Chapter 58 Inguk Museum

The next day, after Wang Xiaoming got up, he stood in front of the window and looked out, just in time to see a familiar figure leaving.

He came downstairs and saw Li Jun who was cleaning up breakfast, so he asked, "Did Zhao Jianguo come just now?"

Li Jun put the breakfast away and said, "Yes, Captain Zhao came to remind us that the headquarters decided to take action today, and he also brought breakfast."

"He also reminded us to be careful when we go out," Li Jun looked up at Wang Xiaoming, "With me here, no one can hurt the professor."

Wang Xiaoming directly reached out and picked up a fried dough stick and took a bite, "It's just a folk ghost-controlling organization, it can't cause any big waves.

After dinner, we headed straight to the Renguo Museum. ”

It’s not that Wang Xiaoming underestimates this ghost-control organization, but because the ghost-controllers at this time can still be eliminated with physical weapons.

Even if the other party is the third largest civilian ghost-controlling organization in the country and has recruited many foreign ghost-controlling experts, it will not be a match for the headquarters.

If it weren't for the need to wait for the production of the supernatural bullets, headquarters would have taken action long ago.

In this way, Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun once again took the headquarters' special car and went to the Renguo Museum in the city without any obstruction.

By the time we arrived at the Renguo Museum, it was already nine o'clock in the morning. It took us an hour and a half to get there. It was simply because the traffic was too congested.

When you walk to the front of Renguo Museum, you can see a huge sign with the words "Closed for one day" written on it.

There were a lot of people gathered near the entrance of the museum. When I got closer, I found that they were all tourists who had made an appointment to visit the museum today.

There were several security guards standing in front of the door, constantly explaining and apologizing, but the effect was not obvious, and more and more people gathered.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wang Xiaoming did not expect that just one day of closure would cause such a commotion. He still knew too little about the Renguo Museum.

But the most important thing now is how they get in.

"Professor Wang, Mr. Li Jun, we meet again."

Just when Wang Xiaoming was about to call someone, Hou Cuijiao appeared. She had changed into a black business suit, her hair was tied up, and she wore a pair of exquisite silver-rimmed glasses on her nose, looking intellectual and beautiful.

"Miss Hou, I'm sorry to bother you again today."

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but look at the other person a few more times. Everyone loves beauty, and he is no exception.

"Professor Wang, you're too polite. Please follow me." Hou Cuijiao led the way, and the group walked around the crowded entrance and to the side.

"Professor Wang also saw what happened just now. We can only enter through a remote small door, and we still have to walk a long way."

Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun had no objection.

The group slipped into the museum, where there were still many staff members.

Seeing Wang Xiaoming and the others coming in, one of the middle-aged men came over and said to Hou Cuijiao, "Chief Hou, you're finally here."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man looked at Wang Xiaoming standing beside him and said with a smile: "This must be Professor Wang. My name is Huang Zhong, and I am the deputy director of the Renguo Museum."

Hou Cuijiao greeted Huang Zhong and introduced several people to him.
"Hello," Wang Xiaoming said with a forced smile, "I'm sorry to have troubled you this time."

Renguo Museum is the largest and most comprehensive museum in China, receiving tens of thousands of visitors from all over the world every day. Today it is closed for one day specifically for Wang Xiaoming, which can be said to be giving him enough face.

"This is what we should do," Huang Zhong obviously knew Wang Xiaoming's identity and spoke very politely, "This is Professor Wang's first time visiting our museum, so he must not be very familiar with it. What would you like to see? I can lead the way."

Wang Xiaoming did not refuse. The Renguo Museum was too big and it was inconvenient without a guide. So he directly told Huang Zhong his purpose, which was to touch and see some precious cultural relics with a long history. Huang Zhong understood and led the way. He also introduced some precious collections passing by from time to time. Wang Xiaoming also responded to him and wrote down the historical introduction in the exhibition hall, learning historical knowledge in disguise.

Li Jun followed closely behind, while Hou Cuijiao was like a tourist, looking around and stopping in front of a cultural relic from time to time. However, she did not leave the team, and immediately caught up when she saw others walking away.

Soon, they arrived at the bronze ware exhibition area, where most of the exhibits were from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period or earlier.

Wang Xiaoming turned on his spiritual vision and scanned all the bronzes in the exhibition hall. He found nothing unusual, so he watched with confidence as Deputy Director Huang Zhong opened the display cabinet and took out the precious bronzes inside.

"Professor Wang, these are the most precious bronzes in our museum, look..." Huang Zhong, wearing gloves, held the bronze wine jar in both hands and handed it over.

Wang Xiaoming took the bronze wine jar and said, "Director Huang, what I'm going to do next requires a quiet environment. I hope you won't talk."

"no problem."

The headquarters had already informed the museum, so Huang Zhong was not surprised. He agreed to step aside and not say anything.

Seeing that no one was disturbing me,

Wang Xiaoming began to arrange the archaeological ceremony directly on the open space, summoning out the historical atmosphere of the bronze wine jar and resonating with it.

Although there are not many records of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period in Renguo, and Wang Xiaoming knows little about history, the bronze wine jar has existed for too long and has a strong historical atmosphere, close to the bronze lamp in the underground passage.

After the ceremony, Wang Xiaoming felt the digestion of the magic potion in his body and was very satisfied.

"It seems that I can completely digest the archaeologist's magic potion today." Wang Xiaoming thought.

"Continue." Wang Xiaoming said as he put the bronze wine bottle back into the display case.

Huang Zhong immediately opened another display case after hearing the order. With the cooperation of others, Wang Xiaoming's potion digestion rate increased all the way and soon exceeded half of the digestion rate.

However, Wang Xiaoming has been exploring archaeological artifacts from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and his corresponding historical knowledge is no longer enough. The digestibility of each bronze artifact has dropped sharply.

Fortunately, this is the most comprehensive and largest museum in the country. It has no shortage of cultural relics. Wang Xiaoming has already begun arranging rituals to excavate even older bronze artifacts.

The Stepmother Cauldron gave him a large amount of potion digestion speed, which was more than what the supernatural item bronze lamp brought him before.

By the time the feedback from the bronze began to diminish, the digestion of the potion had reached its final stage.

Afterwards, they came to the Qin and Han Dynasty exhibition area. When they were excavating a jade burial suit with gold thread, the archaeologist potion in Wang Xiaoming's body was finally completely digested.

At the same time, the gifted combat scholar of the adjacent sequence was also successfully integrated into his body.

Abundant energy filled Wang Xiaoming's body, and the discomfort caused by the rapid digestion of the potion disappeared without a trace.

He looked at the golden jade burial suit during the ceremony. The archaeological ceremony had ended and the identification talisman next to the ceremony had lost its luster.

"I don't need to make these bronze talismans anymore." Wang Xiaoming thought to himself, because he was about to be promoted to an appraiser.

Looking at the golden jade burial suit in front of him, Wang Xiaoming could slightly sense the historical atmosphere of this cultural relic without the help of any ritual.

Even if he didn't advance to a Sequence 7 appraiser, he could now serve as an expert in identifying the authenticity of cultural relics with amazing accuracy.

Because he relies on his perception of historical atmosphere rather than his eyesight.

At the same time, with the perfect integration of the fighting scholar, the passive ability of sharp hearing and sharp eyesight became even more powerful, and everything in front of him became clear, and he could even faintly see the tiny cracks on the jade piece.

(End of this chapter)