high-dimensional shuttle

Chapter 88 [Adventure in the Ideal World]

While chatting like this, Fang Yuhao searched randomly in the bookshelf, flipping through one book after another.There is very little information about the Kyushu Realm, and even if there is, it is secret language.

There are many books about folk customs, some ghost stories, and methods to destroy ghosts, and some books about local slang and taboos.

"...the paper maker doesn't tie things for the three kinds of dead people!
One is a shrew.Women are aggressive in life, but entangled after death. This kind of person must hide before death, and must avoid after death.

The second is pregnant women.Pregnant women have one dead body and two lives, and the evil spirit is heavy.This kind of corpse, let alone a paper maker, even other genital-fishing businesses would not dare to touch it.

The third type is people of the same way, that is to say, those who make money like papermakers..."

Seeing this, Fang Yuhao was thrilled all over. Even though it was broad daylight, reading the stories in it brought an inexplicable sense of penetration.

This feeling was very strange to him.

Just turning the pages like this, he suddenly saw an old photo in a page.

It is a group photo of more than 20 people, divided into two rows, the front row is squatting, and the back row is standing. They all smile at the camera.

At that time, I used a point-and-shoot film camera, the focusing technology was not very good, and the overall resolution was not high.And the photos are old and slightly yellowed.

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

There are several large characters written on the top of the photo.

Every photo is a code that has been dusty for a long time. 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.

Taking a closer look, one of them, a man and a woman, look quite similar to Shi Dapeng.

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

"It's my parents..."

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

The voice is 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.

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

"It's nothing, I was not sensible at that time, and I only recalled what they looked like in the photos."

Shi Dapeng turned his back to him, unable to see any expression: "They died in that accident, but I didn't even know what the accident was. No one is willing to tell me, everyone who knows is keeping it secret..."

Fang Yuhao sighed and said no more.

Everyone has their own past.

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

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

His strange behavior seems to be understandable again.

If he were him, he might keep these things at a respectful distance, or he might be full of resentment towards his dead parents, instead of working tirelessly to find the ultimate truth that his parents failed to find.

Perhaps, he also expects that in the idealistic world, there is a real "law of eternal life", which can exist in the form of a pure soul.

"maybe……"

After a moment of silence, seeing that Shi Dapeng was not very interested, Fang Yuhao changed the subject: "What is the purpose of this turtle on your hand? It's quite spiritual."

"It, you have to call it Grandpa, it's not a joke. It is the biggest property of Wutong Society. The reason why this society has not been swallowed up by the Institute of Spiritual Research is not only because of the last batch of survivors, but also because of it!"

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

"Dragon turtle?"

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

It is not afraid of strangers, and it is crazily grabbing food in the basin. The crow's nipples open and shrink, and there is an inexplicable sense of vitality for no reason.

The tortoise is a creature with a very cheap mouth. It wants to take a bite of everything it encounters, whether it is vegetables or stones.It was amused by Shi Dapeng's fingers and kept spinning in circles.

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

In fact, it is just an ordinary tortoise, but the genetic mutation causes the shell to be albino.It is not uncommon to see this kind of tortoise in the flower and bird market.

But in ancient times, the white tortoise was regarded as the incarnation of the gods, and its carapace was usually used for divination.The Bagua diagram and Taiji diagram are somewhat related to the patterns on the white turtle.

"You think again?"

"This can't be that one...the one in the ideal world?" Fang Yuhao's eyes widened.

That dragon tortoise is just an ordinary little 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 create its own dreams. In this way, we can take the opportunity to enter the world of idealism!"

"How could this be?" Fang Yuhao opened his mouth, but didn't close it for a long time.

"How do I know? It has always been like this for decades. In fact, ordinary turtles can't live this long and will die in 34 years. However, it is old and not dead. Judging from this mental state, it should be able to live for a long time. .”

The tortoise looked up and saw Fang Yuhao's teasing, stretched its head, and took the tortoise food away with a "snack", miraculously, it didn't bite his finger.

"A very interesting turtle."

The two waited for a long time. After the turtle was full, he finally began to sleep and remained motionless.

"Both of us are gifted. You don't need to use scientific instruments. You only need to use your sixth sense to perceive this turtle, and you can enter that world. Let's go first!"

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

After a while, there was no movement other than the opening and closing of the chest and the constant breathing.

Fang Yuhao is slightly anxious...

He didn't know whether he was a gifted person at all, and he didn't know how to develop his sixth sense.

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

"I don't know if I can communicate with a turtle."

He stared at the turtle.

This tortoise is sleeping, lying lazily in the sun, with its legs stretched out, looking very comfortable.

After half an hour...

Fang Yuhao felt so stupid.

"No, really not." I don't know if it's because of nervousness, or because animals can't communicate, but he still doesn't feel that kind of success.

He thought for a while, then returned to his consciousness space, and clicked on the button of [Spiritual World Adventure].

[With your current personal ability, there is a very high risk of death. Please be careful when traveling into multiple worlds! 】

The system suddenly popped up this line of text: "Do you want to enter the world of idealism? [Yes/No]"

Bite the bullet, Fang Yuhao chose [Yes].

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

The type and number of each world are written on it, as well as the fragments of belief that you need to pay to be able to enter.

There are several specially marked worlds that I should have visited before.

(End of this chapter)