ghost on paper

Chapter 213 Demons and Gods (Earth)
8 hours before the Golden Song Awards.

Xing Shuwen hurried to the Ambassador Hotel Kaohsiung.

The bald man under him and Fan Xuanxuan's manager had been waiting on the first floor. Seeing Xing Shuwen, the two of them seemed to have seen a savior, and said at the same time: "Master Xing, you are finally here..."

Xing Shuwen waved his hand to signal that he understood, so stop talking, and then asked, "How is Xuanxuan?"

The agent said: "I just took a bottle of sleeping pills, but I found out early. I asked a doctor to come to the hotel to induce vomiting, but I didn't send it to the hospital. I'm afraid it will cause trouble at this time."

Xing Shuwen listened to all this with a gloomy face, and then took the elevator to the presidential suite where Fan Xuanxuan lived. When he got to the door, his grim expression turned into a smile.

Entering the room, I saw Fan Xuanxuan lying on the bed, her face as pale as paper, thinking about her gorgeous appearance in the past, Xing Shuwen suddenly felt pain in his heart.

"Master Xing..." Fan Xuanxuan's voice was hoarse, and she couldn't continue after only two words.

Xing Shuwen thought that her voice was originally not good, and now she was going through life and death again. The only bit of blame turned into a heart of pity, and said softly: "Xuanxuan, how do you It’s so hard to think about it!”

"You still... blame me..." Fan Xuanxuan turned around, and weeping came.

Xing Shuwen was flustered, and was busy stroking Fan Xuanxuan's shoulders to comfort her. The relationship between the two has lasted for more than ten years. From Fan Xuanxuan's youthful youth to the singer's queen held in the hands of the world, they are said to be husband and wife It's okay, but Xing Shuwen's family has a regular wife, and her natal family is still very powerful, so she can't marry Fan Xuanxuan.

About half an hour later, Xing Shuwen left in a hurry again. The Golden Song Awards were coming soon. As the main sponsor of the Golden Song Awards and an important member of the organizing committee, he was busy with affairs and could not spend more time with Fan Xuanxuan.

After Xing Shuwen left, Fan Xuanxuan lifted the quilt and sat up immediately, and sat in front of the dressing table to wipe off the 'sick makeup' on her face. She had taken sleeping pills, but within the safe range, the doctor had visited. It's just a formality, and the reason is nothing more than the words "forced with death".

"Sister Xuan, you really have mastered Master Xing." The manager praised.

"Women, hang yourself, men, you can't stop it~" Fan Xuanxuan said, although her voice was hoarse, but her tone was triumphant, and she was very good at making up the words.

"Master Xing promised not to give Zhang Xingyun and Truman any awards, can he do it?" The manager was worried, "And it doesn't do us any good, why bother to offend people like this."

"No, hers. Yes, mine!" Fan Xuanxuan glanced at her manager, wondering if this guy is stupid. The two most important awards of the Golden Song Awards, Best Golden Melody Award and Best Chinese Female Singer, Fan Xuanxuan can take one, but Zhang Xingyun cannot give the other one. As for Truman, Mao doesn't even have one.

This is what Xing Shuwen agreed to in order to appease the 'suicide' Fan Xuanxuan. As for how Xing Shuwen can do it, it must be possible. Men control the world, and Fan Xuanxuan controls men.

After a while, Fan Xuanxuan simply put on makeup, put on her coat and sunglasses, and signaled her manager to go with her.

"Sister Xuan, where are you going?" the manager asked, and he was also worried, "Sister Xuan, you just told Mr. Xing that you were going to die, and then went shopping. Mr. Xing will be angry if he finds out."

"Stupid! I'll go, please God!" Fan Xuanxuan swung her bag and threw it on the manager.

……

There is a very efficacious temple in this city.

Believers from all over the world come to offer incense in an endless stream.

