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Having good physical strength sounds... weird.

Xia Mingdong couldn't help taking a step back, coughing lightly, "Well, I'm seriously suggesting something, should we discuss how to deal with the things in the oil painting gallery later."

"There will be clues when the oil painting launches an attack. You are responsible for finding clues, and I am responsible for protecting you." Ning Ge said: "Take out the item dropped by 2B, it is a piece of armor."

Xia Mingdong looked at Ning Ge in surprise.

Ning Ge explained: "The attribute of the dagger."

Xia Mingdong immediately took out the piece of metal from 2B to have a look.

a piece of iron

Grade: B

How to use: Press the switch on the iron block to form a super large steel shield to resist frontal attacks

Precautions: The shield has durability, and when the durability is used up, it will "snap" and shatter at once, and it will not be guaranteed at night

Xia Mingdong glanced at the shield's durability: 83%

He was overjoyed, and said to Ning Ge: "Then you can also hide behind the shield."

Ning Ge shook his head, "No."

Xia Mingdong: "Why."

"If I hide too, the restless oil painting will lose its target, and the shield will not last long."

Xia Mingdong knew what Ning Ge meant.

He wanted to stand in front, to be the target of those restless collections, to be the target.

"This way you will be very dangerous..."

Ning Ge said lightly: "It's okay."

"It's not necessary, it's not worth it."

Xia Mingdong wanted to continue persuading, but heard Ning Ge firmly say: "It's worth it."

Ning Ge's gaze was extremely serious, and he suddenly couldn't persuade him anymore.

He put the perfect double and teleportation props on Ning Ge, and told him: "If there is danger, you must avoid it as soon as possible."

Ning Ge nodded.

Xia Mingdong: "There is a saying in human beings that if you keep the green hills, you are not afraid of no firewood. Living is everything."

"Ah."

After discussing, the four of Xia Mingdong pushed open the door of the oil painting gallery and walked in.

Maybe it was because of the riot in the antique museum, Cen Heng looked at these exquisite oil paintings, but felt that something was wrong.

Especially when he saw the close-ups of the painted portraits, he was startled, grabbed Xia Mingdong's arm and asked nervously, "Fourth, why do I feel that these people are so terrified?"

"It's good to be calm." Xia Mingdong said: "Anyway, early death and late death are death, why don't you find clues first, and carefully look at the place with 3."

Having said that, he had a vague feeling that they wouldn't see the clue until they got to the end of the paper clip.

If they don't go to the end, how can they be regarded as caged birds, trapped in the innermost part.

Sure enough, when they reached the last turn of the paper clip, the blackness on the walls slowly extended to the ceiling and the floor, and all the oil paintings began to agitate as if they were alive.

Cen Heng shuddered, subconsciously approaching Xia Mingdong and tightening his grip.

However, Xia Mingdong ruthlessly pushed him away immediately.

Cen Heng: "..."

Xia Mingdong stared closely at a certain oil painting, under which there was a huge sign - 3

It is a digital clue representing 3: oil painting "The Fortune Teller"

Xia Mingdong quickly memorized this oil painting in his mind.

When the black walls covered the ceiling and the floor, all the oil paintings rioted instantly.

Ning Ge directly hugged Xia Mingdong who was still standing in front of the oil painting, and put him in the corner, "Shield."

Xia Mingdong opened the steel shield and covered himself and Cen Heng.

The clue represented by 3 is the oil painting "The Fortune Teller", an oil painting by Michelangelo.

"The Fortune Teller", or "the fortuneteller" is a very interesting oil painting by Michelangelo.

in the picture...

"Fourth brother!" Cen Heng shouted suddenly: "Tuanzi is here!"

Xia Mingdong looked up, and saw that the oil painting had broken free, various attacks were coming towards them, and several familiar light groups were flying towards them from another corner.

The attacks of oil paintings have something to do with their own content. Mona Lisa’s smile becomes weird, and you can’t help but feel sluggish after just a few glances; oil paintings of landscapes will launch attacks according to their own state, and the grass in some landscapes turns into profit. Swords, and houses in some landscapes turned into boulders and pressed down.

Some characters in the oil painting came out of the painting and attacked Ning Ge and Ren Sheng with their respective spears, bows and arrows. Ning Ge blocked the attack with a space sword and shuttled among the oil painting characters, moving gracefully like the wind .

Perhaps because of the collection, Ning Ge did not use guns, but blocked the attack with a sword, surrounded by more than a dozen oil painters, and did not appear flustered at all.

The light group soon came to Xia Mingdong, but this time the light group's trajectory changed again, from the previous parabola to another line.

Xia Mingdong stared at the flight trajectory of one of the light clusters, and quickly calculated in his heart.

Five seconds later, he pounced towards a place, but he was one step too late. The ball of light fell down before him, and then jumped up again.

He pointed to the direction of eight o'clock and said to Cen Heng, "Three meters away."

Cen Heng rushed over immediately, and asked while rushing: "Fourth, what is the walking route this time?"

"A compass draws a semicircle."

