Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

Witch Jane's pupils shrunk and retreated sharply.

The sword wiped his nostrils and the cold rust burst into his nose, seemingly blending moss, dirt and dry blood, revealing damp mold as the armor swayed.

It's like a hundred centuries of bored ghosts in armor suddenly awakened, red pupils creeping into the helmet, invisible.

“Careful!” Witch Jane kicked her foot in the armored samurai's yet inflexible knee joint. When the iron leaf knee pads collide, they infiltrate people in particular under the unusual light of the fire tongue.

“Under the Iron Leaf Armor is empty!” Witch Jane hears voices and promptly opens her mouth to warn - no skeleton, no body, the ghost knows how the armor moves?

The ghost samurai, suddenly unconscious, turned his pupil towards Vera and once again cut off his strength, more powerful than a sword.

Witch Jane held her breath and squeezed her eyes in search of a broken bloom. Her gaze suddenly locked a place: “Its right hand, the hand that holds the sword! ”

Vera looked down and glanced. The palm of the armored samurai is fastened to the two fingers of the blade handle and the light glistens slightly ——

A purple card.

Purple resources were rather scarce in the runaway show, second only to orange and red, and were important materials to support the team until late in the game.

The Fengxinzi show female player instantly surged, the knight's sword stabbed the ghost wrist, the blade crossed with the iron leaf, almost provoked the breakdown of Mars, but the two changed color at the same time.

The armor was intact and Vera's knight's sword size broke.

Blood-red pupils flashed, and the ghost lifted its sword to Vera--

“Run!” Witch Jane grabbed Vera, still angry, and ran off with her legs.

Vera ran rather reluctantly: “... waiting for me to grab its sword and purple cards...” She said, digging a torch from the wall and turning back to the blade empty-handed.

Witch Jane panicked and stopped her teammates. Before the game, he watched a lot of Fuxinzi show escape videos. Red and white roses are both legendary Spartans - “Head iron gun just, step back against the line and I'll lose”.

However, samurai are no less powerful than A-level practitioners and outnumber them by one weapon.

Witch Jane quickly persuaded: "Our opponent is 348 practitioners, can't consume the early stages on the little BOSS, find resources to develop first. ”

Vera: “Purple card...”

Witch Jane: “Zika will be ours when we find the right weapon. ”

Armored samurai sword blade sharp, amazing arm strength, other than “protection card” can not achieve other commands, obviously not high intelligence, quickly dumped behind by two people, witch leads out of the glowing corridor, eyes quickly sweep around.

“Here." The teenager kicked open the half-covered storage room door and handed it to Vera, turning to face the samurai ghost in a swordsnatching provocation.

The samurai pupil was red, and under Vera's squinting gaze, she chased Witch Jane's head into the storage room, and the room sounded like a piece, and then Witch Jane fluttered out - Vera reached out and pulled out a grey bean of love and shut the door hard.

The banging sounded from the storeroom.

It took a while to return to calm.

Witch Jane wiped her sweat: “Luckily it won't open. Let's go find a bookcase. Block the door. Don't let the rest of the group rob you. ”

Vera looked at the gray pop, the beans she had picked up in the garbage pile, and silently turned back to write down the samurai in a small book.

When the two of them had finished moving the bookcase, the storage room was silent.

Witch Jane finally looked at the blindfolded door and said softly: "Women's armor. ”

Vera was confused: "What! ”

Witch Jane: "We were attacked by women's armor, iron leaf armor, a flower letter J burned on the armor, well crafted, crafted water at least after the 17th century. Since the end of the Middle Ages, the status of women in Western Europe has begun to decline, noble women have been marginalized in military activities and women samurai are quite rare. I guess her identity might have something to do with the card in her hand. ”

Vera nodded and suddenly said, "How many ghosts are left in this Versailles? ”

Witch Jane: “I don't know. The more I want, the better. ”

The teenager frowned and smiled: "After all, we are going to take cards from the ghost. ”

Vera looked at it for half a day, and her cheeks laughed: "Also, the clue to the fifth round of the knockout was art, and armor was a work of art. ”

Witch Jane nodded: “Now we need to find a second card. As for art collections... let's go to the King's Suite Painting Gallery for some luck. ”

The teenager looked down at the watch.

349 people.

Some have been eliminated by ghosts or players who have seized weapons. Without further delay, the two men walked up the stairs and suddenly held their breath after opening a wooden door.

The coloured marble gleams in the dusk, the tall corridor connects the entire king's suite, the murals leave traces of age spots, countless paintings are embedded between walls and window fans, and footsteps are far from the other end of the corridor.

