Global Trial

Cen Heng immediately asked: "Where is it?"

Xia Mingdong: "Isn't it obvious? If we often stay in the hallway, the ceiling of the hallway will keep falling until it is narrower than our bodies. Do you think we will be crushed into meatloaf?"

This description is too fucking graphic, and Cen Heng immediately felt uncomfortable, "So this is the reason why our trial officer 659 is so short?"

659:"……"

I didn't expect to be shot lying down like this.

Xia Mingdong: "Who knows."

Cen Heng wanted to scold her, "You said that we have been in the oil painting hall or antique hall for a long time, and the collections inside are about to riot. We have been in the corridor for a long time, and the ceiling is still falling. You said that we can have a quieter existence. place?"

"No." Xia Mingdong said calmly: "We are not welcome in the dungeon, let us leave as soon as possible."

Cen Heng: "...This is urging us to pass the customs."

Xia Mingdong nodded: "That's right, so it's time to go to the next antique museum."

Entering the antique museum again, it seems that there is a tense atmosphere in the air.

Once inside, even Cen Heng felt some kind of imminent crisis.

"Fourth..." Cen Heng said tremblingly, "Why do I feel that these antiques are more terrifying?"

Xia Mingdong replied calmly: "You don't feel wrong, it's just that it's even more terrifying."

Cen Heng: "..."

"We, do we still have a way out? What should we do next?"

"We can only unlock the clues quickly." Xia Mingdong offered a feasible but very difficult path, "Let's go directly to the innermost part and let them start as soon as possible."

Cen Heng was devastated, "Why do we do this, isn't this self-inflicted?"

"Because it's so fast." Xia Mingdong said, "Otherwise we might not be able to bear the risk that the ceiling will gradually decrease."

Cen Heng thought about the beautiful picture of himself being crushed into a meatloaf, and silently gave up.

"And..." Xia Mingdong suddenly added: "Maybe the attack will become more and more urgent."

Cen Heng said tragically and poetically: "Then let the storm be more violent."

They quickly reached the end of the paper clip, and at the end they saw an antique marked 3.

It is a map, a stone inscription map more than 1000 years ago, with an ancient treasure hunting route written on it, which is an antique passed from the equator.

What is the relationship and meaning between the map and the female fortune teller?

The black tide spread to the ceiling and the ground in the blink of an eye, Ning Ge said quickly: "Shield."

Xia Mingdong immediately unfolded the black shield and stood it in front of him and Cen Heng.

Ren Sheng transformed back into Gu Mu, jumping up and down with difficulty, spewing fire and thunder from time to time.

Ren Sheng's attacks were not so harmonious. Occasionally, Mars scrolled through Antique, but Antique was safe and sound.

Obviously, none of these are real antiques.

In the entire collection hall, there should be only one real collection, which is the collection of the Chief Trial Officer they are looking for.

This time, Antique's attack was indeed more rapid than last time. Xia Mingdong stood in the corner with a shield in front of him, and still felt very dangerous.

Ning Ge wandered in the shadow of swords and swords, switching back and forth between human form and cat form all the time, which looked particularly thrilling.

Moreover, this attack has something else.

The sound of Zeng Houyi's chime bells would make people unable to concentrate. Tiny tentacles protruded from the blackness that spread across the entire wall and floor, and the tentacles kept trying to grab Xia Mingdong.

Even the corners are not safe this time.

Xia Mingdong handed the shield to Cen Heng, "Hold the shield, let's stay away from the corner of the wall, watch out for the attack coming from a distance, turn the angle of the shield in time to block it, I will go grab the light ball with peace of mind."

"Okay." Cen Heng mobilized all the muscles in his body to hold the shield, tensing up to protect himself and Xia Mingdong.

The light group quickly flew to Xia Mingdong's side, jumping and jumping, this time the walking route changed again.

Xia Mingdong concentrated his attention and fixed his eyes on the flight path of the light group. This time, the flight path of the light group was no longer a parabola, nor a semicircle, but a folded trace.

