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

Zhou Fumeng quickly adjusted her expression and asked with a smile: "Sister Shan, why are you here?"

The middle-aged woman she calls Sister Shan is her manager Wang Youshan. Wang Youshan has a very high status in the entertainment industry. She has not signed many stars, but everyone has become famous.

"Why can't I come?" Wang Youshan walked into the living room and glanced at Chu Yao's direction. Zhou Fumeng's heart suddenly rose to her throat.

Every time Wang Youshan comes to her house, she will sit on the sofa where Chu Yao is currently sitting.

But this time, Wang Youshan quickly looked away, as if she didn't notice that there was an extra person in Zhou Fumeng's house, and even moved to a different sofa to sit on.

She took out a few small bottles from her bag, put them on the coffee table, and said, "Aren't you always suffering from insomnia recently? I asked someone to go abroad to buy a soothing liquid for you. Drink one bottle every night before going to bed. Get back into shape as soon as possible. Next week you will be recording two variety shows and a new song MV. I don’t want to see you appear with two black circles under your eyes."

Zhou Fumeng picked up the calming liquid and saw the standard lavender ingredient on the package. She was so frightened that she almost threw it away, but she still said obediently: "Thank you, Sister Shan."

"Okay, I'm leaving first. Remember to drink the calming liquid." Wang Youshan picked up her bag and left in a hurry.

Zhou Fumeng asked with complicated emotions: "Lavender also appeared in my dream. Isn't it a coincidence?"

"It's not a coincidence. Lavender just proves that your second dream must be a 'precognitive dream.'" Chu Yao said calmly, "I checked your agent and found some interesting things."

She handed the phone to Zhou Fumeng, who froze in place after reading it.

Wang Youshan's ancestors turned out to be a well-known textile family in the south of the Yangtze River. The Wang family has a craft that is passed down from daughter to son. It can weave silk into light and translucent silk as thin as cicada wings. When worn on the body, it is delicate, cool and deep. Popular with ladies from aristocratic families.

Another unique feature of Wang's silk is that it is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and ordinary silk clothes are easily affected by moisture and turn yellow. However, Wang's silk has high moisture resistance and will not turn yellow even if it is not dried frequently.

However, in Wang Youshan's generation, the Wang family's craftsmanship was suddenly lost, and Wang Youshan also sold her family's textile factory and founded an entertainment company.

Zhou Fumeng didn't quite understand. Wang Youshan's experience seemed to correspond to her dream, but there were some differences.

If Wang Youshan was unable to spin because of love, but her little finger was intact, it was Zhou Fumeng who lost his little finger.

Chu Yao asked again: "Have you ever thought about why the first five 'Zhou Fumeng's' look exactly like you? There are many people who look alike in the world, but why can your agent find six that are almost identical?" ?”

Zhou Fumeng already had the answer to this question, "Wang Youshan's husband is the director of a private hospital, and he is very good at plastic surgery. Many artists in our company were not good-looking before their debut. After undergoing plastic surgery, , and immediately became a handsome man."

She added: "Of course, it's not me who says it looks good or bad, it's the company's judgment."

"No." Chu Yao chuckled and said, "Even if the face can be made exactly the same, there are some things that cannot be deceived, such as fingerprints."

Zhou Fumeng's face turned pale. Wang Youshan had repeatedly told her to keep her ID card well because Zhou Fumeng had lost her ID card once before.

To apply for a new ID card, you need to re-enter your fingerprints.

She quickly thought that Zhou Fumeng had taken the art exam, applied for a passport and visa, all of which required fingerprints.

"But, but, how can the fingerprints be exactly the same?" Zhou Fumeng asked stumblingly.

"For ordinary people, it should be difficult to keep other people's fingerprints on their fingers. But..." Chu Yao paused and said, "If you ask me to do this, I can I can think of a dozen ways and it will never be discovered.”

"Because you are a Feng Shui master?" Zhou Fumeng thought about it and said, "Wang Youshan is also a Feng Shui master?"

"She's not, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know a Feng Shui master." Chu Yao asked, "Have you heard of the story of painted skin, right?"

Zhou Fumeng nodded and said, "I've seen the movie. You mean, the Feng Shui master Wang Youshan knows can paint skin, so he can make people look exactly the same, even with the same fingerprints?"

She touched her face nervously, and felt a chill when she thought that her face might also have been painted.

"Don't worry, yours is not." Chu Yao said, pointing to the photo Zhou Fumeng took out, "The younger you are, the easier it is to see the differences. For example, this child has some loose skin on her forehead. They are slumped, so they wear hats or have bangs.”

Zhou Fumeng looked at the photo carefully. Because the skin did not fit the contours well, some problems could be seen.

After Chu Yao's reminder, she remembered another thing. In addition to fingerprints, each Zhou Fumeng's voice was slightly different. Some fans even discovered this.

But Wang Youshan said that the change in Zhou Fumeng's voice was due to a relatively long period of voice change.

She thought of her second dream, butterflies, lavender nectar, stolen wings...

The butterfly is herself, and the wings symbolize her appearance, so this bottle of soothing liquid is definitely not a simple thing.

She wanted to throw the calming liquid into the trash can in disgust, but Chu Yao stopped her.

"Why are you stopping me?" Zhou Fumeng asked in confusion.

"What do you think will happen after drinking this bottle of soothing liquid?" Chu Yao asked with a smile.

"I...I don't know." Zhou Fumeng said frankly. She just felt that the calming liquid was definitely not a good thing, so she wanted to throw it away.

"In your dream, the butterfly's wings were stolen after it had finished sucking the nectar. Therefore, every time before a new dream of Zhou Fumian appeared, Wang Youshan must have given you a drink of calming liquid." Chu Yao explained slowly, " I just mentioned the painted skin, but since she insists that you drink the calming liquid, it means that she did not draw your appearance out of thin air, but she must get something from you."

"How is that done?"

"I've checked. There are no ingredients in this bottle of calming liquid that are harmful to the human body. You can take a small sip and give it a try." Chu Yao said.

"Okay, okay." Zhou Fumeng unscrewed the bottle and dipped the tip of his tongue into the liquid, which was sweet with the fragrance of lavender flowers.

The next second, she felt a strong sense of sleepiness, and Chu Yao quickly clicked on her coffin, making her wake up again.

About half an hour later, Zhou Fumeng discovered that her left hand was gradually turning white, and the fingertips had wrinkles that looked like they had been soaked in water for a long time.

She couldn't hold back and wanted to tear off the dead skin on her fingertips, but unexpectedly, she peeled off the entire sloughed skin on her hand.