super pocket watch

In the silent night, a railway track surrounded by desolate grass and desolate scenery is like a giant black snake, winding and clinging to the heavy earth.

Tang Bai's left hand was inserted into his trouser pocket, and his right hand gently swung the case of an ancient pocket watch, lifting the cover, then buckling it again, going back and forth. Xiaolong clung to Tang Bai's head in a sickly manner.

The dragon wings, which are as tough and dense as thin films, open listlessly, hanging down on the

On both sides of Tang Bai's head, the strong hind limbs occasionally bounced twice, pushing on Tang Bai's hair to adjust his body slightly, while the two small claws of the forelimbs firmly grasped the two hanging chins in front of Tang Bai's forehead.

Her hair was in a bun. A pair of golden pupils were half-open and half-closed, showing a bit of fatigue and sleepiness.

Tang Bai stood in front of a section of railway track, raised his head and glanced at the dark sky. He pulled it out of his left trouser pocket and handed it forward. His five naked fingers seemed to have directly penetrated into an unknown place.

Just like the space, it completely blended into the surrounding night and disappeared.

Xiaolong, who was caused by Tang Bai's head-raising movement to slide down, immediately woke up from his drowsy sleep. The eyes that were narrowed into a slit suddenly opened, revealing a pair of pure golden pupils in the eye sockets.

.Flapping the dragon's wings twice, and exerting force on all four limbs to stabilize his body, Xiaolong had

Some people whined dissatisfiedly, and the dragon's kiss opened wide against the starry night sky, and yawned. The body ran along Tang Bai's neck, like climbing a rock, and rushed into him from Tang Bai's head.

He grabbed Tang Bai's collar with his forelimbs, and his small body curled up on his chest and lay down again.

Tang Bai's disappearing left hand pulled back and pulled out a golden scepter directly from the void. The long strips hanging like tassels at the end of the scepter followed Tang Bai's movements, like beads.

The curtains jingled together, making a clear and distant sound.

A running train, like a train from another world, suddenly rushed out from the dark and cold night. First it was a locomotive, and then the smaller half of the running body, smashing the barrier of the night, towards Tang Bai

roaring from the direction. This scene was strange and silent, but it carried a shocking and dazzling impact.

Until the train's body suddenly stopped in front of Tang Bai, part of the snake-like body was still not revealed.

Click!

The door of the train suddenly opened, and the soft lights inside came out clearly, adding a bit of warmth to the lonely and cold night around him. Tang Bai took two steps forward and boarded the train.

The car door slammed shut behind Tang Bai. A soft female voice then sounded in the empty car: "Welcome, please select the currency you need to use to pay for this trip."

"Golden Scepter."

Tang Bai waved the scepter he carried in his left hand, causing the strips at the lower end of the scepter to hit each other and make a clanking sound.

"Using this currency, you will be able to enter the world related to this object."

"The golden scepter in your hand can allow you to enter the related world six times."

"Every time you use the golden scepter to enter a world, the next time you enter, you can choose to enter the world you have entered before, or you can choose to enter a new related world. If the world you enter using the golden scepter is different every time,

You can enter six different worlds that are tied to it."

"By using the golden scepter, you can enter a special room in the carriage."

The sound that rang out one after another made Tang Bai feel a little dazed. The scepter in his hand, when he answered aloud, a strip hanging down from the bottom of the stick disappeared in an instant. With the final words of the inexplicable female voice

, tightly closed, like a right side car wall sealed into a whole, suddenly there is a door-like object with a handle.

Tang Bai put away his pocket watch, stuffed it into his arms with one hand, and walked to the door that suddenly appeared. He put his free right hand on the door handle, twisted it, and pushed it open. This was the first time Tang Bai saw it.

The train would have an extra carriage. No matter how he fumbled and tried in the past, trying to find another carriage to enter the train, it was all in vain. It was impossible to say that Tang Bai was not curious at all.

The door was opened without any doubt, and the interior hidden by the door was revealed to Tang Bai for the first time.

There were no "surprises" as Tang Bai expected. The extra carriage that could be entered looked like an ordinary house. At best, it was a house with a special style.

The golden, tent-like dome is gorgeous and dazzling. In addition to a bed with a large bed curtain on one side, all kinds of furniture inlaid with gold and silver are also available. On the wall facing the door, there is a

A large bookcase filled with books.

