The next day, Fang Xiu had just gotten up and walked down the stairs. He was yawning and wearing slippers, lying on the sofa on the first floor, but suddenly heard a strange sound.

"&*￥%@#" This incomprehensible language is constantly being introduced into Fang Xiu's ears.

"?"

"Is the TV turned on? Or a foreign channel? What kind of bird singing is this?"

Fang Xiu opened his eyes from the sofa and found that the TV was not on at all. He stood up following the sound, looked around, and immediately found that the sound was coming from the debris room.

To be more precise, it came from the underground secret room.

Fang Xiu pulled up the wooden door, pushed open the stone slab, and found that the lights below had turned on, and the lights were brightly illuminated the entire underground secret room and passage.

Fang Xiu bent down the stairs and could hear the sound becoming louder and louder. This is a language that Fang Xiu couldn't understand. It didn't feel like English, nor did it look like French, German, or Japanese. It was a very strange sound made by syllables. Fang Xiu even felt that it made not sounds, but a syllable similar to that transmitted directly into the soul.

Fang Xiu finally saw the sound, which turned out to be the antique radio that Fang Xiu placed on the coffee table last night.

At this moment, it was held in her arms by a girl. She sat on the single seat of the sofa like a puppet, listening quietly to the radio. Even Fang Xiu came in, she didn't look up at Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu knew that the other party would not dissipate so easily, or that as long as the underground secret room still had extraordinary items, the other party would not disappear so easily. However, Fang Xiu didn't know how long her ghost state could exist?

Fang Xiu could see that her condition was very unstable, or she disappeared completely once she woke up. Maybe, in a sense, she shouldn't have appeared in this world.

However, what Fang Xiu is concerned about at this moment is the radio she held in her hand: "Can this old antique still work?"

Fang Xiu sat opposite her and asked, "Where did you find the battery?"

Fang Xiu checked and found that the battery used by this antique radio is completely different from the ones now. It is a very large type. Even if it is not broken, it is difficult to find a battery that can support it, right?

However, the girl in front of her raised her hand and pointed to Fang Xiu's storage cabinet. Fang Xiu immediately saw that there were only two of the three extraordinary items placed in the three lattices on the top.

The face of the fraud clown and the hand of the giant force are still there, but the blood of the diving man is gone.

"What's going on? Where did you take it? That thing is very dangerous. You can't move the things I put here." Fang Xiu immediately frowned and said.

The girl moved her body, opened the back cover of the antique radio in her hand, and immediately saw that the bottle of the Deep Diver's Blood that Fang Xiu had previously been completely burst. A strange and disgusting thing like a heart wrapped in glass fragments and grew in the position where the antique radio should have placed the battery.

Fang Xiu also saw that a large number of flesh and blood meridians spread towards the interior of the antique radio, occupying the entire antique radio.

The inside of this radio looks like a horror radio composed entirely of weird flesh and blood.

And such a radio can actually receive the radio. What kind of radio is this? Fang Xiu suddenly felt that the radio channel received by this horror radio was extremely strange. The sound was like a buzzing buzzing inside his skull, rather than being received through his ears.

Female ghost, flesh and blood radio, terrifying radio, and Fang Xiu is in the dark and weird basement. If it were ordinary people, they would have been scared long ago, but Fang Xiu felt it was okay.

Fang Xiu watched the little girl turn off the back cover, then held the antique radio, listening to the radio program with great enthusiasm, and his head shaking, as if he was addicted to it. He asked curiously: "Can you understand this language?"

The little girl nodded: "Yes!"

Fang Xiu continued to ask, "Can you read it to me?"

The little girl ghost said after hesitating for a moment, her voice was cold, as if she was reading: "Welcome to listen to the radio channel of the Mermaids in the Kingdom of Kou Tao, and it is the alchemy teaching column at 8 o'clock every morning."

"I am your friend, the alchemist Horace of the fish man. What we have popularized today for our fish man friends is about the use of some basic alchemy and what should we pay attention to when drawing basic alchemy formations. Then at the end, I will teach you a simplest meditation method, the dream crystal meditation method, from the great..."

"Now we need to know that alchemy originated from…"

Fang Xiu looked at the little girl who had no feelings for the reader to broadcast. She read the contents of the radio word by word, but it was clear enough.

But the broadcast content she read at this moment was completely inconsistent with her calm and indifferent expression. The more Fang Xiu heard, the bigger his mouth opened?

"What?"

"You're not kidding me, right? Is this really the radio content you read? What kind of hell is this radio? Alchemy? The Voice of the Fishman? Meditation?"

"You want to tell me that this is your broken radio, now receiving broadcast information from another world and space-time, and then they are teaching alchemy through radio?"

The little girl held her antique radio, not understanding why Fang Xiu was so surprised, or she was too lazy to pay attention to it, closed her eyes and listened to her radio with peace of mind, and even stopped commenting.

Although Fang Xiu's face was full of surprise and disbelief, he had actually begun to believe it in his heart.

After the fusion of this antique radio and the blood of the Deep Diver, some strange changes may have occurred, turning into a monster flesh and blood radio, becoming a strange and extraordinary item, which allows it to accept broadcasts and information from another world.

Fang Xiu guessed that the so-called broadcast channel is probably the other world where the three monster killers came from, which is the so-called 12568 time and space.

Fang Xiu listened carefully to the weird language again, but he couldn't understand it. This was a magical language from another world, but why can't he understand it? This female ghost can understand it?

Fang Xiu recalled his previous feeling: "This may be a special language that can only be understood by the soul or spirit body. It is not based on sound transmission, but other methods!"

"This may be an opportunity for me to truly contact and master extraordinary power!" Fang Xiu's eyes lit up.

Fang Xiu suddenly forgot that the little girl ghost wasted his blood of the Deep Diver just now. Anyway, that thing was useless. Fang Xiu could not use it, turning himself into a monster, or the irreversible kind.

If you sacrifice a bottle of deep diving blood, you can get a radio that can listen to the knowledge of the extraordinary system of another world, which is a huge profit.

Although Fang Xiu has several extraordinary items, he does not have any extraordinary power. One day when the extraordinary items are exhausted, and only if he masters the extraordinary power and becomes stronger step by step is the most reliable one.

Although Fang Xiu didn't know whether the extraordinary power or magical alchemy of another world could be used in this world, he could always try it and find a way. This is a major opportunity and breakthrough.

Fang Xiu immediately flattered and said to the little girl ghost: "Hey, little girl ghost, don't listen alone, tell me!"
Chapter completed!