Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm-Chapter 591 - 373, Star Map

The sound of "knock knock" on the door startled Mr. Wen and his wife awake.

The wife saw her husband sitting right in front of her, initially surprised, then rushed over to tightly embrace him, crying with an outpouring of tears and snot.

Mr. Wen allowed his wife to hold him, entirely bewildered.

Hadn’t I already died?

He couldn’t help but think of the three ultimate questions of life.

Who am I?

Where did I come from?

Where am I going?

Mr. Wen held his sobbing wife with both hands, then turned to look out the window, seeing that it was still covered in a blanket of snow outside.

The sky remained overcast, with no spatial rift, or a dust storm blotting out the sky.

Only then did he realize that what he had just experienced was merely a fleeting dream.

Mr. Wen sighed in his heart, "This dream was so realistic."

His gaze became confused, inexplicably recalling an ancient poem from Great Xia — Zhuang Zhou’s morning dream, bewildered by the butterfly.

Was it Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

"Knock! Knock!"

The knocking on the door sounded again, louder this time.

Mr. Wen released his wife’s embrace and said softly, "We have visitors. Go wash your face, I’ll go open the door."

He already understood that the strange dream just now was definitely related to the visitor outside.

But the wife refused to let go, "I won’t go."

Mr. Wen was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Just then.

"Click!"

The door lock automatically opened.

A pleasant voice with a hint of laughter came from outside the door.

"Mr. Wen, here uninvited, I beg your pardon!"

The door was pushed open.

A wave of cold air immediately rushed in.

Several people in uniform entered one after another.

Mr. Wen knew that they must have very urgent matters, so he didn’t feel that this "breaking and entering" was inappropriate.

He patted his wife, whispering, "The guests are here, quickly go wash your face."

Only then did the wife reluctantly let go and leave.

Mr. Wen felt a little awkward, "Sorry, for keeping you waiting!"

A slender middle-aged man waved his hand, "No problem!"

He then introduced himself, "I’m the Deputy Administrative Officer of the Political Hall in Tianfu Province, Feng Yanchen."

To ordinary people, the second in command of a province is definitely a big deal.

Mr. Wen was surprised to hear this and quickly said, "Hello, Commander Feng!"

Feng Yanchen pointed to the young man beside him, smiling as he introduced, "This is Mr. Spirit Crows!" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Mr. Wen was shocked, "Ah?"

This senior researcher never expected Mr. Spirit Crows, one of the two pillars supporting Great Xia, to personally visit his home.

No wonder the deputy of the province accompanied him.

Yang Fan reached out a hand, "Mr. Wen, a pleasure to meet you!"

Currently, he appeared as the identity he previously displayed publicly — Zhang Jie.

Mr. Wen, trembling with fear and respect, shook Yang Fan’s hand, stammering, "Mr... Mr. Spirit Crows, it’s an honor to meet you."

Yang Fan laughed, "The dream realm you just experienced was a test I designed to select talent."

Mr. Wen’s face showed realization upon hearing the word "dream realm," "So that’s it!"

This senior researcher exclaimed, "Your methods are too impressive; even now, I feel like I’m still dreaming."

Jindu City, with a population of thirty million, was fully displayed in the dream realm. Such skills left him utterly amazed.

At this moment, Mr. Wen still had an illusion that the dream realm seemed to be the real world, while the present was the false dream.

Absolutely indescribable!

Yang Fan laughed again, "Actually, we met in the dream realm just now."

Mr. Wen was momentarily taken aback.

Yang Fan didn’t hold back the suspense, directly revealing the answer, "I was the air force pilot in the dream realm."

Mr. Wen suddenly understood, "No wonder I felt it was very easy to contact the air force."

Yang Fan then disclosed everything in detail, "In this selection, the country picked a total of three hundred sixty-three candidates based on my criteria, and you are one of them."

Mr. Wen was a bit surprised, "So many?"

This senior researcher wasn’t foolish. He knew that since Mr. Spirit Crows personally visited, it meant he was the final winner, which made him a bit delighted.

On the other hand, he felt a huge confusion. Why did Mr. Spirit Crows set up this test?

Yang Fan glanced at Mr. Wen and immediately understood his doubt.

He smiled and said, "The answer you want actually lies in the dream realm you experienced."

Mr. Wen hesitated for a moment and suddenly realized.

Could it be that amazing ability?

Yang Fan didn’t speak further nonsense, "I came over primarily to meet you; since I’ve seen you, I’m preparing to return to Mo Bei Province."

Yang Fan nodded toward Mr. Wen to show his courtesy, then suddenly dispersed into a flock of ghostly spirit crows, fluttering across the sky.

"Caw~ Caw~"

The sound of crows echoed.

Mr. Wen was startled, unconsciously stepping back a few steps with a bewildered expression.

Did the big boss just leave like that?

After a moment.

One of the ghostly spirit crows suddenly swooped toward Mr. Wen.

Its speed was so fast that Mr. Wen only had time to move his head before seeing the ghostly spirit crow rushing toward his forehead, causing him to reflexively close his eyes.

The next moment.

The ghostly spirit crow collided with his head and merged into it.

Mr. Wen, from an unusual perspective, "saw" Mr. Spirit Crows standing in a snowy field.

He also heard Mr. Spirit Crows’ voice, "When you find the answer, use this ability to shout a word to me from afar."