The two of them stepped silently onto the velvet carpet.

Vera walked in front, after Witch Jane broke. The sound of the footsteps gradually drifted away, as if the player on the other side had already folded into the other room and the hallway was quiet enough for only a heartbeat to breathe.

Vera was very good at carding blind spots and suddenly showed the witches to stop after walking into a shadow.

White roses make simple mouth shapes.

The corridor was as quiet as it used to be, and all you could see from the perspective of two cats was the fading light at the end of the gallery, and the ancient wooden triangle piano, and the witch squeezed her eyes and hadn't seen anyone for half a day--

Witch Jane asked.

Vera moved her lips.

Witch Jane opened her eyes and the light in front of the piano was dim and no one was above the bench.

Witch Jane: I don't see it!

Vera frowned and was about to open--

The thrill of the violin suddenly sounds!

Witch Jane was shocked, but the keys seemed to be pressed by an invisible pair of hands, and the seven keys were irregularly composed of chaotic harmonies. Not far away, it seems that some players were scared to step on the wrong stairs. After an unsigned chord, the song slowly drifted out of the speaker, and Witchcraft could clearly see the keys floating up and down, but could not see the hand playing the piano.

At this point, a blue card suddenly fell off the top of the curtain.

Vera didn't hesitate to pull her leg: "Rob! ”

However, the player who had just stepped on an empty foot was closer. Quickly, she grabbed the card and quickly attracted many people in the quiet Palace of Versailles, while rushing out a large number of players from all corners.

Several other similar blue cards were thrown next to the piano.

Vera was a dozen meters from the crowd, a leap higher than the triangle piano, about to jump directly over the railing, but suddenly she was caught by the witch Jane.

On the right corridor, a silver frame oil painting and a gap between the walls inserts a thin dark blue card that appears to have a different pattern than the blue card next to the piano.

Witch Jane quickly reached out and pulled the card out, and Vera looked anxiously.

Witch Jane was stunned and the deck was blank.

Below the leap, around the piano, the players have robbed a card of seven, seven, eight, and Caesar and Lincoln are in line.

Caesar lowered his head and was a fool. He forced a big brother into the corner of the wall: "Hey, do you have any words on that card? Why can't I write? Come on, let's change it. Fight if you don't agree...”

The big brother grinned. “I don't have a word for it.”

A little girl rushed out of the slash and picked up the last card next to the piano. Around the triangle piano, several people gather.

Caesar said, “It's written. It's written!” Then hurry up to your teammates: “What is this? The score?”

“Number of people.” On the leap, Witch Jane said quickly: “The card trigger condition is number of people. If there are not enough players to pick up the same card, the face of the card will not appear. Enough piano blue card players, clues triggered. We're the only ones with the blue card, so it's still blank. ”

Vera suddenly said, "What do we do? ”

Witch Jane stall: “Flip through the corridor, pull out the blue card behind all the paintings and give it away. ”

Under the leap, more players hear the sound of the piano, and the mix-up is triggered. The trainer who picked up the Blue Card quickly ran away, and soon someone rushed into front of the Witchcraft team.

“...” This man is Lin Jian. When he sees her, he raises his hand quickly: “Good evening, Witch! Have you eaten? I didn't eat it next time, so I'll go..."

Witch Jane, who is picking up the second card, waves: "Come on, let's change the card. ”

Lin knew he couldn't beat the witch Jane, and next to him was Vera smiling and looking at his companion. Lin Zheng walked in agony: “OK, Blue card for Blue card. Witch can't donkey me. I just saw three people fighting with Green card...”

After the piano card and oil card changed hands, Witch Jane looked down for a long time and suddenly said, “What's on this card? ”

Lincoln: "Ah? Witch, you asked me? The score! Isn't it painted...”

Witch Jane spread out the cards and the piano cards were blank.

Lin Jiao: “This... I still have it..."

Witch Jane snorted. “Come on, just kidding. Let's switch it back. ”

“…” Lincoln had to change back.

When Lin leaves, Witch Jane looks at Vera: "A player in the same group can only hold one undisciplined card. We have the oil card, and the piano card blocks us from clues. ”

Vera summed it up in low voice: “There are 7 blue cards next to the piano and at least two painting cards. A group of players can only hold one card...”

Witch Jane took a deep breath: "A copy of the fifth knockout.” He paused and said, "The fifth knockout is in a different format than in the past. ”

“In previous rounds, players stepping onto the same map are considered to have entered into a fight with a duplicate. In this round, those who pick up the same card are considered to enter the same copy. ”

Vera, open your eyes.

