Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Chen Ze's eyes were bright. He stared at the scattered letters on the table and paced for a few steps. He decided to speed up the process and meet Ji Lianyuan again!
But before meeting, he still needs to make some preparations.

While giving a blow to Zhang Houde who was about to wake up, Chen Ze dialed Wang Zhenguo's phone number.

"Hey!"

"Old Wang! I'm sending you money again, hahaha."

"Master Chen, God of Wealth, what else is there to do?"

Wang Zhenguo's voice sounded quite pleasant, and he obviously welcomed Chen Ze, a big customer.

But after a few minutes, his comfort turned into surprise and disbelief.

"Prison architectural design drawings?!"

"What are you doing again!"

"Damn it, why are you giving me such a big surprise after not seeing you for a few days?"

"Let me advise you, it's better not to step on some bottom lines, Jie."

"Don't think wrongly." Chen Ze pulled Wang Zhenguo back in time.
"I have a sense of propriety and will not mess around."

"Really?"

"real."

"I believe you! Do you want me to get the bank design drawings for you?"

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In short, with Chen Ze's guarantee, Wang Zhenguo reluctantly agreed to the matter and would help him find the layout of the prison where Ji Lianyuan was located.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ze packed up the table and the unconscious Zhang Houde into the back room, and began to bleed blood and make mud, practicing the self-made charms for the first time in a long time.

Different from the past, this time Chen Ze did not use Yuan Qi to lead, but separated more of the aftermath of his spiritual consciousness to seal it.

During the whole process, the [Lucid Dream] on the attribute panel shimmered faintly.

The next day, after Chen Ze settled Zhang Houde, he flew into the sky until he reached an altitude of [-] meters before flying to the prison where Ji Lianyuan was located to observe from a distance.

Although they were far apart, Chen Ze's naked eyes were enough as long as his field of vision was not directly blocked.

Before Wang Zhenguo's layout plan was sent, Chen Ze started observing by himself, trying to find Ji Lianyuan's figure in the open air area.

At the end of the day, there is no gain.

But Chen Ze was not discouraged and spent the next few days squatting over the prison to keep an eye on him.

With Wang Zhenguo's layout plan in place, Chen Ze had guidance and quickly found Ji Lianyuan, who came out to show off from time to time.

Although I don't know where his prison cell is exactly, it is enough to know the general direction.

In the evening, inside the prison.

Accompanied by the heavy sound of the iron gate, the prison door was closed and locked.

Ji Lianyuan seemed to be exhausted. He climbed directly up the ladder to his upper bunk. His head was covered with the blanket and he seemed about to fall asleep.

The inmates next to him had strange expressions on their faces when they saw this scene, and they whispered instructions from time to time.

Ever since Lao Ji came back from meeting his biological son a few days ago, he has been acting strangely and seems to like to be alone.

It's not to say that his temperament has changed drastically. He still talks when it's time to talk, but it always feels like it's perfunctory.

It seemed like they were just chatting to prove that they were fine.

But even though they saw it, the inmates had no intention of meddling in other people's business, and soon started bragging and spanking themselves.

In the quilt on the upper bunk, when he heard the inmates' discussions gradually returning to normal, Ji Lianyuan breathed a sigh of relief and quietly took out a thin piece of paper from the gap in the quilt cover.

It's not quite appropriate to say it's a piece of paper, but Ji Lianyuan couldn't match it up with anything he knew.

This thing is quite thin, has a cement-like gray-white color, is shaped like a round pancake, and has complicated and unclear lines on it.

Ji Lianyuan kneaded and kneaded, and the gray-white pancake could be folded and curled easily.

Because of this, after the meeting that day, he was able to hide the object in a secret place and bring it back.

But even though Ji Lianyuan would hide and study this thing whenever he had free time these days, he still couldn't figure out his son's intention of secretly giving it to him.

Is this some kind of rare object?
Ji Lianyuan pulled the corner of the quilt to cover herself while thinking wildly.

The lines on it always reminded him of the remnants of Qi refining skills passed down by his master back then, as well as the past grudges and grudges.

There was a trace of worry in his heart for no reason, worried that Zhang Houde would also be involved in that bizarre world that was far away from ordinary people.

As someone who has experienced this, Ji Lianyuan is well aware of the dangers involved, and he himself is the best example.

Probably not. Houde is a good boy and his grades are so good.
"what--"

Ji Lianyuan suddenly yawned.

Maybe it's because people are getting older and it's difficult to cope with it at this point.

