Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Ma the Cripple's words stunned Shang Muchen.

"Uncle Ma..."

For some reason, Shang Muchen felt an indescribable sense of familiarity with Ma the Cripple when he met him.

"Little Shang, what are you doing here? This isn't a place for you!" said Ma the Cripple in a friendly manner.

"Uncle Ma, where is this 'here' you're talking about?"

"Here it is!" Ma the Cripple said, scratching his ear with a puzzled expression. "How can I explain this to you?"

Um, ah, that...

In short, thank you for helping me install the antenna, I have successfully ascended here!

The problem is, I ascended through "legitimate channels," so my frequency matches perfectly here.

I can tell that you didn't ascend through the proper channels; you fell in by accident.

This means that when you come in, there is no frequency correction at all.

This will cause your frequency to be out of sync with this place, and then all sorts of problems will arise, such as…”

Ma the Cripple pointed to the paper in Shang Muchen's hand.

Shang Muchen grinned, then asked hesitantly, "Uncle Ma, do you know what's going on with me?"

"Of course I know, I'm an expert in this field!" said Ma the Cripple in a serious tone.

"However, half the time I can't explain your current situation to you in words because I'm at a loss for words. The human language you use doesn't have the right nouns or context to explain your current situation."

Anyway, I'll take you home first.

"We'll meet again sometime, and then we can talk in more detail."

"This is wonderful! Uncle Ma, you've saved me!"

"It wasn't me who saved you, it was you who saved yourself," Ma the Cripple said with a smile. "Little Shang, you need to understand this."

I was able to successfully transmit here because you successfully set up the transmission antenna for me.

If you hadn't helped me back then—of course, in the infinitely diverse universe, there must be one universe like that—then you would be trapped here, and you would be in real trouble.

However, since the infinitely diverse universes will eventually converge here, and now that I've entered, I will certainly save you.

Therefore, even if you do this good deed in only one plane of existence, you will benefit from it in the infinite multiverse...

Shang Muchen was completely baffled. He stopped Ma the Cripple, scratched his head, and said, "Uncle Ma, that's enough. Don't bother explaining. I really don't understand."

"No matter what, please save me, I beg you."

"Okay," said Ma the Cripple. "Come with me to my home, and I'll make you an antenna."

Shang Muchen rode his bicycle, following behind Ma Quezi's tricycle, through the streets and alleys, back to the Tengfei Electronics Company's residential compound.

Ma the Cripple parked his tricycle in front of his house, and Shang Muchen also stopped his vehicle and followed him into the building.

Shang Muchen scratched his head and asked hesitantly, "Uncle Ma, I remember, your house seemed to have caught fire..."

"Oh, that's in the original world. This is a mirror image, so it doesn't matter."

Shang Muchen didn't understand what Ma the Cripple meant, and didn't press him for details.

Back at Ma the Cripple's house, he rummaged through the collected trash and pulled out a pile of broken aluminum cans, muttering to himself as he picked them up: "Shang Muchen... hmm, this matches Shang Muchen's temperament well, this doesn't..."

Shang Muchen couldn't figure out Ma Quezi's standards either. Anyway, he found about ten aluminum cans, of all brands and colors.

To Shang Muchen, all the characters and patterns on the cans were just a mess, and even the cans themselves seemed to playfully change shape from time to time.

"Don't be surprised," Ma the Cripple explained as if he could read Shang Muchen's mind. "Your 'cognitive interface' is far from being up to par with this high-version 'world simulator' and needs an upgrade."

Of course, Hoffman also suggested that individuals with low cognition are more likely to survive than those with high cognition. However, for a species like ours, driven by desires...

Yes, right, you're essentially using a Windows 97 system to handle Windows 11 tasks, which is completely disconnected.

However, it's alright. The transmission antenna will be ready soon, and I'll send you back to you right away.

Upgrading is troublesome, but downgrading is easy...

Shang Muchen couldn't understand what Ma the Cripple was muttering at all, but seeing that Ma the Cripple was very confident, Shang Muchen had no choice but to try his luck.

Soon, Ma the Cripple made a simple cage with a lid using an aluminum can, wire, a pot lid, and a washing machine lifter.

"Stand in—oh no, too short, squat down instead!"

Ma the Cripple stuffed Shang Muchen into the cage and covered Shang Muchen's head with a pot lid.

"Alright, let's begin! Are you ready?"

"Ready! You may begin."

"Okay! Alright! That's all! Goodbye, see you again someday!"

After saying this, Ma the Cripple turned and left.

Shang Muchen squatted in the covered cage for half a day, exhausted and covered in sweat, but Ma the Cripple didn't make any noise.

"Uncle Ma! Uncle Ma... Uncle Ma?"

Shang Muchen shouted for a long time, but Ma the Cripple didn't respond.

"Uncle Ma! Has it started? I can't take it anymore, my legs are numb..."

Unable to squat any longer, Shang Muchen struggled to climb out of the cage, leaning against the wall and stretching his legs.

Suddenly, someone outside shouted into the house, "Who's there! Come out!"

Immediately afterwards, a police auxiliary officer walked in and called out to Shang Muchen:

"What are you doing? Who let you in? Get out here! This is a crime investigation scene, don't you understand?"

I'm talking to you! Move your legs!

"I can't move, I'm numb..." Shang Muchen pleaded in a tearful voice, "Brother, wait for me, the blood isn't flowing through."

The auxiliary police officer, looking displeased, approached and ordered, "Name! ID number!"

"Where's Uncle Ma?" Shang Muchen asked, puzzled. "You are...?"

"What Uncle Ma? Are you looking for Ma Housheng? He's missing. This is his house, and the police have sealed it off. Didn't you see how blackened the walls are?"

Shang Muchen was finally able to move his legs with difficulty. He took two steps and turned his head to see that there was indeed a huge burn mark on the wall of the outer room, which was in the shape of a horse.

Shang Muchen's heart skipped a beat, and he was shocked and pondered, "Could they have already returned?"

He quickly took out his phone, and sure enough, the words on the screen were now legible.

Looking at the time again, it was Tuesday noon. Just as he was checking the time, Li Weiqiang's phone rang suddenly:

"Xiao Shang! You've done a great job! I've applied for the annual 'Good Samaritan' award for you!"

Following that, Li Weiqiang explained with a hint of excitement the reason why Shang Muchen won the award.

Shang Muchen held up his phone and told the auxiliary police officer that he was on the phone with the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team.

The auxiliary police officer was a bit dumbfounded, not knowing what kind of connections Shang Muchen had, so he didn't dare to stop him and let him out.

Shang Muchen had already heard the same lines from the phone call once.

After Li Weiqiang finished speaking, Shang Muchen suddenly asked, "Uncle Li, how's the ouroboros graffiti at the small warehouse been dealt with?"

"Oh, right, it's strange, I just asked the workers, and they said the graffiti disappeared out of thin air."

The workers also asked me if we should still tear down the wall if the graffiti disappeared. I was just about to ask you the same thing.

Shang Muchen understood somewhat; he might have experienced time travel and returned to 12 hours earlier.

"Now that the graffiti is gone, let's not bother with it anymore. Please keep an eye out for it in the future, and if anything happens again, just let me know and I'll take care of it for you."

As soon as he uttered those generous and polite words, Shang Muchen regretted it a little.