were raised, and she was sleeping soundly.

Gao Dongxu leaned against the head of the bed, gently playing with her hair with his fingers, with a satisfied smile on his lips. He looked at Xiaoxue's face as a school beauty goddess, who had changed into a white and blue sweater, a white shirt, a plaid skirt, and a half-length white t-shirt at his request after returning to the hotel.

The delicate oval face and light complexion give people a sense of coolness and bookishness. There is such a pure energy, just like the clear water of a mountain stream, which makes people feel comfortable just by looking at it.

It's really hard to sit idle while guarding such a pure campus goddess. In the past, I could only touch her through the screen, but now I have the chance, so of course I have to touch her enough, especially her legs.

I'm busy all day, with no time to rest...

“Ahhh—no!”

He Zijian woke from another nightmare, the alarm clock on his bedside table reading three in the morning. His pillow was drenched in sweat, and he sprang up from the bed, gasping for air. His pajamas were soaked with sweat, and his throat was dry and aching.

He turned on the bedside lamp, his face pale, and looked with horror at the long red mark on the palm of his right hand, as if it had been scratched by something.

I have been having nightmares for five days. I thought I could fall asleep peacefully after taking two sleeping pills, but the nightmare still came.

"Korean bastards, I curse your eight generations of ancestors——"

He Zijian was shocked and frightened, his eyes were red, and he roared loudly with gritted teeth.

"boom--"

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall bodyguard rushed in. Seeing He Zijian trembling all over, he hurriedly turned on the headlights and asked with concern: "Boss, are you okay?"

"Damn it, I still have nightmares as soon as I fall asleep..." After seeing the bodyguard, He Zijian felt a little safer. He reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his pale face and cursed with gritted teeth.

"If it really doesn't work, then stop filming and go back to the capital to find a master..."

"Master of bullshit, hasn't the crew already found monks and Taoist priests? What the hell is that? I can't take it anymore. I should call my friend..."

He Zijian looked helpless, but finally decided to call Gao Dongxu. After all, it was Gao Dongxu who initially reminded him not to randomly summon the Pen Fairy. He Zijian felt that Gao Dongxu must know some way.

He Zijian really wanted to kill those Koreans now. He had told them before not to carry out the full set of rituals to summon the gods. However, the Korean director and his Korean team agreed verbally, but secretly mocked the Chinese side for being cowardly and superstitious.

The Korean director was obsessed with pursuing the ultimate sense of reality. As if driven by obsession, he completely ignored the warnings and secretly arranged for people to perform the full set of summoning the spirit of the pen on the set.

After the ceremony, an indescribable chill permeated the crew, as if pairs of cold eyes were peering in the darkness.

At first, there were only minor anomalies: lights in the old house where the crew was staying would flicker without warning, and maintenance personnel repeatedly checked the wiring but couldn't find any faults.

The lights flickered in a patternless pattern, flickering as if manipulated by an invisible force, each flicker akin to the approach of darkness. Then, the props began to become haunted.

The props that were neatly arranged the day before became disorganized overnight. Some even disappeared mysteriously, and appeared in incredible corners the next day, as if they were manipulated by some unknown force.

Fear spread like a plague among the cast, and nightmares began to reoccur. He Zijian bore the brunt of the pain, plunging into an endless abyss of terror. Countless times, he dreamt of a dim, damp room, thick fog swirling around him, the pungent smell of mold permeating his nostrils. In the darkness, a shadowy figure, face as pale as paper, slowly approached him, holding a brush dripping with blood. With each step, a trail of bloody footprints was left on the ground, and the dripping sound was like a countdown to death.

The hollow, cold voice of the Pen Fairy echoed in his ears like a curse: "You can't escape..."

Every time He Zijian woke from a dream, he was sweating profusely, his pajamas clinging to his body, and his heart was beating so hard that it seemed to burst through his chest. He gasped for breath and looked around in fear, trying to confirm whether he was still in the real world.

Day after day, He Zijian was tortured by nightmares and suffered a mental breakdown.

Of course, the other actors were not much better off. The two beautiful leading ladies, Jiang Yiyan and Jiao Junyan, were so frightened that they went on strike and ran directly to Jing'an Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, and to seek help from a master to exorcise the evil spirits.