This is a nomadic or Egyptian-style house seen in movies.

Tang Bai closed the door with his backhand. From the moment he stepped in, his eyes were not focused on the various luxurious and exquisite furnishings and ornaments in the room. These things that are enough to stir up the inner desires of most human beings have nothing to Tang Bai.

Meaning. His eyes were firmly attracted to the bookcase in the room from the beginning.

This is the first time Tang Bai has seen a large bookcase filled with all kinds of thick books in so long of "traveling". Tang Bai originally thought that apart from all kinds of luxurious furnishings and decorations, there would be no bookshelf here.

Any other excess items.

Tang Bai couldn't help but become deeply curious about the books placed in the bookcase.

Are the thick and heavy books placed above them just empty pieces of decoration? Or is there something else inside them? If there is content, what kind of content would it be?

Is the appearance of the bookcase by chance or a coincidence? Is it similar to Harry Potter's answer to requests, where you will see the books you want and get the location you need after entering, or is it that the books in the bookcase are fixed?

Doesn't it appear and change according to the wishes of the "passengers"?

Will these books contain historical information about pocket watches and trains?

Standing in front of the bookcase, Tang Bai took a deep breath, and after calming down his slightly restless mind, he reached out and handed it to the bookcase. The covers of the books placed on the bookcase were all clean and without any writing.

So Tang Bai didn't need to pick and choose from them.

It was only when Tang Bai handed over his hand that he was surprised to find that his hand could not touch the books placed in the bookcase. Those books were like the moon in the mirror, they could be seen but could not be retrieved.

To the point where it can't be touched.

projection?

Or something else?

The possibility of being used as a decoration is not high in Tang Bai's heart. Because as a display, these books can be completely stuffed into blanks and simply used for decoration. Since the bookcase appears for the first time, Tang Bai must think that it has

special meaning.

At the end of this journey and before arriving in the new world, Tang Bai felt that it was necessary to find out the strangeness of this world. Because he did not know whether he would use the golden scepter to enter next time or use other currencies to enter.

At that time, will there still be this bookcase that is incompatible with the surrounding furnishings?

Tang Bai moved his palms unwillingly and touched the books placed in the bookcase one by one.

After passing several shelves of bookcases, Tang Bai felt increasingly disappointed. His erratic fingertips suddenly encountered an entity. A three-finger-thick book, Tang Bai subconsciously pulled it out of the bookcase.

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Looking at the nameless book with a black leather cover on his palm, Tang Bai blinked sluggishly. God knew that his behavior just now was just a subconscious and unwilling behavior during thinking. Even he himself didn't have much expectations.

After gathering his thoughts, Tang Bai simply squatted down and sat on the soft and thick carpet at his feet. He crossed his legs and placed the book on his legs and feet. He couldn't wait to open the cover of the book and started reading.

Under the cover of the opened book page, there was a piece of withered yellow paper with a fold similar to that of crumpled parchment. It was written in a weird font that was completely different from the various words in Tang Bai's mind. It was messy.

There are a few lines of small characters written on it.

Tang Bai flipped his hand backwards and flipped through the pages again. He found that this time, he did not lift up the pages without any hindrance like he did at the beginning. The first page and the ones below seemed to be bonded into an inseparable whole.

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Could it be said that only after you understand one page can you proceed to the next page?

Tang Bai thought about it, and returned his eyes to the few lines of messy small words on the first page. He concentrated on them and watched them with concentration. While forcibly memorizing their shapes in his mind, he also substituted various kinds of characters based on their shapes.

In terms of deconstructing knowledge of morphological characters, we analyze and think about the meaning it represents.

Suddenly, under Tang Bai's careful gaze as he read through it and forced his memory, the lines of text seemed to come alive, turning into his most proficient words and language in Tang Bai's mind, and translated

The general meaning is understood. However, the translated text is scattered and incomplete, which makes people have the urge to scratch their heads.

"...Reading requires...the power of rules...time...the final destination..."

"The power of rules..."

Tang Bai murmured to himself and repeated. If the latter ones are too fragmentary and fragmented and cannot really be determined from them, then the previous translations can be more or less understood and determined. In Tang Bai

Want, the previous words mean 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 and confused was the power of rules that this book refers to. What kind of power is it? Is it his own imagination, the power of rules that constitutes the rules of the world, or is it referring to

other?

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