The recording time for the second episode was scheduled for three days later. During these three days, Fan Jialuo was always asleep in the bathtub, but he would wake up at midnight and feed a drop of black water to the small misty figure. After three drops of water, the mist had condensed into a weak and pale soul, with white skin, black eyes, and the same shining gaze as before.
During the day, he would obediently curl up into a ball and protect himself at the edge of his older brother's bathtub; at night, he would be cautious and careful, yet eagerly await the brief reunion at midnight. He especially liked the feeling of his older brother's clear voice resonating in the cramped bathroom, a joy that even his soul would resonate with.
On the evening of the third day, Fanggaro woke up early as he had to go to the TV station to record a program before 7 o'clock. After plugging in the charger, his phone finally powered on, displaying dozens of missed calls and over a hundred unread messages, most of which were from Zhao Wenyue.
Fanggaro was about to call back, but Zhao Wenyue burst in anxiously, sounding like a broken bellows, "Garo, what should I do? Can I ever escape Su Fengxi's control in my life? Tell me honestly, do I still have hope?"
"Hmm? Hold on," Fanggaro sensed something and kept the call on hold, then went to check the news page and saw that all the headlines were about Su Fengxi's new song. In just a few days, she had emerged from a desperate situation, announced her retirement from acting, and transitioned to become a singer. Her first song quickly topped the major music charts.
One music critic described her voice as "a chant from the deep sea, a song drifting in heaven, and a demonic sound from hell with the power to enthrall hearts! I love her, I am insanely in love with her!" Below this comment were hundreds of thousands of likes, and Su Fengxi's new song had almost captured everyone's ears. From a downfall to rising to fame again, the time she took was even shorter than Fanggaro's. She was a miracle in the entertainment industry. People on the internet said she was a talented singer seriously delayed by the performing arts industry, and if she had followed the path of a singer early on, she wouldn't have ended up in the current situation. Her fans would love her as they did life itself!
This statement was not an exaggeration at all, for when Su Fengxi's voice sounded, some people laughed, some cried, and some even fell into despair or madness. Her voice did indeed possess extraordinary allure, stirring up the deepest emotions in the listener, be it love or hate, sorrow or joy, all brewed into a wine in her voice, causing people to get drunk on it.
As Fanggaro read these news, Su Fengxi's voice echoed in the cramped space, like the low hum of a sea monster, and the whisper of a demon.
Xuyang, who was initially very happy about his older brother's early awakening, immediately covered his ears and showed a pained expression. The sound made him extremely uncomfortable.
Meanwhile, Zhao Wenyue, who was silently waiting for a response, suddenly let out a pained groan: "Garo, please turn off the music! I can't hold on much longer!" Since Su Fengxi's new song had become popular everywhere, Zhao Wenyue had once again fallen into hell. Even if he couldn't see her, just hearing her singing would remind him of every moment they had spent together, transforming those once humiliating memories into sweet and warm ones in her song.
Avoiding a person is simple, but avoiding a voice is difficult. The song was being played everywhere - online, in reality, in the streets, the mall, and even every passing car, creating a net that Zhao Wenyue couldn't escape. Just yesterday, if Zhao Guoan hadn't sent guards to intercept him in time, he would have already knocked on Su Fengxi's door, once again kneeling at her feet begging for mercy.
The influence of this song was compounded among men who had been captivated by Su Fengxi before. Before they were just infatuated with her, but now, they might even sacrifice their lives for her. Of course, ordinary people's love for this song would eventually turn into madness as time passed.
After such a disastrous defeat, Su Fengxi seemed to have taken an extreme path.
Zhao Wenyue, gasping for breath, asked, "Is she...?"
Fanggaro switched back to their call and calmly said, "Yes, her abilities have become even stronger."
Zhao Wenyue remained silent for tens of seconds before he spoke with difficulty, "Can you...?"
Fanggaro chuckled lightly and reassured, "Don't be afraid, things will be resolved. In this world, no power is unrestricted."
"Really?" Zhao Wenyue's trembling voice slowly calmed down. For some reason, as long as Fanggaro said it was okay, he felt that he could do it; as long as Fanggaro said not to be afraid, he truly wasn't afraid. Su Fengxi's voice had its magic, but Fanggaro's magic was no less than hers. He was more calm, serene, and composed. If Su Fengxi was the devil, then without a doubt, he was an angel, a shelter of salvation.
Zhao Wenyue eagerly said, "I heard that you're going to record a program tonight. How about I accompany you?" He just wanted to stay by Fanggaro's side and go nowhere else.
Fanggaro's gentle voice reassured him, "Sure, we'll meet at the TV station at half-past six."
"No, I will come to pick you up. I'm setting off now." As he said this, Zhao Wenyue had already driven his car towards the Moon Bay neighborhood.
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This sentence struck Chongming squarely in the heart, and his smile became even more radiant as he pointed to the dark staircase not far away and said, "Let's go chat there."
Zhao Wenyu stood up nervously, but was comforted by Fangaro's gently raised hand, "It's nothing major, I'll be back in a moment."
"Alright, I'll wait for you here," Zhao Wenyu said eagerly.
The two walked into the stairwell and stepped into the darkest corner. Chongming's eyes sparkled with red light in this darkness, like a crazy beast or a demon. He suddenly grabbed Fangaro's shoulder with spasmodic fingers, but he couldn't pull anything out of Fangaro's body. As if an overwhelming desolation from eternity, Fangaro turned his head and looked at him, speaking soundlessly, "Is this your ability?"
"What are you talking about?" Chongming attempted to retract his hand from Fangaro's shoulder, but the latter firmly held it back, and a force generated within him searched his blood and soul, rushing towards Fangaro's palm like all rivers and lakes ultimately flow into the vast ocean, an unstoppable natural force.
"You and I both understand what your ability is," Fangaro said, looking down at the ground, though there was nothing there.
Chongming followed his gaze, his eyes widening in astonishment. He seemed to understand something, and then began to struggle frantically. He writhed, howled, kicked, scratched, but it was all in vain. Once unrivaled, he was now as miserable as a worm pinned down by human fingertips.
Coincidentally, the door to the stairwell was pushed open, and a staff member urged, "There you are! It's almost 7 o'clock. The director wants you to hurry back to the studio."
The fierce suction disappeared, and Fangaro gently released Chongming's hand, smiling faintly in the darkness. "Okay, we'll be right there."
Chongming immediately took a few steps back, pushing past the staff member and the partially open door, running down the corridor. As the bright lights washed over his face, his eyes unexpectedly filled with tears, the joy of narrowly escaping prompting him to feel the urge to cry.
He collided with a crying girl, giving her a fierce stare and transferring something that he had been holding in his palm but couldn't release to Fangaro, into the girl's body.