While chatting like this, Fang Yuhao was searching randomly in the bookshelf, flipping through the past one after another. There was very little information about the Jiuzhou Realm, and even if there was, it was a secret language.

There are many books that tell the story of folk customs, some supernatural stories, methods to destroy supernatural things, and some books that tell the local slang and taboos.

“…The papermakers don’t prick things for three dead people!

One is a shrew. A woman is a shrew when she is alive and often entangled after death. Such people must hide before death and avoid after death.

The second type is a pregnant woman. One corpse and two lives are strong, and the evil spirit is strong. Not to mention the paper maker, even other businesses in the Liaoyin Gate will not dare to contact more.

The third type is a fellow man, which means he makes money like a papermaker…”

Seeing this, Fang Yuhao was shocked. Although it was broad daylight, reading the stories in it brought an inexplicable sense of invisibility.

This feeling is very strange to him.

Just as he turned the pages, he suddenly saw an old photo on a page of a book.

It was a photo of more than twenty people, divided into two rows, squatting in the front row and standing in the back row, with talented and beautiful women smiling at the camera.

At that time, I used a fool-style film camera, and the focus technology was not very good, and the overall resolution was not high. Moreover, the photos have been a long time and are slightly yellowed.

"In the spring of 1999, all members of the Wutong Association took a photo."

A few big words were written above the photo.

Every photo is a long-clogged password. As long as the time and place are in line with each other, no matter how long it is forgotten, it will be picked up again. Fang Yuhao thought carefully and thought that these should be the parties involved in the accident.

After a closer look, one of the men and one of them looked similar to Shi Dapeng.

"They are..." Fang Yuhao couldn't help but speak.

"It's my parents..."

Shi Dapeng stopped the smile on his face and turned his head away: "It has been cremated long ago. After taking this photo."

The sound is slightly dry.

Suddenly, the library was extremely quiet.

In the corner of the door, Old Man Li, who was dozing off, raised his head, sighed slightly, and looked at the vast sky. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as ravines.

"Sorry..." Fang Yuhao suddenly felt that he had asked the wrong question.

"It's nothing. I wasn't sensible at that time. I only recalled what they looked like in the photos."

Shi Dapeng turned his back to him, and there was no expression: "They died in that accident, but I didn't even know anything. No one was willing to tell me that every insider was keeping the secret..."

Fang Yuhao sighed and stopped talking.

Everyone has their own past.

Perhaps behind the optimism and cheerfulness, there are often the heaviest misfortunes.

Fang Yuhao suddenly felt that Shi Dapeng was actually quite brave.

His strange actions seemed to be able to understand them.

If he was him, he might stay away from these things, or he might be full of resentment towards his dead parents, instead of tirelessly searching for the final truth that his parents have not found.

Perhaps, he would also expect that the ideal world contains the true "law of eternal life" that can exist in the form of a simple soul.

"Maybe..."

After a while of silence, Fang Yuhao changed the subject: "What is this turtle in your hand for? It's quite spiritual."

"It, you have to call it grandpa, it's not a joke. It is the biggest property of Wutong. The reason why this learning was not swallowed up by the Institute of Spirit is not only the previous group of survivors, but also because of it!"

"It's that... dragon turtle!"

"Dragon Turtle?"

Fang Yuhao looked at the white turtle carefully and teased her.

It is not afraid of strangers, it is rushing to eat in a basin, and the blacks are shrunk and shrank, creating an inexplicable sense of vitality.

A turtle is a creature with a very cheap mouth. When it comes to anything, it wants to try to chew on it, whether it is vegetables or stones. It is amused by Shi Dapeng's fingers and keeps turning around.

After watching for a long time, Fang Yuhao did not find much strangeness.

In fact, it is just an ordinary tortoise, but genetic mutations cause the shell to be whitened. This tortoise can be seen in the flower and bird market, and is not rare.

However, in ancient times, the white turtle was regarded as the incarnation of gods, and its shells were usually used for divination. The Bagua diagram and the Tai Chi diagram were all related to the patterns on the white turtle.

"Do you think about it?"

"This is not that one...the one in the ideal world?" Fang Yuhao widened his eyes.

That dragon turtle is just an ordinary little grass tortoise in the real world?

"Yes, you guessed it right." Shi Dapeng smiled and said quietly: "As long as the turtle is full, it will sleep and build its own dream. In this way, we can take the opportunity to enter that idealistic world!"

"How could this happen?" Fang Yuhao's mouth opened and did not close for a long time.

"How did I know that it has been like this all the time, it has been decades. Ordinary turtles can't live for so long, and they die in thirty-four years, but they are old and do not die. Judging from this mental state, they should be able to live for a long time."

The turtle looked up and saw Fang Yuhao's teasing. He stretched out his head and took away the turtle food "absolutely", but he still didn't bite his fingers magically.

"It's a fun turtle."

The two waited for a long time. After the turtle was full, they finally started to sleep without moving.

"We are both talented people, and we don't need to use scientific instruments. You just need to sense this turtle with the sixth sense and you can enter that world. Let's take one step first!"

Shi Dapeng sat on a nearby sofa and closed his eyes quietly.

After a while, except for opening and closing the chest, I was still breathing continuously, and there was no movement or still.

Fang Yuhao was a little anxious...

He had no idea whether he was a talented person or how he should extend his sixth sense.

He scratched his head and ears and thought for a while, and could only try to activate his "spiritual communication".

"I don't know if it's OK to communicate with a turtle."

He stared at the turtle.

The turtle was sleeping, lazily lying in the sun, with legs stretched out outside, looking very comfortable.

After a while...

Fang Yuhao feels so stupid.

"No, really not." I don't know if it was because of the nervousness or the animals could not communicate, so he never felt successful.

He thought about it, returned to his consciousness space and clicked the button [Adventure in the Ideal World].

[With your current personal ability, you have a very high risk of death. Please be cautious when traveling into multiple worlds!]

This line of text suddenly popped up in the system: "Do you enter the journey of the ideal world? [Yes/No]"

Firming up, Fang Yuhao chose [Yes].

A virtual interface popped up instantly, with densely packed and a large amount of data arranged like a table.

It says the types, numbers of each world, and the fragments of your beliefs you need to work to enter.
Chapter completed!