I have to say that it did work. Then, the crew invited several so-called masters, including monks and Taoists, to purify the ancient house.

Miraculously, nothing strange happened again, but everyone continued to have nightmares. Going to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha would make things better, but soon the nightmares would come again, and each one was more terrifying than the last.

By now, He Zijian has developed an extreme fear of sleeping. As soon as he closes his eyes, the ferocious face of the Pen Fairy will immediately appear, making him shudder.

Some of the other protagonists were chased madly by the Pen Fairy in their dreams, and were so scared that they rolled off the bed and fell on the cold ground; some dreamed that they were held tightly by countless pairs of dry, pale hands, unable to move their bodies, and could only let out desperate cries.

The entire crew fell into panic, and filming was seriously delayed. Everyone was clearly aware that this disaster caused by the director's blind impulse was like an inescapable nightmare, slowly devouring their lives and future.

buzzing-

The phone, set to vibrate mode, kept flashing, buzzing and vibrating on the bedside table.

Gao Dongxu, who was sleeping soundly with Xiaoxue in his arms, frowned slightly, and finally opened his eyes very unhappily. He lay flat on his back, stretched out his arms, and took the mobile phone whose screen was still flashing and buzzing.

Gao Dongxu frowned and saw that it was He Zijian. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. Knowing that it was not an urgent matter, he knew that He Zijian would not call at this time to disturb his rest, so he answered the phone directly.

"Hello, it's me. Why are you calling me at this hour? What's the trouble? Huh?!"

Gao Dongxu, who had been asking questions with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Wait a minute——"

He carefully took out the arm that Xiaoxue had been resting her head on, opened the quilt, got up, picked up a nightgown and put it on, walked out of the bedroom, and continued, "Didn't I tell you not to mess around with 'Fujiu'? The Pen Fairy is called the Pen Fairy, but it's actually a ghost. Inviting the Pen Fairy is nominally to summon souls, but the ghosts you summon are usually evil spirits that follow people and suck their essence..."

"Hey, brother, it's too late to say anything now. It's all because of those suicidal Koreans. They didn't believe in superstition and secretly filmed the entire ceremony. However, they are the ones who suffer the most. The director has been admitted to the psychiatric ward. I and the other two female protagonists just can't stop having nightmares. Going to the temple to burn incense and pray to the Buddha, and seeing the master, it makes us feel better, but it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. The nightmares still persist.

"Brother, I really can't stand it anymore. I can't even close my eyes now. The moment I close my eyes, I want to sleep, and the moment I sleep, I dream..." He Zijian complained tearfully, "Brother, do you have any way to save my life?"

"You're lucky, kid. I happen to be in Shanghai. Send me your address and I'll come see you." Gao Dongxu wasn't sure if he could help He Zijian, but he believed that the vajra and the legalist bronze mirror in his hand were enough to kill these evil spirits.

"Brother, why don't I go find you? It's so embarrassing to ask you to come here at this time..."

"Okay, you're still talking nonsense. I just happen to have something to talk to you about." A strange light flashed in Gao Dongxu's eyes.

"Okay, I'm in the QP area now..."

"Okay, I understand. Wait, I'll come find you soon—"

After hanging up the phone, Gao Dongxu returned to the bedroom and started to put on his clothes. Although he was very careful, he still woke Xiaoxue up.

Xiaoxue rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at Gao Dongxu to ask. Gao Dongxu naturally would not tell her the truth. He just said that a friend of his was in some trouble and he had to go over to check on him. He would be back in the morning and asked Xiaoxue not to worry.

Xiaoxue originally wanted to follow, but was rejected by Gao Dongxu, "My friend's status is quite special. So, you continue to sleep. When you wake up, let Leng Feng and the others take you back to your rental house and pack your luggage..."

After listening to Gao Dongxu's arrangements, Xiaoxue nodded obediently, but she still got up, kissed him clingily for a while, and then watched Gao Dongxu leave reluctantly.

Gao Dongxu woke up Leng Feng, took the car keys, told him the situation, and drove alone to the Greenland Platinum Hotel where He Zijian was staying.

When he arrived at the hotel, he was shocked to see He Zijian's eyes bloodshot, like a dry riverbed, with dark circles as thick as ink. His once plump cheeks had become sunken, and he looked extremely haggard.

(End of this chapter)