In the silence of the night, a railroad track covered with bleak grass and desolate scenery around it was like a black serpent, winding against the heavy earth.

Tang Bai's left hand was inserted in his trouser pocket, and his right hand gently shook the case of an old pocket watch, lifted the cover, and then buckled it back and forth. Xiaolong was a little sick and stuck to Tang Bai's head. The two thin dragon wings, listlessly opened, hung on both sides of Tang Bai's skull. The sturdy hind limbs occasionally flicked twice, kicking Tang Bai's hair to adjust his body slightly, and the two small claws of the forelimbs were holding the two locks of hair that fell from Tang Bai's forehead. A pair of golden eyes were half-open and half-closed, revealing a bit of tiredness and sleepiness.

Tang Bai stood still in front of a section of railroad tracks and glanced up at the dark sky. Pull it out of your left trouser pocket and hand it forward. The five ** fingers, as if they had directly penetrated into an unknown space, completely integrated with the surrounding night and disappeared.

The little dragon, who was made to slide down by Tang Bai's head-raising movement, immediately woke up from his groggy sleep. The slitted eyes snapped open, revealing a pair of pure golden eyes in their sockets. After flapping the dragon wings twice, and straining all four limbs together, stabilizing his body, the little dragon whined twice with some dissatisfaction, and the dragon kiss opened wide in the starry night, and yawned. The body ran along Tang Bai's neck, like rock climbing, from Tang Bai's head into his collar, his forelimbs grabbed Tang Bai's collar, and his pocket-sized body curled up on his chest and lay down again.

Tang Bai's disappeared left hand pulled back, and he directly pulled out a golden scepter from the void. The long strips at the end of the scepter that fell like spikes slammed together like bead curtains with Tang Bai's movements, and the sound was crisp and far-reaching.

A galloping one, like a train from another world, rushed out of the dark and cold night. First a locomotive, and then a small half of the galloping body, smashed the barrier of the night, and roared in the direction of Tang Bai. This scene is strange and silent, but it carries a shocking and dazzling impact,

Until the body of the train stopped abruptly in front of Tang Bai, there was still a part of the snake-like body that had not been revealed.

Click!

The door of the train popped open, and the soft light inside came out, adding a bit of warmth to the lonely and cold night around it. Tang Bai took two steps forward and boarded the train.

The car door slammed shut behind Tang Bai. A soft female voice then rang out in the empty carriage: "Welcome, please choose the currency you need to pay for this trip." ”

"The Golden Scepter."

Tang Bai waved the scepter he was carrying in his left hand, and the strips at the lower end of the scepter clanged against each other.

"With this currency, you will be able to enter the world associated with this thing."

"The golden scepter in your hand can give you access to the associated world six times."

"Every time you enter a world with the Golden Scepter, the next time you enter, you can choose to enter a world you have already entered before, or you can choose to enter a new associated world. If you use the Golden Scepter to enter a different world each time, you can enter six different worlds associated with it. ”

"With the use of the Golden Scepter, you can enter a special room in the carriage."

The sound that sounded one after another made Tang Bai a little in a trance. The scepter in his hand, when he replied loudly, a strip hanging from under the scepter had disappeared in an instant. With the final end of the inexplicable female voice, it was tightly closed, like a sealed right side of the car wall, and suddenly there was a door with a handle.

Tang Bai put away the pocket watch, stuffed one hand into his arms, walked to the door that suddenly appeared, and his free right hand put on the handle of the door, twisted, and then pushed it open. It was the first time Tang Bai had seen that the train would have an extra carriage. In the past, no matter how much he tried to find another carriage to enter the train, it was in vain. To say that Tang Bai is not a little curious, it is impossible.

The door was opened without any doubt, and the interior hidden by the door was also displayed in front of Tang Bai for the first time.

Without the "surprises" that Tang Bai expected, the extra carriage that could be entered seemed to be just an ordinary house. At best, a house with a special style.

Golden, tent-like cupola, ornate and glaring. In addition to a bed with a large curtain on one side, there is also all kinds of furniture inlaid with gold and silver, and there is a large bookcase filled with books on the wall facing the door.

It's a nomad-like house, or an Egyptian-style house seen in the movies.