As soon as this idea came up, Ji Lianyuan's eyelids closed heavily, and the two narrowed slits were no different from the surrounding wrinkles if one didn't look carefully.

But he didn't notice that the "gray-white pancake" he was holding tightly in his hand was emitting a soft shimmer from unknown time.

When Ji Lianyuan opened his eyes again, he was disturbed by bursts of noise.

He sat up in a daze, only to realize that he was the only one left in the prison cell.

"Ji Lianyuan!" A majestic shout came.

"Arrived!" Ji Lianyuan got excited and quickly got out of bed and stood at attention.

"Your son is here to see you."

"Son?" Ji Lianyuan seemed to think of it, and his face lit up with joy.

"Let's go."

"Report!" Ji Lianyuan did not follow immediately,
"I want to go to the toilet!"

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"Go."

So Ji Lianyuan walked out of the prison cell and was taken directly to the door of the family meeting room.

He subconsciously went to push the door open, only to realize that he was not wearing handcuffs.

squeak-

Inside the door was still the same lukewarm scene, with relatives meeting at several tables.

Ji Lianyuan immediately saw his biological son, Zhang Houde, in the corner, looking towards the door.

"Houde!" Ji Lianyuan quickly stepped forward, sat down at the table and held the other person's hand.

"Why are your hands so cold?!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his hands getting warm quickly.

"Dad!" Zhang Houde who was sitting opposite said,

"I'm here to see you again."

"Good boy." Ji Lianyuan held Zhang Houde's hand and said many words in a kind tone.

Until he suddenly touched something hard and looked down, it was a scar that had been scabbed for a long time.

"What are you?"

Ji Lianyuan had a bad premonition in his heart and rolled up the cuffs of Zhang Houde's long sleeves along the edge of the bowl. His eyes turned red on the spot.

Zhang Houde's arms are covered with scars, mostly old scars, and they are so skinny that the joints are so protruding that it hurts his hands.

"Who did this!" Ji Lianyuan shouted with anger, slapped the table and stood up.

"Dad!" Zhang Houde lowered his head and said sadly,
"The letters you received were all fake."

"I never wrote to you at all, because..."

Zhang Houde suddenly raised his head, revealing his unkempt and dirty face.
"I have always been a beggar in my hometown, begging for food."

Ji Lianyuan's breathing stopped for a moment.

A moment later, a roar made the entire room tremble, and the ceiling cracked, revealing the endless, chaotic void outside.

"Wang Lin!!!"

The hair that was no more than an inch long on Ji Lianyuan's scalp stood straight up, his eyes widened with anger, and the wrinkles on his face were almost stretched out, like an old lion that had lost its hair.

"How dare you lie to me!!!" Ji Lianyuan overturned the table, rushed forward and hugged Zhang Houde.

Zhang Houde's voice came from "Dad" in a low voice,
"Who is Wang Lin?" "Wang Lin is your Uncle Wang. No, you haven't seen him at all, right?" Ji Lianyuan seemed to react,

"Those letters and photos are all fake, fake, fake, fake."

"fake!"

"Damn!"

"I told him everything!"

"I even gave him the techniques passed down by Master!"

"He swore to me that he would take good care of you, he said, he said he would take good care of you."

"He said he would take good care of you for me after he gets out!"

"This beast!"

"How dare he lie to me!"

"Dad." Zhang Houde asked again,

"Is that Wang Lin your cellmate?"

"He was the one who shared a bunk bed with me." Ji Lianyuan suddenly loosened his grip and let go of Zhang Houde.

"I'm so fucking blind!"

"I believed this old bastard who gave birth to a son without an asshole!"

Before he finished speaking, Ji Lianyuan blew past like a gust of wind. With one hand, as fast as a thunderbolt, he grabbed the innocent passerby on the table next to him and held him in his arms.
"I want to see the leader!"

Ji Lianyuan's expression was already close to crazy, and he pinched the soft neck harder with his hands.

"let me out!"

"let me out!!"

"let me out!!!"

Ji Lianyuan yelled threats wildly, and suddenly felt the resistance in his hands loosen.

Looking back, I saw that what I was holding was a cotton pillow.

what?
Ji Lianyuan sat up suddenly from the bed. The old iron frame bed creaked loudly, attracting the attention of the other prisoners in the prison cell.

Ji Lianyuan looked around and looked at the time on the wall clock.

At this time, only 5 minutes had passed since he had just returned to the prison cell.

Suddenly Ji Lianyuan remembered something and quickly put his head back into bed, trying to find the "gray-white pancake".

