Dream Capture: I Can See Through All Secrets!

83: 83. Weird DreamsOn the way home, the three-wheeled vehicle sputtered along the road.

Lu Xiaoli suddenly asked, ”Son, that house on Banshan East Road you mentioned on the phone...”

”Oh, that’s just a place a friend lent me to stay,” Lu Feng said casually. ”I made a little money speculating on stocks in Jiangcheng.”

”How much is a little money?” Lu Zezhou glanced at his son through the rearview mirror.

”Enough to get by.”

Lu Feng smiled and changed the subject, ”By the way, has Big Uncle been here recently?”

At the mention of this, Lu Xiaoli’s expression immediately changed. ”You’re telling me! He suddenly showed up a few days ago, even brought a bunch of gifts. We didn’t want them, but he shamelessly left them there, sat for a bit, and then left.”

Lu Feng narrowed his eyes. Big Uncle Lu Hu had always been someone who wouldn’t lift a finger without profit; for him to suddenly be so kind, there had to be something wrong.

The three-wheeled vehicle bumped its way back to the old residential area.

Upon entering the house, Lu Feng noticed a peculiar bronze pixiu figurine displayed in the living room. Lu Feng had seen it before during video calls.

”He talked it up, saying it was blessed and could attract wealth,” Lu Zezhou, who was in the kitchen, poked his head out and explained.

Lu Feng chuckled, then picked it up to examine it. He shook it a few times and realized the weight was off; there seemed to be something inside, and there was a clear repair mark on the bottom.

”Something’s fishy!”

He found a tool and sat directly on the balcony, carefully prying open the base.

After some effort to open it, Lu Feng shook it, and a yellow talisman paper fell out, covered with illegible, crooked characters. At the same time, there was also an electronic device resembling an earpiece.

He didn’t understand what the yellow talisman was for, but could this small device be a listening device?

Lu Feng checked it on his phone, and it was indeed a bug. He frowned and sighed slightly. This person was truly troublesome. He had already decided to let him go, so why was he causing more trouble?

Is this a ’listening in’ drama?

”Son, dinner’s ready.”

”Coming, coming!”

Lu Feng discreetly put the items back and then got up to return.

He had no intention of telling his parents about this.

After lunch, Lu Feng lay on his bed, toying with the bronze pixiu. Finally, he closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the dream space.

He wanted to figure out Lu Hu’s thoughts. Soon, among a large expanse of bubbles, he found Big Uncle Lu Hu’s dream, a plain white dream.

Honestly, Lu Feng rarely viewed white dreams, because the higher the dream’s level, the more it tended towards memory and reality, while lower-level dreams, not being too important to the dream owner, were more likely to be mixed with fantasy elements and were very chaotic.

He reached out and tapped, and suction appeared. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a small rural courtyard.

It was dusk, and a Daoist priest in a yellow Daoist robe was setting up an altar and performing a ritual. His face was solemn, and his long, graying beard exuded an air of immortality.

”Bang!”

He slammed the table, deftly caught a flying peach wood sword, and shouted, ”Hold out your hand.”

Lu Feng’s mouth twitched. This scene, this atmosphere, was just like watching some supernatural movie. He hadn’t expected Lu Hu’s white dream to be so... bizarre.

Lu Hu piously extended his hand, and the old Daoist priest raised the peach wood sword and cut his finger. A drop of blood fell into the cinnabar dish in front of him.

The old Daoist quickly picked up a brush and rapidly drew a talisman on the yellow paper with the blood-mixed cinnabar, each stroke powerful and vigorous!

After a moment, he stopped writing. He waved his hand again, and a pixiu suddenly leaped out from the wide sleeve of his Daoist robe, flying in mid-air and roaring at the sky. The Daoist priest, undaunted, quickly formed hand seals, and a golden, radiant energy descended upon the ferocious pixiu.

”Evil beast! Quickly heed my command!”

”Roar!!!”

The pixiu roared, and winds surged all around.

But it only struggled for a moment before, under the old Daoist priest’s incantation, it transformed into a bronze pixiu statue, falling into his palm.

The old Daoist priest exhaled a turbid breath and handed the bronze pixiu to Lu Hu, saying, ”This treasure, which I consecrated and enchanted by expending my life’s energy, I’m selling to you for thirty thousand. You only need to place it in someone’s home, and all the wealth, luck, and official standing in that household will be devoured by the pixiu and continuously transmitted to you.”

Lu Hu held the bronze pixiu and laughed maniacally: ”Damn it, you asked me for a hundred thousand in debt, and you, little brat, got a million-dollar scholarship!! Damn! Why is your family’s luck starting to improve? You must have secretly absorbed mine... Yes... it must be like this. I want your family to return everything, principal and interest!!”

Lu Feng: ”...”

Although the white dream was a bit exaggerated, the general memory was understandable.

He really hadn’t expected that Big Uncle, who ran a food processing plant, would be such a superstitious person, actually trying to deal with him using such a ridiculous method?

As for the bug, he probably just wanted to see if his family had fallen on hard times.

Lu Feng’s thought moved, and he instantly dyed the white dream crimson, raising its level.

The next moment, Lu Hu, holding the pixiu, appeared inside a factory. A nauseating stench assaulted Lu Feng, almost making him gag.

In the dim workshop before him, the environment was extremely poor. Blood and grease accumulated on the floor, and chicken and duck carcasses were casually piled in corners.

Unprocessed duck intestines and internal organs lay on the ground, mixed with sewage. Workers in black rubber shoes trampled them carelessly, washing them with their feet, and many were even kicked into the drain.

A worker with a rough face was urinating into the drain, his urine mixing with blood and flowing into the sewer.

Lu Hu cursed, ”Damn it, hurry up and pick up those duck intestines, don’t waste them!”

The worker chuckled, ”It’s fine, boss. A quick rinse and they can be packaged. Anyway, with a ’no-wash’ label, no one will taste the difference. Oh, boss, this batch of frozen chicken wings has turned green...”

He pointed to the basket of pungent-smelling chicken wings in the corner.

Lu Hu waved his hand and said, ”Soak them in hydrogen peroxide, process them, and send them out quickly. Clear the space; another batch of goods is arriving tonight.”

Lu Feng admitted he was a bit stunned; it was his first time being shocked by such a filthy meat processing plant.

He took a deep breath and looked at the ”Huwei Food” sign hanging on the wall, along with the slogan beneath it: Strict Standards, Attention to Detail, Reliable Quality.

At this moment, he decided he couldn’t let his Big Uncle off so easily.

Since the other party wanted to play, then they would play big.

His lips curled into a smile, and he directly activated his ability: Dream Manipulation...