Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Picking the radio up again, even the texture of the plastic casing felt different. Shang Muchen carefully held the radio and gently placed it on the tea table beside him, as if afraid that it would suddenly turn into an alien monster and jump up to bite him.

"Seniors, what's so good about this thing? Does it have any amazing uses?"

I remember Ma the Cripple telling me that it could receive alien channels and listen to alien programs. Is that true?

"I don't understand," said the old man with the gold teeth. "I've never seen a real Philosopher's Stone, and I don't know what magical uses it has."

However, at least one thing is certain: this cripple Ma is no ordinary person, at least he's not truly insane.

Fourth brother, have you ever seen Crippled Horse?

"I've seen him. He's just a very ordinary lunatic who always tells people he's seen aliens," Uncle Si said, shaking his head.

"Brother, it seems that this cripple Ma might actually have seen aliens."

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. In our line of work, it's best to keep a low profile. Better safe than sorry. Make a fortune quietly. Don't meddle in things you shouldn't!" Uncle Er interjected.

His words were probably meant for Shang Muchen, who understood the unspoken message and nodded in agreement.

After chatting for a while longer, the second uncle took his leave first, and the gathering ended.

Shang Muchen accompanied his fourth uncle to the entrance of the antique market. His fourth uncle said, "I'd like to browse around a bit more and find some interesting things. You can go back first."

"Yes."

"Xiao Chen, Ma the Cripple is really crazy, so stay away from him in the future," Fourth Uncle whispered. "Some waters are too deep, even I'm afraid of them, you'd better not get involved."

"Yes, I remember."

It was already dark when I got home.

There were always ghostly figures in the room, and Shang Muchen had gotten used to it.

Upon opening the door, Shang Muchen saw Wang Jianshe, his butt sticking out, rummaging through the shoe cabinet, groping for his head. Knowing how well he did it, Shang Muchen used a shoehorn to poke Wang Jianshe's head through the other side of the shoe cabinet.

"Ouch, you poked my nose!" Wang Jianshe complained.

"Sorry, it's dark, I can't see."

"Turn on the light."

"If I turn on the light, I'll see you, Uncle Wang."

"Oh, thank you, you're such a helpful comrade." Wang Jianshe dusted himself off and put his head back on.

"Uncle Wang, I've seen your grandson," Shang Muchen said as he took off his shoes.

"Grandson?" Wang Jianshe's voice trembled slightly. "Don't talk nonsense. My son is only in middle school. Where would I get a grandson?"

"His name is Wang Chuang. He's a nice guy, looks exactly like you, and is just as strong. He just graduated from university and works at Tengfei Electronics Company," Shang Muchen said to himself, arranging his shoes, changing into slippers.

"Uncle Wang, please close your eyes, I'm going to turn on the light."

"A college student... My grandson went to college?" Wang Jianshe was so excited that his entire ghostly figure trembled violently.

Snapped--

When the light was turned on, Wang Jianshe's ghostly figure disappeared under the light.

After spending time with him, I realized there was nothing to be afraid of. This Uncle Wang is truly a good person, it's just a pity he's trapped here.

Shang Muchen secretly resolved to help him escape this haunted house predicament sooner or later.

After taking off his coat, he walked through the amusement area outside the haunted house, went up to the second floor, and entered the study. Shang Muchen carefully placed the radio that Ma the Cripple had given him on the desk.

After thinking about it, I felt it wasn't safe, so I opened the glass door of the bookcase and placed it in the display area on the top shelf of the bookcase, along with a crystal ball, a white jade cabbage, and a colored glass bottle.

As soon as he put it down, Shang Muchen remembered that the gemstone radio would resonate with the jade. With so many crystals and white jade here, there was a risk of something going wrong. So he took it out again, placed it in the corner of the bookcase, and closed the glass cabinet door as if walking on thin ice.

Only now did Shang Muchen feel at ease.

Sigh, sometimes when you get a treasure, you're never at ease leaving it anywhere.

"Hey!"

Chicken suddenly darted out from behind the table.

Shang Muchen raised his leg and kicked it away.

Chicken Li Beng, with its head as big as a ball, slammed into the wall with a thud, then bounced back like a ball.

"Oh my goodness! What are you saying! You jumped out like a chicken, I didn't recognize you! You suddenly appeared out of nowhere, it startled me like a reflex..."

Shang Muchen feigned an apology to the chicken, wiping the dirt off its head.

"Hey! Boss, your legs are pretty nimble, you've practiced the Eighteen Styles of Tan Leg, haven't you?" Chicken Jump complained. "It's only because I'm so flexible! If it were anyone else, they'd be dead already!"

"Sorry! Hehe..."

Shang Muchen said this, but in his heart he cursed, "You bastard, if you suddenly appear and scare me like this again, I'll kick you!"

"You can't blame me!" Chicken pouted and said unhappily, "I have to increase the vibration frequency in order to be able to talk to you, and that takes time."

I'm not some kind of deity who can instantly switch forms and achieve a divine incarnation.

"Fine, you've got guts!" Shang Muchen strode downstairs, asking as he went, "What are you doing? What's up?"

"Boss, where did you put that antenna from yesterday?" Chicken Jump asked with a fawning expression.

"I don't know, I'll just throw it away as trash." Shang Muchen casually made up a story, too lazy to argue with a chicken.

"Don't mention the price!" Chicken jumped up and ran to the opposite side of Shang Muchen, then knelt down with a thud and bowed deeply in worship.

"Boss! Please! Find that antenna for me! With it, I might be able to contact our home planet and rescue them!"

"Hey, that's great! You move over and get promoted, giving me some peace and quiet. I couldn't be happier."

"That's right!" Chicken jumped on the ground, grabbing Shang Muchen's leg and pleading, "Where's the antenna?"

"I did throw it away." Shang Muchen spread his hands and said, "How about this, I promise you, if you really want it, I'll ask the old antenna maker to make you another one, isn't that enough?"

"Oh, boss! I'll never forget your immense kindness, I'll never forget it in my lifetime!"

Chicken jumped up repeatedly and prostrated itself on the ground. Shang Muchen ignored him and went downstairs.

When I got to the first floor, it was still early for bedtime. Bored, I threw a basketball for a while and then played a couple of rounds of billiards. Suddenly, my phone rang.

I picked up the phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

Answer or not?

Just as I was hesitating, the phone connected automatically.

"Hello! Hello! Can you hear me?"

A familiar voice came from the phone, but Shang Muchen didn't recognize it at first.

Who are you?

"I'm Ma the Cripple! Can you hear me?"

"Oh, Uncle Ma, you still remember my phone number?"

"I don't know," Ma the Cripple's voice came from the phone. "I didn't dial your number; I hacked into your electrical equipment through a projection of my consciousness."

"Huh?" Shang Muchen didn't understand at first.

"I've come to say goodbye. Thank you for placing the antenna in the right spot! The aliens have come to pick me up!"

"Huh? Aliens are here to pick you up?" Shang Muchen didn't know whether to laugh or take Ma the Cripple's words seriously.

"Yes, I'm leaving now. There will be other opportunities to meet in the future." The lame man's voice faded into the distance.

"Xiao Shang, I heard from aliens that you are exceptionally gifted and a rare genius in the world!"

I wasn't wrong about you. I knew you were an exceptional child, and I knew that you would be outstanding in the future...

Ma the Cripple's voice gradually faded away and could no longer be heard; the phone call was then disconnected.

Shang Muchen was completely bewildered. He shrugged speechlessly and said to the blank phone screen, "Thank you for your kindness. Farewell, Uncle Ma. Good night."