But no matter how much he turned over and over, he couldn't find the thing. He could only gather some ashes-like dust in his palm.

After a while, even the ashes disappeared, leaving no trace.

Ji Lianyuan was stunned.

At this moment, near the prison building, in a surveillance blind spot on top of a building, a figure quietly disappeared into the night.

After achieving his goal, Chen Ze sharply raised the height, and at the same time let go and let the ashes in his palm dissipate in the wind.

He had just sneaked into the vicinity of the prison cell, remotely activated the alien spell in Ji Lianyuan's hand, pulled him into the dream, and then used the dream control ability brought by [lucid dreaming] to induce the other party to reveal clues.

Now, with the help of special spells, Chen Ze can invade other people's dreams and exert influence and control.

This is one of the gains he gained from his journey to the Glazed Realm of Nanhua Temple.

Although the dreams of ordinary people do not have any power to absorb, they are still quite clever and convenient to use in making jokes.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh-bang!

The sound barrier suddenly exploded.

Chen Ze increased his speed to above the speed of sound, and soon flew back to the small courtyard where he rented.

As soon as they landed, Zhang Houde was lured out of the back room by unconcealed movement.

Before he could speak, Zhang Houde's earnest eyes told Chen Ze what he wanted to ask.

"I've asked clearly." Chen Ze patted his shoulder and stepped aside.

"The person who sent the letter is a fake."

"Oh, by the way, do you know Wang Lin?"

"Wha, what?" Zhang Houde was a little confused.

"Wang Lin." Chen Ze repeated it eloquently.

Zhang Houde shook his head in denial.

"Forget it." Chen Ze stopped and asked him to write a letter or record a video and send it to the prison in two days to stabilize Ji Lianyuan.

As for Chen Ze, he focused all his attention on the person "Wang Lin".

This person is probably the "uncle" mentioned in the letter.

Putting aside the real and fake Zhang Houde issue for the time being, according to Ji Lianyuan, Wang Lin was also told the skills passed down by the mysterious master.

There is a high probability that it is the remnant of the qi technique, which is the target that Chen Ze traced all the way here.

Wang Lin and Chen Ze muttered this name and immediately called Wang Zhenguo.

a week later.

"Okay, I understand." Chen Ze put down his phone and began to carefully review the investigation information sent by Wang Zhenguo.

But soon, the expression on his face turned suspicious.

Wang Lin has a very simple name, King of Three Hengs, Shuangmu Lin.

But the person he represents doesn't seem to be that simple.

Putting away the information for the time being, Chen Ze picked out a photo and brought Zhang Houde over for identification.

"I've never seen this person before." Zhang Houde thought about it carefully but still found nothing.

"It's okay." Chen Ze reached out to take back the photo, but suddenly his expression changed and he asked with another photo.

"Look at this photo again."

"This." Zhang Houde took the photo with confusion on his face. Just as he was about to deny it, he suddenly saw the whole picture clearly.
"Ah!" Zhang Houde exclaimed,

"snake!"

The photo then slipped from his fingers, and Zhang Houde covered his head in pain.

Chen Ze casually diffused his consciousness to calm his emotions and waited quietly.

After a while, Zhang Houde came back to his senses, picked up the photo from the ground and affirmed,

"I don't remember the man, but I remember this snake."

"It seems, I seem to have seen it when I was very young."

"There are many, many, many such snakes next to my house."

The photo shows an elderly man with neatly combed black hair. He looks quite old but has a shiny face. He has a hawkish look on his face and is holding a beautiful venomous white-headed viper in his hand.

"Is it him? Is it him?" Zhang Houde still pressed his head with one hand and stared at Chen Ze with difficulty and asked,

"Is he the one who pretended to be me and wrote to my dad?"

Chen Ze remained silent for a while, shook his head slightly and said,

"It shouldn't be him."

"How is it possible!" Zhang Houde was a little unbelievable,

"Is this just that, that and that Wang Lin!"

"Didn't you ask me that before?!"

"The person who sent the letter kept sending it until the year before last, that is, 21 years." Chen Ze slowly took back the photo and explained in a deep voice.

"So?" Zhang Houde scratched his head irritably.

Perhaps it's because he inherited the Jilianlian gene, but his hair is also quite luxuriant.

"This is Wang Lin." Chen Ze stacked the photos together and placed them on the table until they were neat.

"It's already dead in 2017."

Hearing this, Zhang Houde held back his strength and pulled out a few strands of blood-stained hair, but he was as unresponsive as a stone sculpture, as if he had lost all his senses in an instant. (end of this chapter)