Xia Mingdong stared back and forth three times, and saw that the trajectory of the light ball was an equilateral triangle.

He stared at the light ball, and said to Cen Heng without looking back: "Look carefully, pay attention."

Cen Heng held up a shield that weighed dozens of kilograms, was sweating profusely and panting, "Don't worry, I..."

Xia Mingdong suddenly rushed in one direction, and Cen Heng desperately chased after him with a heavy shield, but he still couldn't catch up with Xia Mingdong's movements.

Several sharp swords flew towards Xia Mingdong's direction, at the same time, the green patina on a certain bronze vessel began to spread to the ground, trying to spread from the floor to Xia Mingdong's body, polluting and corroding.

Cen Heng's voice changed: "Fourth brother, be careful!"

Xia Mingdong wanted to grab the ball of light even though he was injured, so he rolled over on the spot and grabbed the ball of light without thinking about anything else.

He breathed a sigh of relief the second he grabbed the light ball, and was mentally prepared to be injured, but he didn't expect to be pushed suddenly.

And the swords that were supposed to shoot at him aimed at Ning Ge's chest.

Xia Mingdong held his breath in fright.

Just look at Ning Ge leaping up with a speed that normal people can't achieve, and turning into a black cat in mid-air, narrowly dodging those arrows.

At the same time, Cen Heng, like someone who is always late, finally came late with a shield on his shoulders.

Xia Mingdong breathed a sigh of relief, feeling cold sweat all over his back.

He slumped down on the ground as if exhausted, ignoring the little hands protruding from the blackness. Anyway, those little hands are still too fragile to pull him down together. He pointed directly at the light group and asked: "Hurry up."

The light group was so sluggish after being ravaged by him, he said weakly: "Ask, what is the first real oil painting in the world, and how it differs from the collection in the museum."

"Fuck!" Cen Heng cursed directly, "If we don't know the world's first real oil painting, wouldn't we be unable to answer this question? It's not fair!"

Guangtuan sneered: "There is no absolute fairness in the world. If you are not sure, why come to this copy."

Like a computer, every oil painting in the oil painting gallery flashed through Xia Mingdong's mind, which could be stored after reading it.

The world's first real oil painting is the "Ghent Altarpiece".

What are the details in this painting?

Xia Mingdong replied immediately: "In the original "Ghent Altarpiece", there is no lamb's blood."

The light ball immediately dropped a small ball with "2" engraved on it.

The moment Xia Mingdong got the ball, all attacks stopped immediately, Ren Sheng was out of breath from exhaustion, and his body was covered with scars.

Cen Heng dropped the shield immediately, almost hitting his own foot.

Xia Mingdong picked up the shield, its durability was only 19% left, the oil painting gallery next door should not be able to hold it, and it would be broken.

He took out the primary healing tool, glanced at the uninjured Ning Ge, and handed it to Ren Sheng, who silently began to heal his injuries.

He looked at Ning Ge and asked, "Are you injured?"

Ning Ge shook his head, "No."

Xia Mingdong breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that I'm not injured. Next time, I can't do such a dangerous thing again. I'll be fine. You don't need to save me."

Ning Ge remained silent, as if he didn't hear Xia Mingdong's words.

Xia Mingdong sighed, feeling as tired as if he hadn't said anything.

What should I do if the cat is too arrogant and doesn't listen to advice?

He can't help it, human beings will never have anything to do with cat masters.

He can only try his best to decipher the clues of the light group as fast as possible.

He took the ball and said, "Let's go, hurry up, time is running out."

They quickly walked out of the antique hall, and when they came to the corridor, Ning Ge said, "The ceiling has dropped another ten centimeters."

This is a very bad signal, which means that the rate of decline has become faster.

They walked quickly to the oil painting gallery, and when passing by the place where the oil painting "The Fortune Teller" was supposed to be displayed, Xia Mingdong found that "The Fortune Teller" had disappeared.