As soon as Xia Mingdong finished speaking, Cen Heng grabbed the ball of light.

Cen Heng pulled the ball of light back into the shield, and Xia Mingdong also ran back immediately, during which Ning Ge also helped him block the damage a few times.

Inside the shield, Xia Mingdong directly pulled the wings of the light group, "Tell me, what is the problem this time?"

The light group fluttered twice, unable to break free, and asked the question angrily: "What is the difference between the antique "Zenghouyi Chime Bells" here and the real "Zenghouyi Chime Bells"?"

Xia Mingdong: "Hint?"

"No!" Guang Tuan said angrily, "The problem will become more difficult every time."

Zeng Houyi chime...

Xia Mingdong's mind quickly flashed the chime bell of Marquis Yi of Zeng in the antique museum.

The real chime bell of Marquis Yi of Zeng is hidden in a certain provincial museum.

There are two sets of imitations of Zenghouyi chime bells, which are hollow and specially used for playing.

The chimes themselves are the most numerous, best-preserved, most melodic, and most magnificent antique musical instruments ever found in the country.

The discovery of the Chime Bell by Marquis Yi of Zeng rewrote the history of music.

And what is the difference between the Zenghouyi chime bells here and the original Zenghouyi chime bells?

Xia Mingdong replied abruptly: "It's the material. The Zenghouyi chime bells here are mixed with stone materials, and the music they play is the music of the underworld. The original Zenghouyi chime bells are mainly made of bronze, and the music they play is several times better."

Guang Tuan: "...What hell, I really hate it, but no matter how much I hate you, you answered correctly, and I'm even angrier!"

A small ball fell from the light group, with 3 written on it.

Xia Mingdong immediately got the ball, and the oil painting gallery's attack stopped instantly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Cen Heng fell down and sat in the corner, muttering: "I'm so nervous, I'm afraid something will happen."

Xia Mingdong put away the steel shield with only 57% durability, and said speechlessly, "Why are you nervous?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to answer." Cen Heng said.

The blackness faded from the ceiling and the floor like the tide, Cen Heng got up from the floor and asked Xia Mingdong: "Fourth, what is the difference between Zeng Houyi's chime bells? Why didn't I understand?"

"Do you still remember the music of Zeng Hou Yi's chime?"

Cen Heng nodded, "I remember, it sounds nice, but it just sounds a little hairy."

"Because the chime bells of Marquis Yi of Zeng here have more stones added, and the sound is dull, that's why you feel that way." Xia Mingdong explained: "Most of the chimes of Marquis Yi of Zeng are made of bronze, and the sound is more ethereal and clear. It will make you feel more comfortable."

It was precisely when Xia Mingdong recalled the first instrumental sound of Zeng Houyi's chime that he heard here that he wanted to understand what was different.

That sound really makes people feel uncomfortable, saying that there is nothing wrong with the music of the underworld.

Xia Mingdong took out the healing tools and walked to Ning Ge's side. He originally wanted to heal the other party's injuries, but suddenly found that the other party had no injuries at all.

He smiled: "I found that you are really good at being handsome."

Ning Ge: "It's not a joke."

Xia Mingdong: ...?

Ren Sheng took away the healing tools and healed himself, as quietly as if he didn't exist.

Cen Heng said: "We should go out, isn't it good to stay here for a long time?"

"Let's go."

Xia Mingdong and the others walked out of the oil painting gallery and returned to the corridor. He was holding the small ball with 3 engraved on it, and took out another small ball for comparison.

The two balls engraved with 3 are exactly the same.

"I think these two clues should be read together." Xia Mingdong said, "Otherwise the hinted balls will not be exactly the same."

Cen Heng scratched his head: "What was the last clue and what did it mean, why did I forget it?"

"The Fortune Teller is the work of Michelangelo." Xia Mingdong said, "The painting is about a wandering gypsy maid reading the palm of a noble young man. The noble young man shows disdain, while the gypsy maid shows sincerity. And self-love, not half humble, a metaphor for a state of opposition, with the characteristics of direct aim painting."

"What?" Cen Heng was almost dumbfounded, "What are you talking about, fourth, why does it sound... so politically correct?"

This makes sense, and it sounds like another politically correct story.

"The Chief Trial Officer doesn't talk about political correctness." Ren Sheng, who had been paralyzed all the time, couldn't help complaining, "Think of something useful."

Cen Heng: "..."

"The ceiling has become lower." Ning Ge said suddenly.

Xia Mingdong's expression changed slightly, "How much lower has it become, and when did it start?"

Ning Ge: "It has become lower by three centimeters. It has been lower since it resisted the attack of the antique museum. The corridor I came to last time became lower by one centimeter. This time it is two centimeters and it is still falling."

Xia Mingdong looked not far away and showed no expression. He pointed at 659 on the background board and pointed his middle finger at the copy, "I know where the danger is."

Cen Heng: "Where?"

Xia Mingdong: "We have been standing in the corridor. The corridor will detect the existence of the tester, and think that the tester takes refuge here, and then oppresses our living environment. If the speed of the ceiling falls exponentially..."