Global Trial

The place where "The Fortune Teller" should have been placed was vacant, and Cen Heng was shocked, and asked in surprise, "What's going on here..."

Xia Mingdong: "Increase the difficulty, let us remember all the clues."

Cen Heng had an expression of entrusting a heavy responsibility: "Fourth brother, it's up to you."

Xia Mingdong: "..."

Any clue will only appear once, and will disappear when it appears again.

What is the connection between "The Fortune Teller" and the map?

Xia Mingdong vaguely had a guess, but it was not certain, and the next argument was needed.

A few steps forward from the oil painting "The Fortune Teller" is where the number "2" is displayed. There is only one painting on the number 2——

Van Gogh's "Starry Night"

This painting should be Van Gogh's "Starry Night", or it shouldn't be "Starry Night", because this painting is different from the real starry night that Xia Mingdong saw.

"Starry Night" is one of Van Gogh's masterpieces. In this painting, Van Gogh interprets the starry sky and the village with exaggerated techniques and rough lines.

The countless short lines in the starry sky eventually form waves and advance one after another, and there is an orange-red moon at the far right of the painting.

There are changes here, but a few strokes completely change the meaning of the painting.

Xia Mingdong felt that his guess just now should be right.

The end of "Starry Night" has almost reached the end of the paperclip, and they are a few steps away from the real end.

At the end, as if a switch was touched, all the blackness began to spread like a tide to the place within sight.

Ning Ge quickly asked when the blackness spread: "How much durability is left for the shield?"

Xia Mingdong: "19%"

Ning Ge quickly said: "When the durability disappears, you are immediately behind me. If you want to catch the ball, tell me."

"It's okay, I can catch the ball by myself." Xia Mingdong tried to lighten Ning Ge's burden, "You can just cover me."

Ning Ge wanted to say something, but it was too late. When the black tide spread, all the oil paintings began to attack, more violently than before.

Xia Mingdong cursed in a low voice: "Cen Heng, you have a crow's mouth, it really became more violent."

Cen Heng was so depressed that he wanted to cry, "It was so hard for me to be poetic, and it turned out to be like this..."

"Reciting poems is not suitable for you." Xia Mingdong said, "You should take care of yourself and protect yourself."

Cen Heng and Xia Mingdong hid behind the shield together, this time the durability of the shield was adjusted faster, it was almost visible to the naked eye, and it lost one durability in ten seconds.

The people in the oil painting have already walked out of the oil painting with weapons in hand. They can use whatever weapons they have, and their speed and strength are much stronger than before.

Ren Sheng had a hard time coping with it, and it paled in comparison, and he had already been hacked several times.

But fortunately, the light group came faster this time, and it kept circling above their heads after arriving.

Xia Mingdong stared at the circling trajectory of the ball of light, and quickly said: "This time it's a pentagon, next time it should be..."

He jumped towards one place.

Just as he rushed over, the shield could no longer support it, its durability became 0, and it shattered directly. Cen Heng rolled on the spot without any cover.

However, the speed of the light ball was extremely fast, Xia Mingdong didn't catch it, and was scratched by a small black hand protruding from the ground.

Ning Ge didn't know when he came to him, and supported him with one hand, while still fighting with the oil painter behind his back with the other hand.

After Xia Mingdong stood up, he also took out a dagger, and said to Ning Ge who was standing in front of him: "It's okay, I can do it myself, you protect yourself first."

Ning Ge remained silent, still standing in front of Xia Mingdong.

Soon, Xia Mingdong saw the right moment and jumped up quickly, grabbing a ball of light.

Apart from this light group, there was only one free light group floating in mid-air, and they had only one last clue left that they hadn't obtained.

Time was running out, Xia Mingdong pressed the ball of light directly and asked, "Hurry up and ask the question."

Light group: "..."

Guangtuan felt like crying to death, "Okay, I'll just say it."

"What's the difference between the earliest surviving silk paintings and this one?"

The earliest surviving silk painting is undoubtedly the Tang Dynasty copy of "Nv Shi Zhen Tu", which was a favorite of Qianlong and was hidden in the Old Summer Palace.

Qianlong...

Xia Mingdong immediately replied: "There is no seal of Qianlong."

The ball of light immediately dropped the engraved ball, and all attacks stopped.

Holding the ball, Xia Mingdong breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that he had been taken by Ning Ge to change several places, and when he was racking his brains to think, Ning Ge had been by his side to protect him.

He moved his lips, feeling a little touched that he couldn't express in barren language.

After getting the clue of the No. 2 ball, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Ren Sheng and Cen Heng began to heal their injuries.

Cen Heng was the worst. He already had some wounds scratched by his claws, but luckily they were all external injuries, not too serious.

However, the situation became more serious. While he was healing, the oil paintings seemed to be restless.

Xia Mingdong made a decisive decision: "Let's leave first."

Cen Heng walked and healed his wounds, and asked with a bitter face: "Fourth brother, how are you thinking this time, do you have any clues? I feel that my old life is about to fail."

"There is a clue." Xia Mingdong gave a positive answer, "Don't worry, the current thinking is very clear."

"Really?" Cen Heng asked, "Do you know where the antiques are hidden?"

Xia Mingdong replied without hesitation: "The corridor where 659 is standing."

Cen Heng: "What are the clues of these collections?"

"It's not just clues." Xia Mingdong pushed open the door of the oil painting gallery, speaking in a loud voice, and he didn't even deliberately avoid 659, "Only the ceiling in the corridor keeps falling, and the sense of crisis is the most urgent. Don't let us stay for a long time, tell us clearly We hid our stuff in the corridor."

The author has something to say:

The chapter of Qianlong is really...

Ugh

I've been busy these two days, so I'll reply tomorrow~