Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

"Miss Zhou, I am a serious Feng Shui master, do you understand?" Chu Yao emphasized the word "serious" in tone.

"I know." Zhou Fumeng nodded. She held her chin with one hand, looked at Chu Yao dreamingly, and said, "When Jiayue introduced you, she didn't say you were so good-looking. How strange that Mingxiu is not your brother. Well, why does he look so ordinary?"

Chu Yao was puzzled. The fifth brother's appearance was just mediocre, and there were no good-looking people in the world.

"Well, I don't mean that he is ordinary, um... just not outstandingly good-looking, you understand? There are many such people in the entertainment industry, so he is a bit tired of aesthetics." Zhou Fumeng sighed.

Chu Yao somewhat understood what she meant. In today's entertainment industry, people have a relatively single aesthetic towards celebrities, and Fifth Brother's appearance is indeed the one that is generally liked by the public.

However, for Zhou Fumeng, who has been in the entertainment industry all year round, this kind of appearance is commonplace, and she prefers diverse beauties.

"Miss Zhou, let's talk about business." Chu Yao suggested.

"Oh, yes, I forgot something important." Zhou Fumeng smiled sheepishly, "I have been dreaming about the same content every night. I have a special feeling that the dream seems to want to tell me What is it? I want to know, will what I dreamed about happen in reality? "

"Yes." Chu Yao replied without hesitation, "Dreams are not just a reflection of memories. Sometimes, they are also prophecies from the future. This kind of dream is usually called a 'precognitive dream'. But not everyone has it." With the ability to predict dreams, only people whose inspiration far exceeds that of ordinary people can have "predictive dreams."

"'Predictive dream'?" Zhou Fumeng repeated the word and asked, "How can I know whether my dream is a 'predictive dream'?"

"Recall the scene when you fell asleep last night and describe it in as much detail as possible," Chu Yao said.

Zhou Fumeng recalled, "Well... probably, I lay on my side on the bed, closed my eyes, and then started thinking about some things I needed to do recently, and gradually fell asleep."

"In your memories, are you from the first perspective or the third perspective? In other words, is the scene that appears in your mind what you saw when you were lying on your side, or is it your own image?" Chu Haruka asked.

"It's a third-person perspective. I can see myself lying on the bed. Although my face can't be seen clearly, the overall image can be seen." Zhou Fumeng replied without hesitation.

"This means that the dream you have is very likely to be a 'predictive dream'." Chu Yao explained, "'Predictive dreams' are closely related to people's physique. People usually only use their eyes to observe things. With the help of a mirror, if your memory of yourself is from a third-person perspective, it means you have a 'psychic' physique."

"Psychic?" Zhou Fumeng asked in surprise.

"Yes." Chu Yao said slowly, "'Psychic' people will have a special sense of what is going to happen. Most Feng Shui masters have this kind of physique. Through acquired training, they can even see the future directly. .”

"So, my dream is a prophecy? But... how is it possible? My dream has absolutely no connection with reality." Zhou Fumeng couldn't believe it.

"'Predictive dreams' may appear in many forms. They may not directly tell you what will happen in the future, but will have some metaphors." Chu Yao said with a smile, "Why don't you tell me first, what did you dream about?"

"I have two dreams every night. In my first dream, a very 'beautiful' man often appears." Zhou Fumeng recalled.

"Beautiful?" Chu Yao was slightly startled. Few people use the word beautiful to describe men.

"Yes, it is beauty. People often talk about handsome men and beautiful women, but beauty is different. Beauty is above all things, transcending gender, age, and even race." Zhou Fumeng said with certainty, "Only beauty that is stunning and earth-shattering can be beautiful. It can be called beautiful. Of course, in the past, I would have said he was the most beautiful, but not now."

"why?"

"Because the most beautiful person in my heart right now is you. He is a little inferior." Zhou Fumeng continued, "But I remember very clearly that he has no eyes. Not only is he blind, he doesn't even have eyeballs. If he In modern times, he must be a superstar that attracts everyone’s attention, but in his dreams he is just an ordinary person.”

In Zhou Fumeng's dream, there was a sparsely populated small village. The villagers were all blind people without eyeballs. They could not plant crops or raise livestock, and could only pick some wild fruits to eat.

I don't know when, but suddenly there was an ancestral hall in the village, but the one enshrined in it was not a god, but a giant spider.

The spider brought looms and silk to the villagers, taught them weaving techniques, and made the villagers rich, but it left a motto - only pure girls can weave gorgeous silks, and if they and men When you fall in love, all the silk becomes tangled.

The spider will punish you, the man will be eaten by the spider, and the woman will have her tail finger bitten off by the spider spirit.

It seems that women are luckier, but this is not the case. Women who have lost their little fingers can no longer weave silk. They are often kicked out of their homes and starve to death in the wilderness.

The beautiful man also fell in love with a girl, but he was only briefly indulged in the sweetness of love, and then he immediately woke up.

He didn't want to be eaten by the spider spirit, so he looked around for a way to survive. Finally, he met a crazy old beggar.

"I can protect you from being eaten by spiders, but I want to take away one of your things." The old beggar said with a smile.

The man agreed without thinking. As long as he could survive, he would lose anything.

The old beggar blew a stream of smoke at him, and when he woke up again, he felt strange all over his body. He touched his face with his hands, but did not touch his own skin.

Immediately, he discovered that all the skin on his body had been peeled off, but he didn't feel the slightest pain.

The man followed the old beggar's instructions and tortured his sweetheart until she was dying. Fearing her revenge, he cut out her heart with a knife.

"It sounds a bit like a combination of the dark version of The Little Mermaid and The Legend of White Snake." Chu Yao commented.

"When you put it like that, it does sound a bit like it. The problem is, in my dream, I am that resentful girl. Whenever I dream, I have to be beaten up and have to watch my heart being gouged out." Zhou Fumeng drank a sip. He took a gulp of ice water and said angrily.

Chu Yao gave her a sympathetic look. Having this dream every day was no less than going to hell.

"And, look -" Zhou Fumeng held the little finger of her left hand with her right hand, pulled it out gently, and the front prosthesis fell off.

Her little finger was only one-third of the size of a normal person, and the top was missing, as if it had been bitten off by a spider spirit in a dream.