Chapter 52: Sleep Paralysis, Murder Debt of a Romantic Male Singer
The police station in the third district of western Beijing should be focusing on Yao Feng.
As for being on TV, it was beyond Meng Fuling's expectations. In the future, her metaphysics live broadcast might become the first one to be officially sponsored.
With her two living fathers backing her up, her live fortune-telling broadcast probably won't be blocked due to banned words.
Meng Fuling counted with her fingers and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips. Cause and effect turned around very quickly. She had indeed met a noble person.
"I had something to do yesterday, so I'm sending some treats to all my fans today."
When they heard about the benefits, everyone in the live broadcast room was excited.
As she spoke, she took out a yellow bag filled with drawn talismans.
As soon as the bag was opened, there were at least hundreds of them inside, which immediately caused everyone to exclaim in surprise.
These talismans were drawn with her blood and cinnabar, and were much better than the talismans she had drawn casually before.
It can protect the soul from being attacked by evil spirits and is definitely a top-grade product for warding off evil spirits.
"The Welfare Charm doesn't cost 1999 yuan, nor 999 yuan, but only 199 yuan a piece."
Meng Fuling’s price is indeed a fair one. After all, it is said that it is a benefit for fans.
The live broadcast room was boiling with excitement and everyone was raising their hands frantically.
[Master, I want to buy a talisman. I'm a long-time fan of yours.]
[A master's work is bound to be of the highest quality. I must obtain this talisman.]
[Oh my god, a talisman personally drawn by a master for 199 yuan is such a great price.]
[I raise my hands and feet and ask the master to name me. I must have one of these talismans.]
Seeing millions of people quarreling, there were simply not enough talismans to share.
After all, anyone can afford this price, the main reason is that there are too few things and you have to fight for it.
Meng Fuling looked at the bag and thought for a while: "How about this, let's decide by lottery."
This method is good. The lottery depends entirely on hand speed and luck, avoiding all kinds of troubles caused by unfairness.
She set up a lottery session in the live broadcast room and then clicked the time.
"Okay, the lottery will officially begin at 10 o'clock sharp, and the first 99 people can buy the talisman.
The fans below were all staring at the screen excitedly, and the kung fu talismans that showed the lottery blinking at the beginning were sold out almost in seconds.
Five million people are competing for 99 places. Needless to say, it requires not only luck but also surgery.
"These 99 fans will send me your mailing addresses privately later. I will mail it to you after payment."
In the end, some were happy and some were sad, and many people began to feel that it was unfair.
[I’m crying so hard, please don’t, my hands are almost cramping. Why didn’t I get it? ]
[Master, I'm begging for a talisman. Is anyone willing to give it to me? I'll pay a large sum of money.]
[I'm willing to pay 10,000 yuan for a talisman. Fans who get a talisman can contact me privately.]
[Luckily, I got the chance. Please give me the contact information above. I am willing to give up this opportunity.]
Meng Fuling looked at the private purchase and sale and said calmly, "Talismans cannot be transferred or given away."
"Every talisman I draw has its owner confirmed the moment you draw it. Even if you resell it, it will be useless."
The people who had just been asking for a huge sum of money to buy it were dumbfounded. No matter how much money you had, you couldn't buy it.
Watching the live broadcast room, there was a sigh. It turned out that the master did not leave any chance for cheating.
After distributing benefits, it’s time to start today’s fortune telling.
A netizen named Love Will Drift Far Away grabbed the first divination and was quickly connected.
At this time, a pale-faced man appeared in the live broadcast room. He looked less than 30 years old, handsome and very fashionable.
But the bruises under the corners of his eyes could not be covered up, and his shirt was messy and wrinkled.
His hair was wet as if he had just washed it, and he looked nervous and tired.
"Master!" He became excited when he saw the live broadcast was going through: "My name is Fang Yi."
His voice was trembling, and when he opened his mouth, bursts of white cold air came out, as if he was in an ice cellar.
His blood-red eyes looked around in fear: "Master, I seem to be haunted by a ghost!"
"Every night when I go to sleep I feel like someone is strangling me, as if I'm lying on an operating table being eaten by humans."
"I struggled to open my eyes and saw a knife slashing my neck. I wanted to scream for help but couldn't."
"A black shadow is over me, and it comes as soon as I close my eyes."
"I can't sleep at night now. Whenever I do, I feel like I'm being crushed by it."
Meng Fuling looked at the dark circles of death in the corners of her eyes. These dark circles were caused by being tortured by a sleepless night.
After a while, she said with a cold look, "Yes, this is sleep paralysis."
Sleep paralysis? Fang Yi felt like he had found a lifeline and practically knelt on the ground: "Master, please save my life."
'Brush, brush, brush!'
The carnival in the live broadcast room flashed wildly, and in the blink of an eye he had already brushed fifteen.
He is really generous, giving so many gifts in one go.
"That's enough!" Meng Fuling stopped him: "One is enough, no need for so many."
The fans were stunned by how generous this guy was, but someone recognized him immediately.
[Speaking of which, this guy looks familiar. Could you be Fang Yi from Lu Group Entertainment?]
[Isn't Fang Yi the Lu Group's most popular singer? He's the singer of the theme song for the TV series "National Beauty and Youth."]
[Oh my god, it really is him! I heard he's a playboy and has had scandals with many actresses.]
[He's been very popular recently and just won a major award at a domestic music festival last month.]
It turns out that he is a popular male singer in the entertainment industry. No wonder he is so generous and attends so many carnivals.
He is a person signed by Lujia Entertainment Company. He is really in this circle again and again.
Meng Fuling looked at his face and said in a low voice: "Fang Yi, you have been to places you shouldn't have been to recently."
Hearing her words, Fang Yi's face turned even paler but he immediately defended himself.
"I didn't. I went to the studio to record songs and then went home to rest. I didn't go anywhere I shouldn't have gone."
He is a celebrity, and if his corrupt private life is exposed again, his agency will terminate his contract.
Seeing his denial, Meng Fuling's eyes darkened: "If that's the case, then I can't save you!"
She never likes nonsense, so if he refuses to talk, let him die.
Seeing that she was about to go offline, Fang Yi finally admitted anxiously: "Master, I, I'll tell you!"
He hesitated for a long time, gnashing his teeth and said, "One week's money, I went to the Pure Color Club with my friends!"
"I just went out to have a few drinks, and when I came back drunk, I found myself being haunted by a ghost."
Pure Color Club is said to be the highest-level VIP club in the imperial capital.
Those who can enter are either rich or noble. Even ordinary rich people without membership are not qualified to enter.
As for what is going on inside this club, people outside have no idea.
Meng Fuling sneered, "You didn't just go to the club to drink, you also killed someone."
Fang Yi's face was filled with shock and hysteria: "No, no, I didn't kill anyone."
"Really?" Meng Fuling looked upwards. "It seems so... Then who is she?"
"Squeak, squeak!" Suddenly, the lights in the house creaked, and the air around them became extremely cold.
Fang Yi looked around and was so scared that he jumped up and his body began to shake.
The corners of his lips were trembling palely, and he looked towards the ceiling in fear.
In the video, a black shadow slowly pressed down towards him, making a shrill cry.
"No, don't come over here!" he screamed in shock.
Fang Yi was pressed down on the bed, as if something was strangling his throat and making it difficult for him to breathe.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he slowly reached out towards the screen.
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