Fan Xuanxuan also had no choice, her voice was not getting better for a long time, and no doctor could find out the problem, but she just couldn't speak a complete sentence, let alone sing.

Is she still a singer without a voice?

Imagining that kind of future, Fan Xuanxuan is terrified.

Most of the anger towards Zhang Xingyun stems from the fear of Truman.

This beautiful big boy's phrase 'Because of profanity, you will lose the most precious thing', has been echoing in Fan Xuanxuan's ears, and it often comes back to her dream at midnight, even the source of her nightmare.

Fan Xuanxuan thought that she was probably bewitched.

If medical technology fails, all you can think of is to turn to gods and Buddhas for help.

In the temple, Fan Xuanxuan knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly. What she prayed was that all disasters would go away from her, and all evil spirits would be wiped out by light and justice.

After worshiping the gods, Fan Xuanxuan went to ask for a few lottery sticks, and then asked the goddess of the temple to release the lottery.

In the hearts of believers, both the temple and the sorceress are extremely spiritual, so the manager spent a lot of money to let the sorceress release Fan Xuanxuan's lottery first.

The sorceress with wrinkled face like dead tree bark was still blind. She fumbled for the lottery handed by Fan Xuanxuan, wriggling her withered lips, her mouth was toothless, and her words leaked out, but she was still more fluent than Fan Xuanxuan: "You three, It’s all about making a lottery. What you want is a career, and there are demons blocking your way, and your career is hindered. If you don’t understand, your career in this life will be over.”

"Master, save me!" Fan Xuanxuan felt that the sorceress was too clever.

"Here is this statue for you. Put it on the bedside. Kneel three times and kowtow nine times a day. After seven days, the evil spirit will leave you." The sorceress said.

A statue of Mazu sold Fan Xuanxuan for [-] yuan. Fan Xuanxuan thought it was not expensive, even very cheap. After returning the statue, she put it on the bedside, knelt on the bed and kowtowed to him three times, thinking that seven days would not be enough. It won't be long, when she is fully recovered, I must ask the sorceress to cure the evil Truman...

Click!

At this moment, a crisp voice sounded, and Fan Xuanxuan raised her head in astonishment, and saw that the god statue she had invited back was split from it, and the benevolent expression, because of this crack, looked extremely ferocious.

Fan Xuanxuan's expression was astonished, and her mentality collapsed in an instant. She only felt that it was dark at this moment.

At this moment, the surrounding environment is as terrible as hell.

Out of the window came the yelling of 'eat fish, eat fish'. It might be from fans of Truman. Just now Fan Xuanxuan noticed that many fans holding the sign of 'Truman' gathered at the entrance of the hotel.

"Eat fish, eat fish" is like a nightmare to Fan Xuanxuan. She will always remember that she lost her voice amidst the weird shouts at the recording site of Xingcheng Mango Channel.

'Because of profanity, you will lose the most precious thing'.

'Evil demons block the way, and the career is hindered'.

The voices of Truman and the sorceress were respectively recalled by Fan Xuanxuan at this moment. She waved her hands again and again, but she didn't know what to deny, but a great panic rose in her heart. At this moment, she suddenly realized that she was because of The curse of blasphemy, or you can get rid of it, you only need to piously admit your mistakes, kneel down and beg for forgiveness...

What she wants to kneel is not a god statue, but a demon that she has desecrated... No, a god...

These thoughts trapped Fan Xuanxuan like a cage. She resisted and screamed fiercely, until she felt that she was under control, and then she woke up suddenly, and found herself lying on the bed with her manager holding her down.

"Sister Xuan! Sister Xuan! Are you okay?!"

"I...it's okay...let go!" Fan Xuanxuan exclaimed in a hoarse voice.

The manager hurriedly let her go.

Fan Xuanxuan sat up in a daze, remembering something, and hurriedly looked at the statue beside the bed. Sure enough, the statue had been cracked. She was shocked to find that she was not dreaming.

(End of this chapter)