Online Fortune Telling: Your Son Has Another Dad-Chapter 333 - 331: The Dream Messenger

"Old Daoist, since my father isn’t dead, how is he living now?"

"Even though he abandoned my mother and me back then, he is still my father..."

Young Friend Wei asked somewhat hesitantly.

Upon hearing this, Lu Heng replied unhurriedly: "Young Friend Wei, your father did elope with the widow from the neighboring village back then."

"So the rumors at the time weren’t false, but rather the truth."

"He and the widow moved to an unfamiliar city in the northwest."

"There, they started a new life, assuming new identities."

"Now, they have two children, a boy and a girl, living happily and well-off, with smart and filial children."

"So you don’t need to worry about your father’s future anymore, young friend!"

Listening to these words, Xiaowei’s mouth dropped open, unsure of what to say.

He initially thought that after his father left, his life might not be satisfactory.

It was very likely that he was deceived by the widow and ended up destitute, living like a beggar.

He had even decided that as long as the old Daoist provided his father’s whereabouts, he would go and bring his father back.

Although his father wronged him back then, he was still his blood-related father.

Given the current situation at his home, there wouldn’t be an issue of having one more mouth to feed.

But to his surprise, his father was living so well after leaving home!

Not only did he have a son and a daughter with the widow, but the family of four was living happily and prosperously...

Xiaowei realized he had misjudged.

"Sigh!"

He couldn’t help but sigh.

With his father having a complete family and living happily, how could he possibly contact him?

Wait!

If the person appearing in his dreams wasn’t his father, then who was sending him these prophetic messages?

They were frightening, nearly driving him to the brink of mental collapse in recent days!

With this thought, he hurriedly asked, "Old Daoist, since my father isn’t dead, who on earth has been giving me these dreams at night?"

"About the prophetic dreams, please bear with me a little longer, young friend!"

How would Lu Heng know who was sending Xiaowei these dreams? 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

He even suspected this might not actually be a prophetic dream.

But rather just a series of nightmares Xiaowei had while asleep.

"System!"

Lu Heng summoned the Celestial Destiny System once more.

"System, query the future information of this person!"

This time, his gaze turned towards Xiaowei.

He intended to check Xiaowei’s future to see if he could get any answers from it.

[System notice: Querying future information will require consuming three days of the host’s lifespan, do you wish to continue?]

"Yes!"

Upon confirming, the future that Xiaowei would face appeared before him instantly.

After reading through it, Lu Heng frowned once more.

The viewers seeing this began yet another round of barrage discussions.

"The Daoist is frowning again, what does this signify this time?"

"Can’t guess! Last time he frowned and then there was a twist, will there be another twist this time?"

"Impossible, right? What twist could there be now?"

"I figured it out! Maybe Fatty Brother wasn’t receiving prophetic dreams, just simple nightmares."

"That can’t be right; can someone really have nightmares for several nights in a row?"

"Why not? Sometimes I dream full seasons like continuous shows!"

"Wow, that’s impressive! First time hearing someone dream a full series!"

"Forget it, I’m done guessing, I’ll just wait for the old Daoist to reveal the truth."

"I think it’s likely just an ordinary nightmare, nothing special."

"The only person missing around Fatty Brother is his father. But since his father isn’t dead, who else could be sending these dreams?"

"Haha, I’ve got it! The one sending dreams to Fatty Brother is actually his father! As for the widow who eloped, she’s actually a demon in disguise!"

"That’s one wild imagination! (Utterly unique and remarkable!)"

"That associative ability is impressive! Just after the Daoist mentioned the Spiritual Qi Revival, you’re already applying it practically."

"See, he’s not the least bit troubled by it!"

Seeing Lu Heng’s frowning face, Xiaowei was filled with doubts.

He blinked a few times, still unable to figure out who would be sending him prophetic dreams.

After all, his father wasn’t dead, and other close relatives were all alive and well.

So who could strangely be granting him prophetic dreams?

Lu Heng glanced at the increasingly lively discussion in the barrage and softly spoke: "Young Friend Wei, the nightmares you’ve been experiencing lately could indeed be prophetic dreams."

"However, I don’t know the identity of the one sending them."

"So they really are prophetic dreams!"

Xiaowei nodded.

Looking at the barrage, he almost believed that the dreams he was having weren’t prophetic, just ordinary nightmares.

Lu Heng continued, "Although I couldn’t deduce the identity of the one sending the dreams."

"I did determine that the body is buried in front of the toilet of your old home in the countryside, young friend!"

"What..."

Upon hearing this, Xiaowei was momentarily stunned.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked in confusion, "Old Daoist, do you mean to say there’s a buried body in front of my old house’s toilet in the countryside?"

"And this person, unable to rest in peace, is giving me prophetic dreams?"

"Precisely!"

Lu Heng nodded slightly.

Honestly, even he wasn’t sure why there would be prophetic dreams.

There’s clearly no supernatural power in this world.

Yet, here he was, encountering these mysterious prophetic dreams twice.

The first was Qian receiving a prophetic dream from his cousin.

Wherein the cousin would tell Qian how cold and lonely he was while dreaming.

And now the second instance was right here.

The deceased buried near the toilet, through a metaphysical prophetic dream, would tell Xiaowei how cold and smelly it was.

For Qian’s prophetic dream, you could describe it as "day thoughts, night dreams."

But Xiaowei’s experience can’t be explained by this.

After all, Xiaowei had no connection with the deceased...

"Old Daoist, please wait a moment!"

With the definite answer, Xiaowei didn’t dare handle it alone and quickly ran out to find someone.

Meanwhile, the live stream chat began buzzing with discussions once more.

"It really was a prophetic dream!"

"Congratulations to the old Daoist for uncovering yet another long-buried murder case!"

"No wonder in Fatty Brother’s dream, the figure kept saying how cold and stinking it was; turns out it was buried near the toilet!"

"Who is the deceased? And who is the murderer?"

"Though the deceased isn’t Fatty Brother’s father, I still suspect the murderer is Fatty Brother’s mother!"

"I feel Fatty Brother’s mother is suspicious too, especially when Fatty Brother suggested rebuilding the old house—and she opposed."

"Her opposition might have been due to fear of the body’s discovery."

"Come on! Can you guys stop guessing wildly? Didn’t you learn your lesson from the earlier speculations?"

"It’s just guessing, what’s the harm?"

"If the murderer isn’t Fatty Brother’s mother, then who would hide the body near Fatty Brother’s old home after killing someone?"