Chapter 104 Strange Painting

After taking out the wooden carving of a building ship and putting it aside, Wang Xiaoming took out the last item, an ancient painting of a portrait.

This painting is the most special of these old objects because Wang Xiaoming cannot fully determine what it is.

This is a simple figure painting. In the painting is a man who is dressed like Ning Caichen and looks like Yan Chixia. The man has indifferent eyes and stares ahead expressionlessly. There is a chain-like decoration hanging around his waist.

There is no title, no signature, and no seal.

In the appraisal just now, the information obtained is very simple, that is, the figure painting from the painter of the late Tang Dynasty is suspected to contain deep spiritual power.

This is different from the findings of other paranormal items that have lost their function, and the appraisal also said that this painting contains paranormal power.

You have to know that if these things want to enter his laboratory, they need to go through several inspection procedures, and even then they didn't find any problems with the figure paintings.

So Wang Xiaoming was very curious about this figure painting. He mobilized the spirituality in his body, unlocked the secret eyes that were sealed by the leaf ghost, and looked at the ancient painting.

strangeness……

I can't see anything!
Looking at this portrait from the perspective of the Secret Eye is like looking at a pool of stagnant water. There is no change at all, and it is no different from what he sees with his naked eyes.

Wang Xiaoming frowned slightly. He had just felt a great spiritual suppressive force in this painting. Not only did the spiritual power of the ancient painting itself be suppressed to a deep level, but even the power of the Eye of Prying Eyes was suppressed.

With such strong spiritual suppression, will his archaeological ritual succeed?
Placing the ancient painting during the ceremony, Wang Xiaoming mobilized the spirituality on the side.

Ceremony starts——

"Failed!"

The ceremony failed as expected. After the whole ceremony, there was no response at all.

However, there was no disappointment in Wang Xiaoming's eyes. Instead, his face was full of surprise, with a hint of disbelief in his expression.

"How is this possible? This ancient painting is actually a ghost!"

Wang Xiaoming had anticipated that the ritual would fail, but surprisingly, the reason for the failure was not the supernatural suppressing power in the ancient painting, but the nature of the supernatural ghost in the ancient painting.

The purpose of archaeological rituals is to examine the historical fragments of some ancient cultural relics. The function of rituals is only effective for cultural relics and antiques.

It will not work for some natural things that are not produced or created by humans, including ghosts and evil spirits.

Archaeological rituals have no effect on supernatural beings or evil spirits.

Just now when the archaeological ceremony was being held, Wang Xiaoming sensed the feedback from the ceremony, which was the same as the feedback from the previous experiment on evil spirits.

But if the ancient painting represents a ghost, then why hasn’t it been identified just now?
"It should be related to the supernatural suppressive power contained in the ancient painting. That power is too strong. It not only interferes with the Secret Eye, but also interferes with the identification ability."

After thinking calmly, Wang Xiaoming made a guess. He felt that this ancient painting contained a lot of secrets, so he decided to send the ancient painting to the Source Knowledge Wilderness. No matter how many secrets the ancient painting contained, they would be solved one by one in front of the Source Knowledge.

Feeling the gazes from the cameras around him, Wang Xiaoming picked up the ancient painting and walked out of the laboratory to an empty lounge.

Since he controlled the leaf ghost, he could sense the gazes of others, whether in front of him or watching the surveillance from behind. After skillfully arranging the transmission ceremony, Wang Xiaoming transmitted the ancient painting to the Wilderness of Knowledge, and then his spirit body followed into the Wilderness of Knowledge.

Also appearing in the core of the wilderness of knowledge, Wang Xiaoming sat on a stone chair and looked at the ancient paintings floating in the white mist and gauze in the distance.

With the blessing of the wilderness of knowledge, all of Wang Xiaoming's abilities have been comprehensively improved. He can already clearly sense the powerful supernatural suppressive force in the ancient paintings.

"I see!"

It turns out that the supernatural suppressive force in the ancient painting is external. It not only suppresses the evil spirit in the ancient painting, but also disrupts all abilities to observe it.

"Then let's separate!"

As soon as the words fell, invisible pressure appeared out of nowhere, fixing the ancient painting firmly in place. Then a mysterious wave descended upon the ancient painting, trying to separate the ancient painting from the supernatural suppressing force contained in it.

As the power of the wilderness of knowledge surged, the scholar Yan Chixia in the ancient painting seemed to come alive and glared at Wang Xiaoming.

Then, under the power of the wilderness of knowledge, he reluctantly walked out of the ancient painting. He was the external supernatural force that suppressed the evil spirit in the ancient painting.

After leaving the ancient painting, the scholar Yan Chixia seemed to have lost his support and began to slowly dissipate. Wang Xiaoming moved his mind slightly, suppressing the dissipation and turning it into a pitch-black ball floating in the air.

Even though the ancient painting on the other side got rid of the supernatural suppression, there was no change. Wang Xiaoming summoned the ancient painting to check and found that the evil spirit in the ancient painting had already died.

Considering that this ancient painting must have existed for quite some time, it is normal for it to freeze after being suppressed by the supernatural for such a long time.

Since the computer had crashed, Wang Xiaoming directly mobilized the evil spirit power of the ancient painting to test its ability in the wilderness of knowledge. Soon he had a rough idea of ​​the ability of the ancient painting.

The ability of ancient paintings is complex and simple at the same time. It can imitate other supernatural powers.

As long as you draw the supernatural ghost you need to imitate on an ancient painting, you can truly possess the corresponding ghost's abilities. The prerequisite is that you have seen the corresponding ghost and cannot just draw it blindly based on your imagination.

"This ability is very good, but it still has a limit." Wang Xiaoming looked at the black sphere floating in the air. The previous owner of this ancient painting painted a supernatural source that was too powerful, which led to the suppression of the evil spirit in the ancient painting.

This reminded him of the scene in the original novel where Ghost Face Tong Qian disguised herself as Zhang Dong in the later part of the novel. She originally wanted to use Zhang Dong's power to fight the enemy, but the borrowed supernatural power directly wiped out the Ghost Face.

The experiences of the two were similar. Both borrowed power that far exceeded their own abilities, and were countered by the borrowed supernatural power.

"This person must have reached the end of the spiritual realm. He was able to suppress a fierce ghost for such a long time with just a spiritual force."

Wang Xiaoming recalled the appearance of the man in the ancient painting. He casually took out a pen and paper, transformed it into a mahogany square table, and began to paint according to his memory.

Although he had never learned to paint before, he had very strong body control and was able to quickly restore the man in the ancient painting. Although not 100% likeness, the similarity was at least 70% to 80%.

The most important thing is that he drew the men's clothing.

Holding the drawing paper in his hand and taking a look at the black ball, Wang Xiaoming returned to reality. He then took a photo of the drawing paper with his mobile phone and sent it to Professor Bai at the training base.

He left a message saying, "Professor Bai, please help me figure out which dynasty this person belongs to."

(End of this chapter)