Just chatting like this, Fang Yuhao searched for it in the bookshelf, flipping through the past one book after another. There is very little information about the Kyushu border, and even if there is, it is a secret language.

There are many books about folk customs, some supernatural stories, and some methods of destroying the supernatural, and some books about local slang and taboos.

“…… The papermaker doesn't tie things to the three dead people!

One is shrew. Women splash before they are alive and are entangled after they die, this kind of person must hide before they die, and they must avoid after they die.

The second type is pregnant women. The pregnant woman has two corpses and two lives, and she is very angry. This kind of corpse, let alone a papermaker, even if it is other Yin Fishing business, he doesn't dare to touch it more.

The third type is the same kind of people, that is, the ...... who make the same money as the paper maker."

Seeing this, Fang Yuhao was full of excitement, although it was broad daylight, reading the story brought an inexplicable sense of infiltration.

It's a curious feeling for him.

Just turning the page, he suddenly saw an old photograph in the pages of a book.

It is a group photo of more than 20 people, divided into two rows, squatting in the front row, standing in the back row, talented and beautiful, smiling at the camera.

At that time, a point-and-shoot film camera was used, the focusing technology was not very good, and the overall resolution was not high. And the photo is so old that it's already slightly yellowed.

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

A few large letters are written above the photo.

Every photo is a dusty password, as long as the time and place match, no matter how long it has been forgotten, it will be picked up again. Fang Yuhao pondered carefully, these should be the parties involved in the accident.

Take a closer look, one of the men and one woman looks more similar to Shi Dapeng.

"They are ......," Fang Yuhao couldn't help but say loudly.

"It's my parents......"

Shi Dapeng stopped the smile on his face and turned his head away: "It has already been cremated, after taking this photo." ”

The voice was slightly dry.

There was a sudden silence in the library.

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.

"I'm sorry......" Fang Yuhao suddenly felt that he had asked the wrong question.

"It's nothing, I didn't understand it at the time, and I only remembered what they looked like in the photo."

Shi Dapeng turned his back to him and couldn't see any expression: "They died in that accident, but I don't even know what the accident was." No one wants to tell me that everyone in the know is keeping it a secret......"

Fang Yuhao sighed and said no more.

Everyone has their own past.

Perhaps behind the optimism and cheerfulness, there is often the heaviest misfortune.

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

He seemed to be able to understand what he was doing strangely.

If he were him, he might have stayed away from these things, or he might have been full of resentment towards his dead parents, rather than tirelessly searching for the ultimate truth that his parents had not been able to find.

Perhaps, he will also look forward to the fact that in the world of idealism, there is a real "law of eternal life" that can exist in the form of a simple soul.

"Perhaps......"

After being silent for a while, seeing that Shi Dapeng was not in high spirits, Fang Yuhao changed the topic: "What are you doing with this turtle in your hand, it is quite spiritual." ”

"It's, you have to call it grandpa, not kidding. It is the biggest asset of the Sycamore Society, and the reason why this society has not been swallowed by the Mind Research Institute is not only because of the survivors of the previous batch, but also because of it! ”

"It's the ...... Dragon tortoise! ”

"Dragon tortoise?"

Fang Yuhao looked at the white turtle carefully and teased.

It is not afraid of people, and is frantically grabbing food in the basin, shrinking one by one, and producing an inexplicable sense of vitality.

The turtle is a lowly creature with a very small mouth, and it wants to try to nibble on anything it encounters, whether it is vegetables or stones. It was amused by Shi Dapeng's fingers and kept spinning in circles.

After watching it for a long time, Fang Yuhao didn't find too many strange things.

In fact, it is just an ordinary grass turtle, but with a genetic mutation that causes the shell to be albioc. This grass turtle can be seen in the flower and bird market, which is not uncommon.

But in ancient times, the white turtle was regarded as the embodiment of the gods, and the carapace was often used for divination. The Bagua diagram and the Taiji diagram are all related to the patterns on the white turtle.

"Think again?"

"It can't be that one, is it...... The one in the world of idealism? Fang Yuhao's eyes widened.

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

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

"How so?" Fang Yuhao's mouth was open, and he didn't close it for a long time.

"How do I know, it's been like this for decades. In fact, the average turtle can't live so long, and it will die in thirty-four years, but it is old and not dead, and it should live for a long time depending on this mental state. ”

The turtle looked up and saw Fang Yuhao's teasing, stretched out his head, and took the turtle food away with a "sudden", and miraculously did not bite his finger.

"It's a fun turtle."

The two waited for a long time, and after the turtle had eaten enough, it finally began to sleep, motionless.

"We are both gifted, you don't need to use scientific instruments, you just need to sense this turtle with your sixth sense, and you can enter that world. Go first! ”

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

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

Fang Yuhao was slightly anxious......

He didn't know if he was a gifted or not, and he didn't know how to develop his sixth sense.

He scratched his head and thought about it for a while, and could only try to activate his "heart-to-heart communication".

"Communicate with a turtle, I don't know if it's okay."

He stared at the tortoise.

The turtle was sleeping, lazily lying in the sun, with its legs outstretched, looking very pleasant.

After a while......

Fang Yuhao felt so stupid.

"No, not really." I don't know if it's because of the nervousness, or if the animals can't communicate in the first place, he never has that feeling of success.

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

[With your current personal ability, there is an extremely high risk of death, please be cautious when traveling into multiple worlds!] 】

The system suddenly popped up this line of text: "Have you entered the journey of the world of idealism?" [Yes/No]"

Hard-headed, Fang Yuhao chose [yes].

A virtual interface popped up in an instant, and it was densely packed with a large amount of data arranged like a table.

Written on it are the types and numbers of each world, as well as the fragments of faith that you need to pay to enter.

There are a few specially marked worlds that should have been entered by oneself.