Witch Jane points to the piano: "A copy of the piano, a copy of the oil painting. And the purple card we locked in the vault, the samurai copy. ”

“Difficulty level, purple card higher than blue card, blue card higher than green card. As Lincoln just said, the number of green card participants is 3 and the number of blue card participants is 7. Purple card —— my guess is, at least 10 people. ”

After a long time, Verraton finally cleared up: “The painting is a blue card. Once the team of painting cards reaches Group 7, the card face clue opens. ”

“The clue to the piano card is the spectrum, the oil painting —— at least it should be a painting. ”

“Given the difficulty of copies, the best way to win a copy of an oil card -”

Vera smiled: "Give the remaining six cards to a team below Strength E so they don't pose a threat to us. ”

Vera picked her fingertips and quickly took the second painting card that Witch Jane had pulled out and returned a few minutes later: “Here you go, that's it. ”

Witch Jane thumbed her up and continued to work diligently as a groundhog between the galleries.

Clawson Show Studio.

In response to Xiangxiang Yingying's praise: “It's the first team to break the rules again. The little witch and Vera are very good businesses. ”

And the blood dove laughed, “Yes, but...”

The director puts everything in the lens, which is the drawing gallery on the other side of the King's Suite.

A little reddish-faced girl is tripping over to Wei. “Behind the frame... there seems to be something...”

West side of the suite.

Witch Jane pulled out the fifth card and was given it again by Vera.

Until the sixth card is found, the blank deck is slightly hot.

Both of them move at the same time, looking down at the card.

“The other two were found by other players…” Veracruz glanced: “… what is this? ”

The card is centered and appears to be part of an oil painting.

The white man was crowded with angels, looking out in the clouds at the gates of the gods. Light swings from top to bottom, holy and solemn.

Witch Jane looked at it for a long time and finally shook her head: “Greek mythology. Others... This painting is necessarily at the Versailles Palace, look for the painting first. ”

Vera learned that she tried to take a look at some of the drawings in the card and help Witchcraft frame by frame to find them. The King's Suite and the entire wing building, where there are walls, are covered with large murals, the French court paintings are similar in style and have a lot of details, etc. Two people look all over the corridor and it's almost dark.

The whole palace candlestick is finally fully lit.

Vera grinned, "I thought we were here for the ball. I didn't think we were here for the painting. ”

Witch Jane consoled: “At least we're a peaceful ghost here - without playing the piano to intimidate us, the cards are stuffed behind the frame. He added,“ We haven't met yet. ”

Witch Jane suddenly caught a white-shadow by the window as she flashed her head over the skydive floor.

Eventually, however, he dumped the image behind his head.

After searching for the wing building, the two men went on to look for the war corridor. In the middle, they met Caesar singing loudly twice, carrying Zoe the sculpture once, spreading a thin fire on the porcelain water once, and standing quietly in front of the wall three times as Wei Yan the statue. Grade A and S practitioners who did not want to undermine their strength showed a super-friendly plastic brotherhood.

Witch Jane swallowed it slowly and looked out the window. The old man did not appear to have landed in Versailles' main palace, most likely playing wild on the farm. I might be able to roast myself a rabbit at this point...

Witch Jane relieved herself and smoked the same card, not sure to eliminate the big man.

He suddenly turned to Vera and said, "What was Wei Yang-go looking at? ”

Vera shrugged: “I don't know, stare at the wall. ”

Witch Jane said slowly: "There are murals on the wall. ”

Vera was stunned and reacted quickly: "Is he looking for a painting? He's looking for paintings, too? ”

Witch Jane closed her eyes slightly and her memory flashed back: “Three times I met Brother Wei, the first two times she was looking at the mural, the first time he was looking at us - the oil gallery behind us. ”

“His cards are just like ours. ”

Vera took a sip of cold air and smiled for half a day: “How can you say that? ”

Witch Jane looked at the card in her eyes: “There is only one way to eliminate Wei Yan. Where have we looked? ”

Vera: "I've looked in the mirror hall, the war hall, the wing gallery, where the frames are -- this is the second time I've been here. ”

Witch Jane exhaled softly.

Neither they nor Wei Yan found the clue on the card. Witchcraft turned the subject: “I didn't see the ghost of the piano playing the triangle just now...”

Vera smiled: "The ghost is not on the bench. ”

Witch Jane was stunned.