Tang Bai closed the door with his backhand. From the moment he stepped in, his eyes were not fixed on the luxurious and delicate furnishings and ornaments in the room. These things that are enough to stir the hearts of most human beings are meaningless to Tang Bai. From the very beginning, his eyes were firmly attracted to the bookcase in the room.

This is the first time that Tang Bai has been "traveling" for so long, and he has seen a large bookcase full of all kinds of heavy books. Tang Bai originally thought that there would be no other superfluous items here except for all kinds of luxurious furnishings and decorations.

For the books placed in the bookcase, Tang Bai couldn't help but feel a strong curiosity.

Are the heavy books on them the blank spaces that decorate the surnames? Or is there something else going on in it? If there is content, what kind of content will it be?

Was the appearance of the bookcase an accident or a coincidence? Is it similar to Harry Potter's kind of responsive things, and after entering, you will see the books you want and get the space you need, or is it that the books in the bookcase are fixed and do not appear and change according to the wishes of the "passengers"?

Will these books contain information about the origins of pocket watches and trains?

Standing in front of the bookcase, Tang Bai took a deep breath, calmed down his slightly restless mind, and then reached out and handed it to the bookcase. The book covers on the bookcases were clean and clean, without any text. Therefore, Tang Bai does not need to do anything interesting and pick from it.

It was only when Tang Bai handed out his hand that he was surprised to find that his hand couldn't reach the books placed in the bookcase. Those books are like the moon in the mirror, you can see it, but you can't touch it.

Projection?

Or is it something else?

As a decoration, the possible surname is not high in Tang Bai's heart. Because of the decoration, these books can be completely stuffed into blank, purely decorative books. Since the bookcase has appeared for the first time now, it must have a special meaning in Tang Bai's mind.

At the end of this journey, in the short time before arriving in the new world, Tang Bai thought that it was very necessary to find out the strangeness of this. Because he didn't know if the next time he used the golden scepter to enter, or if some other currency entered, there would be this bookcase that didn't fit in with the surrounding style.

Tang Bai moved his palm without giving up, and touched the books placed in the bookcase one by one.

After passing through several layers of bookcases, Tang Bai, who was becoming more and more disappointed in his heart, suddenly touched an entity with his fluttering fingertips. A three-finger-thick book was subconsciously pulled out of the bookcase by Tang Bai.

Looking at the nameless book with a black cover on the palm of his hand, Tang Bai blinked a little sluggishly. God knows that his behavior just now was just a subconscious unwilling behavior between thoughts. Even he didn't expect much.

After reining in his thoughts, Tang Bai simply squatted down and sat on the soft and thick carpet under his feet, crossed his legs and feet, rested the book on his legs, and couldn't wait to open the cover of the page and flip through it.

Hidden by the open cover of the page, there was a withered yellow sheet of paper with a fold that resembled crumpled parchment, and a few lines of small characters were messily written on it in a strange font that was completely different from the various words in Tang Bai's mind.

Tang Bai's hand flipped back again, and he found that this time it was not as unhindered as it had begun. The first page and the ones below seem to bond together into an inseparable whole.

Does it mean that only when you understand one page can you move on to the next?

Tang Bai pondered, his eyes refocused on the messy small words on the first page, and he focused on it. While forcibly memorizing their forms in my mind, I also substituted the knowledge of deconstruction of various forms of words according to their forms, and analyzed and pondered the meaning it represented.

Suddenly, under Tang Bai's serious gaze and forcible memory, the lines of words, as if they had come to life, turned into the words and language he was most proficient in in Tang Bai's mind, and translated their approximate meaning. It's just that the translated text content is scattered and incomplete, which makes people have an urge to scratch their heads.

“…… Reading requires ...... The Power of Rules...... Time...... Final destination......"

"The Power of the Rules ......"

Tang Bai muttered a sentence to himself. If the latter ones are too fragmentary and scattered to really determine anything from them, then the previous translations can be more or less understood and determined. In Tang Bai's desire, the previous text means that if you want to read this book, or all the books in the bookcase in front of you, you need to use the power of rules.

What made Tang Bai scratch his head a little and inexplicable was what kind of power the rules referred to in this book were? Was it the power of the rules that he imagined himself to be the rules of the world, or was it something else?

"Rules are divine power!" (To be continued.) )