The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

Qin Yue'er calmed down and felt a little better. She immediately came over with the help of her assistant:

"Miss Sang, what's going on?"

Sang Feiwan asked Qin Yueer in front of the camera: "Why are you wearing those red dancing shoes?"

Qin Yue'er explained: "The dance shoes I originally wore were custom-made. But I suddenly couldn't find them tonight. The filming was about to start, so I didn't have time to order them again."

"I just happened to see a pair of red dancing shoes in the shoe cabinet. The color was the same as the color of the clothes. They barely matched, so I just wore them."

"I filmed all night tonight, and the process went pretty smoothly, but I was a little tired."

"After all, after I finished filming my scene, I rested on the recliner and accidentally fell asleep."

"Later, I had a vague dream that I stood up and danced again. As I danced, I heard the voices of the staff around me. It was very noisy and woke me up."

"Then I realized that I was actually dancing and couldn't stop dancing!"

Qin Yue'er said and looked at Zhuang Xiaoyan again.

At this moment, Zhuang Xiaoyan and her assistant were trying to take off the pair of red dancing shoes that appeared on their feet for no reason.

But no matter how hard they tried, they just couldn't take it off.

Zhuang Xiaoyan shouted angrily: "Scissors, get me scissors!"

However, the red dance shoes were as if they were welded to her feet. No matter whether she pried them off with a knife or cut them with scissors, it was of no avail.

Although Qin Yue'er was not smart, she still saw the clues: "Did Zhuang Xiaoyan harm me?"

Sang Feiwan nodded and explained: "The red dancing shoes are so evil that even I will have to spend a few days purifying them before they can be destroyed."

"I was supposed to do the final purification tonight, but it was stolen by Zhuang Xiaoyan, and she thought she could kill two birds with one stone."

"It's a pity that she doesn't know that the person who steals the red dancing shoes will also become the next owner. Even if you wear them by mistake, you will dance all night, and the shoes will leave to find the owner the next day."

Qin Yue'er sighed, and then said, "Didn't you say that I wanted to dance all night? I don't seem to have danced enough all night. Ah, ah, I know, because you are here, Miss Sang, so I escaped!"

Sang Feiwan glanced at her approvingly, seeming a little pleased that she had become smarter.

[I always thought the red dancing shoes were evil, but I didn’t expect that they would be so spiritual that they would find their true owner. 】

[As far as I know, Zhuang Xiaoyan has never learned dance. For those who have never learned to dance, 34 spins must be particularly interesting. 】

[You upstairs are so vicious, you actually want to see her jump and spin 34 times. I'm kinder, I just want to watch her dance to death. 】

[It’s all Sang Feiwan’s fault! If Sang Feiwan hadn't taken care of it improperly, the shoes wouldn't have been stolen! 】

[You’ve had enough of the brainless fans of Zhuang Xiaoyan upstairs, don’t make me curse. 】

[Death to the brainless fans! I'll scold you first as a sign of respect! 】

[I want to ask, are red dance shoes good or evil? Why do you recognize your master? 】

Sang Feiwan explained: "Because the biggest grievance of the red shoes comes from the first owner, the dancer who died sixty years ago..."

Sixty years ago, that talented dancer was a rising star in the Western dance world.

When she danced on the stage, she was like a beautiful and elegant swan, making other dancers eclipse.

Some people are envious, and naturally others are jealous.

The person who was jealous of her was a dancer from the same dance troupe and deliberately caused a car accident.

The poor talented dancer lost her legs as a result.

She could only watch as her former teammates took her place and danced gracefully on the stage.

And she herself couldn't even stand up, let alone dance, and could only spend her whole life in a wheelchair.

It was midnight, and she rocked the wheelchair alone and trudged back to the stage.

My beloved dancing shoes are in my arms, but I can no longer put them on.

She cut her wrists and died in despair, dying on the stage she once loved.

The blood drained away, dyeing the pure white dance shoes bright red.

Her resentment was also attached to the red dancing shoes.

She resented all the dancing girls: Why can you have legs? Why can you dance?

Red dancing shoes, red dancing shoes. Where is your master?

Red dancing shoes, red dancing shoes. Where is my master?

Red dancing shoes, red dancing shoes. Who wants to be my master?

……

More than half a century has passed, and the red dancing shoes have been looking for their owner from the west to the east.

The prerequisite for becoming a master is voluntariness. Buying and selling is voluntary, and so is stealing.

Those who voluntarily become the master will dance until the end of their lives.

Qin Yue'er did not wear the red shoes voluntarily because she was designed by others. Therefore, the curse of red shoes will not last long.

Zhuang Xiaoyan never expected that after all her efforts, she would be plotted against herself.

At this moment, she also realized that she was afraid, and hurriedly surrendered to Sang Feiwan:

"Miss Sang, please help me, I know I was wrong. I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore. Please help me, I don't want to dance to death."

"Miss Sang, don't you have a way to purify your shoes? Don't you have a way to dispose of them? Help me! I can give you money, no matter how much you want!"

Sang Feiwan shook his head regretfully: "Originally, I was only one step away from getting rid of Hong Dancing Shoes. But your intrusion not only made all my previous efforts in vain, but also inspired Hong Dancing Shoes to become even more resentful. So, you bear the consequences yourself.”

Zhuang Xiaoyan said shamelessly: "Ms. Sang, didn't you buy red dancing shoes before to save your fans? Can you buy them again?"

Sang Feiwan said: "It was before. Now, I don't want to buy it."

"Sang Feiwan!" Zhuang Xiaoyan's respectful attitude changed immediately.

She said angrily, "What are you pulling on? You're not the only one in this world who can be a psychic. I don't believe it. I can't find anyone who can solve this problem!"

She was so angry that she deliberately raised her voice and said to everyone present: "You have all seen clearly, this Sang Feiwan pretends to be a holy mother on the Internet every day! In fact, she is the truly vicious person, and all good people are just pretending!" There are ways, but they just don't want to save me! If everyone was as vicious as her, there would be no truth, goodness or beauty in this world!"

After saying that, she stepped on her red dancing shoes, fluttered her sleeves and left.

Everyone in the crew was stunned, and even Zhao Zhiyong couldn't help but say: "Is she acting as a character and including herself? She is always truthful, kind and beautiful? Does a thief deserve to be truthful, kind and beautiful?"

Luo Gang hid his face and sighed: "What evil have I done? It's a good filming, why does something happen every three days?"