The next day, Fang Xiu had just gotten up and was walking down the stairs. He was yawning and wearing slippers, and he fell on the sofa on the first floor, when he suddenly heard a strange sound. "&*￥%@#" This incomprehensible language kept coming into Fang Xiu's ears. "?" "Is the TV on? Or a foreign channel? What kind of bird language 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 came from the utility room. More precisely, it came from the underground secret room. Fang Xiu pulled up the wooden door and pushed open the stone slab, and found that the lights below had been turned on. The lights were bright, illuminating the entire underground secret room and passage. Fang Xiu walked down the stairs with his back bent, and he could hear the sound getting louder and louder. This was a language that Fang Xiu could not understand very well. It didn't feel like English, French, German, or Japanese. It was a sound made by very strange syllables. Fang Xiu even felt that it was not a sound, but a syllable that was similar to being transmitted directly into the soul. Fang Xiu finally saw the thing that made the sound. It turned out to be the antique radio that Fang Xiu had placed on the coffee table last night. At this moment, it was held in the arms of a girl. She sat on the sofa like a puppet, listening to the radio quietly. Even when Fang Xiu came in, she didn't even look up at Fang Xiu. Fang Xiu knew that the other party would not disappear so easily, or in other words, as long as this underground secret room still had extraordinary items, the other party would not disappear so easily. However, Fang Xiu didn't know how long she could exist in this ghost state. Fang Xiu could see that her state was very unstable. She might disappear completely once she woke up. Maybe, in a sense, she shouldn't appear in this world. However, what Fang Xiu was concerned about at this moment was the radio she was holding in her hand: "Is this antique still usable?" Fang Xiu sat opposite her and asked, "Where did you find the battery?" Fang Xiu checked and found that the battery used in this antique radio was completely different from the current one. It was a very large one. Even if it was not broken, it would be difficult to find a battery that could support its use, right? However, the girl in front of him raised her hand and pointed at Fang Xiu's storage cabinet. Fang Xiu immediately saw that of the three extraordinary items placed in the top three grids, only two were left. The Fraud Clown Face and the Hand of Giant Strength were still there, but the Blood of the Deep Diver was gone. "What's the matter? Where did you take it? That thing is very dangerous. You can't touch the things I put here." Fang Xiu immediately frowned and said. The girl moved her body and opened the back cover of the antique radio in her hand. She immediately saw that the bottle of Deep Diver's Blood that Fang Xiu had previously had had been completely blown up. A weird and disgusting thing like a heart wrapped in glass fragments grew where the battery of the antique radio should have been placed. Fang Xiu also saw that a large amount of blood and flesh meridians spread towards the interior of the antique radio, occupying the entire antique radio. The interior of this radio looked like a terrifying radio made entirely of weird flesh and blood. And such a radio could actually receive broadcasts. What kind of broadcast was this? Fang Xiu suddenly felt that the radio channel received by this horror radio was also extremely strange. The sound was like a buzzing sound in his head, instead of being received through his ears. Female ghost, flesh radio, horror radio, and Fang Xiu was in a dark and strange basement. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been scared to death, but Fang Xiu felt it was okay. Fang Xiu watched the little ghost girl close the back cover, then hugged the antique radio, listening to the radio program with great interest, her head shaking as she went along, as if she was completely immersed in it. He asked curiously, "Can you understand this language?" The little ghost girl nodded, "Yeah!" Fang Xiu then asked, "Can you read it to me?" The little ghost girl hesitated for a moment and said, her voice was cold, as if she was reading, "Welcome to the Mermaid Voice Radio Channel of the Kou Tao Kingdom. It's time for the alchemy teaching column at 8 o'clock every morning." "I'm your friend, the murloc alchemist Horace. Today I'm going to popularize some basic alchemy for our murloc friends. What we should 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, which was created by the great..." "Now we have to know that alchemy originated from the..." Fang Xiu looked at the little ghost girl who read the radio in a serious manner, without any emotion. She read the content of the broadcast word by word, but it was clear enough. But the content of the broadcast she read out at this moment was completely inconsistent with her calm and indifferent expression. The more Fang Xiu listened, the wider his mouth opened. "What?" "Are you kidding me? Is this really the content of the broadcast you read? What kind of broadcast is this? Alchemy? The voice of the fishman? Meditation?" "Are you trying to tell me that this broken radio of yours is now receiving broadcast information from another world and time and space, and they are teaching the basics of alchemy through the broadcast?" The little ghost girl held her antique radio and didn't understand why Fang Xiu was so surprised, or she was too lazy to care. She closed her eyes and listened to her own broadcast at ease, even stopping the explanation. Although Fang Xiu's face was full of surprise and disbelief, he actually began 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 it into a monster flesh radio, becoming a strange and extraordinary object, which enables it to receive broadcasts and information from another world. Fang Xiu guessed that this so-called radio channel was probably the other world that the three monster killers came from, which was the so-called 12568 space-time. Fang Xiu listened carefully to the strange language again, but he couldn't understand it. This was a magical language from another world, but why couldn't he understand it, but this female ghost could understand it? Fang Xiu recalled his previous feeling: "This may be a special language that can only be understood by souls or spirits. It is not transmitted by sound, but by other means!" "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 he was angry that the little female ghost wasted his Deep Diver's Blood. Anyway, that thing was useless. Fang Xiu couldn't use it to turn himself into a monster, and it was irreversible. And sacrificing a bottle of Deep Diver's Blood can get a radio that can listen to the knowledge of the extraordinary system of another world. This is a big profit. Although Fang Xiu has several extraordinary items, he does not have any extraordinary powers. Extraordinary items will be used up one day, and only by mastering extraordinary powers and becoming stronger step by step can it be the most reliable. Although Fang Xiu does not know whether the extraordinary powers or magical alchemy in another world can be used in this world, he can always try and find a way. This is a major opportunity and breakthrough. Fang Xiu immediately said to the little ghost girl in a flattering way: "Hey, little ghost girl, don't listen alone, tell me!" The little ghost girl raised her eyes and glared at Fang Xiu. Her voice was a little childish, but dissatisfaction could be heard: "My name is Chen Jin!"