Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

When Shang Muchen saw the small hand with three slender fingers on his thigh, he jumped up in fright.

"Oh my god! There's a ghost!"

"Ghosts? Where are the ghosts?"

Shang Muchen turned his head and saw a gray-skinned little ghost standing by the bed. It was at most 1.2 meters tall, with a huge round head, thin neck, big belly, two thin arms and two thin legs. It was looking around, trying to find where the "ghost" was.

Shang Muchen was so frightened that he took several steps back to the wall. When he looked back, he realized that his body was still lying on the bed. He had "out-of-body experience" again.

Forget about whether it was an out-of-body experience or not, Shang Muchen asked the little ghost, "What kind of ghost are you?"

"Me?" the gray-skinned imp asked, pointing to his nose. "You're asking me?"

"How novel! Are there any other ghosts here?"

"I'm not a ghost, man! I'm an alien! An alien from Elgind!"

The gray-skinned little man spoke in a serious tone with a thick Beijing accent.

The gray-skinned little man's accent was quite funny, so Shang Muchen wasn't so scared anymore and asked, "Are you really an alien?"

"That's right!"

"Where...where are the aliens?"

"We are genuine Greys from the Reticulum constellation of the Zeta Reticulum, high-level UFO pilots."

If the UFO accident happens, I'll be devastated and ruined!

Your authorities were searching for me everywhere, and I accidentally ran into this house, but now I can't get out.

"Wow, are you really an alien?"

"Are there any serious ghosts who look like me?"

Shang Muchen frowned, looked the little gray man up and down, and couldn't help but click his tongue and nod, saying, "You do look quite like an alien."

"That's right!"

"Where did you learn that accent? I must say, it's surprisingly authentic."

"That's right! I went through a lot of trouble to learn your language."

I searched all over the house for listening and speaking materials, and hey, I found quite a few!

As he spoke, the little gray man casually pulled out two stacks of CDs.

Shang Muchen was dumbfounded when he saw the words on the CD: "Dude, so you learned Mandarin from this CD?"

"That's right!"

"Tch! No wonder!"

A stack of CDs was labeled: Guo Laogang's Crosstalk Collection;

Another stack of CDs was labeled: The Complete Storytelling of Wang Laobo.

So this little alien learned Mandarin from crosstalk and storytelling; no wonder he speaks with such a strong Beijing accent.

"Well, at least you can talk, that makes things easier. How should I address you?"

Shang Muchen tried his best to treat the little gray man as an ordinary person and attempted to chat with him.

"My name is Chicken Jump! What's your surname?"

"No, what's your name? Chicken Jump?"

"That's right!" the alien nodded smugly. "Isn't my Chinese name authentic?"

"Hey, okay, this is traditional Beijing cuisine."

"Absolutely! I've done the research, it's a genuine imperial dish!" said the little grey who calls himself "Chicken Jump." "The pronunciation of this name is closest to the pronunciation of my real name."

"You seem to know everything; it looks like you've listened to a lot of crosstalk and storytelling."

"That's right! I know all the lines by heart. How about we recite a section of 'Reciting the Menu'? My treat!"

"I'm not going!"

Shang Muchen almost laughed out of anger. What kind of mess is this?

On the first night in the haunted house, I met an alien ghost who called himself "Chicken Jump" and loved listening to crosstalk and storytelling. Who knows how much more excitement will follow?

Shang Muchen changed the subject and asked, "I'm curious about something, don't aliens reincarnate after they die?"

"I'm not dead, why would I be reincarnated?" Chicken Jump retorted.

"You're not dead? Why are you stuck in the house like a ghost?"

"I am the 'Now Becomeer'."

In terms you can understand, I was having an out-of-body experience, remotely controlling the flying saucer with my consciousness.

My physical body is currently lying in the planetary base located in the constellation Reticulum of the Zeta Reticulum system, waiting for me to return.

I am indeed in a spirit state, but I am not a dead ghost; the other three are the dead ghosts.

Besides, aren't you in a spirit state right now? What's with your surprise?

As he spoke, Shang Muchen, who was lying on the bed with his body bouncy and energetic, gestured with his lips.

"How can that be the same?"

"Of course they're the same."

Shang Muchen was too lazy to argue with Jili Beng, and asked him, "You said there are still three dead ghosts in the house? Where are they?"

"Come on, let me introduce you to them," Chicken Jump said. "These three bastards are quite different."

Two of them are more frequent, and they're easier to deal with.

The third one is extremely rare; even I sometimes don't see him.

"What do you mean by 'frequency'?" Shang Muchen asked, puzzled.

"Look at this, it's all high-tech!" Chicken Jump, hearing Shang Muchen's sincere request for guidance, immediately became smug and adopted a condescending, teacher-like demeanor as he explained.

"Reality is not a hard, solid rock."

Reality is like a big piece of cheese—it's elastic and it flows.

Everything in reality vibrates and has a frequency.

Look, your soul left your body. The principle is exactly the same as when I use my consciousness to remotely control a flying saucer. It's all about changing the frequency and getting off and on a vehicle called a 'body'.

Only those who resonate with each other can see one another; those with different frequencies will never meet.

In fact, humans and ghosts coexist everywhere in the world. The reason why people can't see ghosts is because ghosts are rare and the human eye's visual range is too narrow to see them.

"I'm different. Can you see my big eyes?" Chicken Jump pointed to his enormous, dark, alien-like eyes.

"My eyes can see a very wide range of frequencies, and I can see things that you cannot."

"Not bad." Shang Muchen nodded repeatedly, feeling that he had learned a lot.

As they chatted, Shang Muchen followed the chicken hopping along to the art studio at the far end of the second floor. Standing at the studio door, he tilted his head and quietly pointed inside:

"Let me first introduce you to the previous landlord, a mediocre painter who died without ever becoming famous, a miserable and unfortunate soul—Sa Sanqi."

Shang Muchen imitated the way a chicken hopped around, tilting his head to look into the art studio.

Under the moonlight, one could vaguely see a figure with long, flowing hair, facing a canvas, intently painting.

"When he's busy, let's ignore him so he doesn't get angry with us." Chicken hop waved and arranged for Shang Muchen to follow him downstairs to the fitness area on the first floor.

Looking at the pile of high-end fitness equipment in front of him, Shang Muchen thought to himself that Liu Qingyang would definitely like these.

Suddenly, a dumbbell flew into the air and landed on the ground beside him, startling Shang Muchen.

What's going on?

Upon closer inspection, a burly man with a strong build, wearing old-fashioned work clothes and rolled-up sleeves, comes into view. He is pushing the dumbbell rack with all his might.

"These junks are really in the way!" the big man complained. "You two, don't just stand there, come and help me out."

"The material coming into the workshop later will block the passageway!"

"Let me introduce you to our long-term resident, Comrade Wang Jianshe, an eighth-grade fitter who has received the title of Advanced Worker for four consecutive years." Chicken Jump said with a grin.

"Hey, who's this guy you brought here?" Wang Jianshe asked.

Shang Muchen took the initiative to introduce himself politely: "Uncle Wang, my name is Shang Muchen. I just moved in. I hope you will take good care of me in the future."

"It's not about taking care of others; it's all for the sake of national development, and we're all working together."

At your age, this is the time to build your career. Study hard, acquire scientific knowledge, and hone your skills so that when the country needs you, you can step up. Do you understand?

As he spoke, Wang Jianshe took off his head, shook it, and a lot of dust fell out before putting it back on.