Global Trial

"This logic is perfect, and I give it full marks."

Cen Heng vomited blood, even if he knew that the antique was hidden in the corridor, but the corridor was so big and they didn't know what the antique looked like, so it was very difficult to find it.

"Let's go quickly." Cen Heng said, "I don't want to know how many centimeters I have dropped now."

This time, even if others didn't tell him, he could feel the ceiling getting lower.

Xia Mingdong: "Actually, I really want to know."

Cen Heng: "..."

Ning Ge: "It has dropped another 40 centimeters."

The sense of urgency was already very strong, and Cen Heng felt that if the ceiling dropped another ten centimeters, it would touch the top of Ning Ge's head.

Xia Mingdong: "We got four balls and saw three clues..."

He paused, and decided not to be a crow's mouth, although he felt that they would probably bend over in the end.

They came to the antique museum again, and this time they could hear the noise of the antiques as soon as they entered.

The ding-dong sound of porcelain, the muffled sound of stone tools, and the sound of metal collisions can be heard endlessly...

As they walked, Cen Heng asked, "What are we going to do this time?"

Xia Mingdong tried to open the trial system to go to the Points Store, unexpectedly, this time they were able to use the Points Store.

"Go to the points store to buy shields, one for each person."

"Can the point store be used?" Cen Heng clicked on the trial system with a skeptical attitude, and after seeing the point store, it actually works, "Why can it be used this time?"

"Because we won't have the problem of shortage of food and water this time." Xia Mingdong said directly: "The rules of the dungeon doom us to die if we stay for a long time. If we stay in the antique hall or oil painting hall, the attack power from the collection It will get stronger and stronger, and sooner or later we will be irresistible, if we stay in the corridor, we will be..."

"Stop talking, I know." Cen Heng vomited blood, "That picture is so beautiful, I feel like it when you describe it, stop it, let's buy a shield right now."

The shield in the points shop costs 300 points, and it is also a B-level item. It is similar to the one dropped by 2B, but the shape is different. It is not as big as 2B's. To sum it up, it is expensive and boring.

Fortunately, they are rich in points and can withstand such consumption.

They exchanged each for a shield before reaching the end of the paperclip.

Xia Mingdong passed by the place where the map was before, and saw that the map had disappeared, and the number "2" was engraved under the antique next to the map.

Time was running out, Xia Mingdong didn't have time to think, he only quickly memorized the appearance of the antique and all the details, and reached the end of the paper clip.

The familiar black began to spread again, and the period from the black spread to the entire space seemed to be their only quiet time.

Cen Heng asked: "Fourth brother, what are you thinking of?"

Xia Mingdong smiled: "Forget it, let you be mentally prepared."

Cen Heng trembled instinctively, "What do you mean?"

"It means that we are probably going to beat the trial officer..."

"What?!" Cen Heng's eyes widened, "Are you sure we want to beat that lady? I always feel guilty."

Xia Mingdong sneered: "You won't think so when you beat him up, he's much better than you, and besides, he's not a gentleman either."

Seeing that the blackness was about to spread, Cen Heng quickly asked, "Why not Zhengtai?"

"I don't know how many years the trial world has existed. As a trial officer, how could he live shorter than us? He looks like a gentleman. He might be a thousand-year-old monster. According to his age, he should have grown up N times."

Cen Heng: "...When I think of the other party for thousands of years, I don't feel guilty anymore."

The black spread all over, the antiques in the antique museum seemed to usher in a grand carnival, and the four of Xia Mingdong were the food in the carnival, all the antiques rushed towards them.

Cen Heng held up the shield, huddled behind the shield, kept dodging around, and danced with both feet at the same time, very embarrassed.

Ren Sheng can attack a little bit, and from time to time sticks his head out from behind the shield to breathe fire or something.

Xia Mingdong, on the other hand, stood behind the shield all the time, jumping back and forth in embarrassment, avoiding the little claws seeping from the ground.

Among them, Ning Ge is the best one to deal with. He supports the shield with one hand and rarely stays behind the shield. He holds a gun with unlimited bullets in his hand, almost like a child with one shot.

Although Antique's repair ability is very powerful, it can't withstand Ning Ge's bullet speed.

This time the light group came faster, there was only one light group, and it flew continuously in front of Xia Mingdong when it arrived.

This time the flying was even more irregular, up and down, left and right, Xia Mingdong watched it for nearly a minute before saying: "A symmetrical pattern on the central axis."

Cen Heng: "What do you mean?"

Xia Mingdong pointed in one direction: "There!"

Cen Heng immediately jumped up to grab the shield, but it was still a step too late. Not only did he not catch the light ball, but he was also shot in the arm.

Immediately afterwards, before Xia Mingdong even had time to speak, he propped up his shield and jumped in another direction.

Cen Heng: "!!!"

He was sore, because he saw Ninge use that spatial sword to block attacks from all directions when Xia Mingdong jumped up.

He is just a poor little cabbage, neither his father loves him nor his mother loves him.

Xia Mingdong caught the ball of light in a thrilling manner, shook it quickly, and said, "Question!"

The light group cooperated authentically this time: "Why does the oil painting fade quickly under the light?"

This time the question was directly asked about the oil painting, and Xia Mingdong was not given time to think.

Because the moment Guangtuan finished asking this question, almost all the antiques, armors, weapons, musical instruments, etc. gathered around them, and Ninge was the first to bear the brunt. Road scrapes.

Xia Mingdong quickly replied without thinking: "Because of ultraviolet rays, light will produce ultraviolet rays, and ultraviolet rays will accelerate the oxidation of pigments."

The light ball quickly dropped a small ball with "1" engraved on it.

The moment Xia Mingdong got the ball, the spear that was aimed at Ning Ge's shoulder stopped abruptly.

Ning Ge landed lightly, put away his shield, and whispered to Xia Mingdong, "Thank you."

Xia Mingdong heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately handed the primary healing tools to Ning Ge: "Heal."

Ning Ge healed his injury with healing items, and then handed the items to Ren Sheng.

Unlike the previous few times, this time after Xia Mingdong got the ball, Antique did not return to his original position, but still stood there, as if he was staring at them.

Cen Heng: "Fourth brother, this... what's going on?"

"It's nothing serious." Xia Mingdong said, "Just calm down, they are here to attack us directly for the convenience of coming in next time."

Cen Heng already wanted to pass out on the spot.

Ren Sheng healed his wounds while walking, and handed the healing props to Cen Heng after using them up.

Xia Mingdong quickly thought about the clue symbolizing "2" that he saw just now.

is a box.

The chest was inlaid with gold and silver jewels, and had a small golden lock on it.

If he guessed correctly, a painting below would hint at the pattern of the key.

The last clue will be...

In this way, all the clues can be connected.

This time they walked out of the antique museum and went directly to the oil painting museum without looking at 659.

The commotion in the oil painting gallery was even more obvious. This time even Xia Mingdong couldn't help asking Ning Ge: "What should we do next?"

Ning Ge said lightly: "I should need some of your blood."

Xia Mingdong: "???"

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Xia Mingdong: It's time for blood again, I sacrificed my life for the team