Vera: “The ghost is a 4D projection, and it was still dusk, and the light was too bright to see that it was normal. ”

“The ghost floats beside the triangle piano, his hands are not on the keys, but on the box, pressing…”

Vera couldn't find the words for half a day, and Witch Jane immediately answered: “Hold down the wooden vertebrae and the wooden vertebrae pull the string striker. From the front of the triangle piano, the keys will also fall, as if an invisible hand were playing the piano--”

Vera nodded with a smile: "Later, more players squeezed in. Someone should have seen him, but everyone noticed the slip, and he slowly floated to the ceiling and started playing cards. This ghost is interesting, plays a piano, attracts the attention of athletes, and hides merit and fame. ”

Witch Jane asked about the ghost's costume and learned: "It's a court musician. ”

Vera: "Yes. The piano card is court music. Is it supposed to be a court painter if you put the card behind the frame? ”

Witch Jane turned around and went back to the scene next to the piano in her brain, suddenly three words appeared: “The ceiling. ”

Vera was confused: "What? ”

Witchcraft speeds up: “The court musician finally floats to the ceiling. We've searched all the galleries, never saw the ghost of Blue Card for us, is it possible that it's been floating in the sky, not coming down? ”

“Also -” Witch Jane suddenly remembered something, pulling out her card again and scratching her fingertips across the cloud.

“Clouds, angels. Versailles has not only framed paintings, murals, but also a painting. We haven't looked. ”

Vera glanced at the clouds that Jane was referring to, and there seemed to be something in her mind that called out ——

She suddenly said, "... the sky painting. ”

Witch Lin took a sigh of relief and walked back from the marble courtyard with Vera, avoiding Wei Yan's gaze as much as possible: "Tending paintings often appear in churches, usually religious themes, unifying sovereign theocracy after Louis XIV reign, weakening religious status, and it is also possible to modify Greek mythology on the ceiling. The gates of Xiangyun, Angels and Gods were originally images suitable for ceiling painting. ”

“Let's go back to the king's suite and start looking. ”

Vera simply responded and her eyes sparkled.

Witch Jane even concealed the illusion that for Spartan, she preferred the clouds of "Driving the Copy Process”, "Fighting”, “Returning and Female Samurai Duels” to finding clues.

The two men crossed the hallway in front of the suite and jumped below, while a player was trying to dismantle the piano and was violently stopped by Caesar.

The first door opened and the moon gods were smiling as the lights burned above the sky.

The second door, Apollo, winds over the dome.

Witch Jane became more and more certain: "Moon god, Sun god. Card clues don't surprise anything--”

Third door.

The moment Jane looked up, she finally opened her eyes.

Almost 500 square meters of dome paintings cover the entire Hercules Hall and paint the whole myth story. The Olympus Mountains, close to 100 faces of the gods, have a holy smile, the center of the picture is the same as the hint on the card.

The stately Hercules fought courageously, conquered ancient and primitive powers, sheltered the Greek people, born and died for their friends, and eventually flew up to the kingdom of God under the guidance of the gods.

“It's Hercules, and this painting describes Hercules.” Witch Jane's tight shoulders finally relaxed and turned around to talk to Vera, but found her teammates staring dead at the corner of the wall.

Witch Jane raised her head, nothing but a colorful dome.

Vera's lips opened slightly: "I saw it, right here —— it was just there, and then it suddenly disappeared ——”

Touch it.

Something fell along the corner of the wall.

Witch Jane reached out and patted herself on Vera's shoulder as a relief. This female athlete is a little shorter than him and is occasionally frightened when she sees a ghost.

“I'll check it out. No fear." Gentleman Witch Jane consoled.

Verraton said halfway: "It —— that ghost, it's a little different ——”

Witch Jane walked to the corner of the wall and picked up a black-faced parchment.

He twisted his eyebrows slightly as soon as he fell, distorted and deformed the paper on the back half of the paper and froze after being stained with dark brown liquid.

Vera pulled up.

"No one wants to be the chief painter more than he does. His desire for honor is stronger than anyone else's. He took the job of painting the ceiling, unfortunately Louis XV was not easy to please. ”

"He really did it." The Ascension of Hercules, "142 characters, painted with 43 canvases and pasted on the dome. Even the deformation of the curved face was exactly as he had anticipated. ”

"He really became the chief painter of Louis XV. ”

"He's dead. François Le Muwana. He cut his throat and chest nine times with a sword. ”

"He died in the last painting, the most outstanding. ”

Vera suddenly shouted.

Witch Jane raised her head and her face condensed.

The curly-haired painter, the ghost, stood in front of both of them sometime, his five officers twisted in pain and his eyes were sad.

Trauma from below the neck was scarred and blood drained.

“Careful -” Vera said hastily.

The ghost suddenly extended his pale, bloodstained hands to the witch Jane!

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