The oil paintings laid flat on the canvas are just like the old paintings that have just been bought from the gallery at a high price, not to mention the swelling and damage, and even the paint on them is still shiny.

It's just that it has some of the inevitable pigment cracks of an ancient painting, but not only does it not damage its value, but it is more like an antique.

"Isn't this painting a treasure of the sea?"

Look closely.

The subject of the painting is a sailboat slowly capsizing, or more precisely, a flute-shaped ship that was very popular in the Old World 300 years ago.

Of course, it's not because it's so performant.

Rather, it is because the port entry tax of various countries was levied according to the area of the top deck of the ship, and the flute-shaped ship has an extremely narrow deck and a wide belly, which is obviously an ingenious tax avoidance design.

In addition, this type of ship is relatively easy to operate (especially sail mounting) and requires less manpower than other types of boats. So for a certain period of time, this kind of merchant ship became popular because the operating cost was only half that of other ship types.

However, the design of the ship's inward tilt also makes its center of gravity too high, the turning radius is large, it is easy to roll, the sailing performance is extremely poor, and it is not suitable for ocean sailing!

And then there's the most special thing...

The boat in the painting is faintly similar to the wrecked ship lying on the flat ground.

Of course, oil paintings are not photographs after all, and the details are very average, even if Ai Wen has a "digital vision", there is no strong reference significance.

But at least it's all old flute-shaped boats, so to be sure.

"Fished up from a shipwreck, an ancient painting of a sinking ship?

Besides, if it weren't for the real thing here, or if I had fished it up with my own hands, I would have thought it was an antique from somewhere, right?"

But the unscathed exterior betrays it!

Evan quietly opened his spiritual vision, a transcendent aura that was completely different from the obscurity of the secret creatures of the sea, flashing with disgusting wavelengths, black-gray, sauce-green, scarlet... In short, it is a mixture of various colors that make people feel unpleasant, gloomy and restless.

Slowly retracting the hand that was about to touch it, Aven frowned and looked at the Syrius soldiers who had not yet left:

"Who found this painting before?"

All the soldiers in the queue looked at each other, but none of them stepped forward.

"Huh?"

Evan immediately sensed that something was wrong, that there was no possibility that these guys would refuse or conceal their orders.

Unless no one has touched the painting at all, or the person who has touched the painting has been...

When he turned his head to look at the painting again, Evan couldn't help but take a few steps back as if he were looking at a rattlesnake spewing poisonous juice.

Trample.. Trample..

It has nothing to do with whether the strength is strong or not, it is just the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Soon.

"Report sir, Jeremy is gone!"

The group of soldiers immediately counted the number of people, and sure enough, they found that there was an inexplicable missing companion.

No one knew where he had gone.

And the last time he appeared in the eyes of others was when he finished collecting the loot and relined the team.

Two soldiers assured Evan that the soldier named Jeremy was still with him, but no one noticed anything unusual before Evan could ask.

Moment.

Although the sun was still shining, everyone felt a chill on the back of their necks, as if a cold invisible person was lying behind his back and blowing the cold...

One by one, their eyes wandered around, for fear that something strange here would make them disappear silently.

This time.

Milan, who was next to him, also noticed the anomaly here, put away the "Storm Bottle", and came to Aven's side.

After listening to him tell about his discovery.

Taking out his crystal ball and fiddling with it for a while, Milan frowned and guessed a little uncertainly: "Shadows, mist, mandala, blood-dripping treasures... Isn't this a curse?"

"Cursed?"

The current Ai Wen is no longer the original Xiaobai, of course he knows what the "cursed thing" is.

In layman's terms, "cursed things" generally refer to those things that bring misfortune.

The ontology is generally a variety of jewelry and works of art of high value, but anyone who collects them or even just comes into contact with them will suffer different degrees of bad luck, and bizarre injuries, death, and mystery are the most common consequences.

There is even one of the most famous "cursed things" that even many ordinary people are thundering about.

That is the oldest and largest diamond in the world: the "Bright Mountain".

Death, the consequences of the gods, which are just petty fights, are not even worthy of carrying shoes compared to it, because the disaster it brings to its own master is - the destruction of the country!

Legend has it that it is a symbol of power and wealth as well as a bane of bloodshed and death, and only the most powerful (such as monarchs) are entitled to it, but will eventually lose their power because of it!

Years ago, when a princely chieftain of the Southern Continent snatched it from an unknown temple of Loa, strife, blood, and bad luck were with its owner.

From the Southern Continent to the Old Continent, it has successively led to the demise of double-digit princely states and countries!

And now it is inlaid in the crown of the Pope of Dawn, and it is not known whether it is because of the power of the true God or because the Pope does not have a country of his own, that the vicious curse has finally been stopped.

It also quietly relieved the monarchs of many countries.

There is another powerful "curse" that wizards and transcendents talk about, and it exists in the famous school of curses.

It was the ultimate creation of their creations and the collection of extreme knowledge, the gem known as "Black Ollov". Known as the source of all curses in the world, an unsolvable curse that even the demigods can't resist!

Of course, the latter has never been seen before, and it is very likely that the "cursed thing" is still in the mysterious source, and has not been manifested by them at all.

It's just that they themselves let out the wind to deter foreign enemies.

However, no matter what kind of "cursed thing" it is, it must be handled with care.

Because curses are the most unreasonable.

If the artifact carrying the curse is destroyed, no one can say whether the curse will disappear or be transferred or even explode in place.

Even sending it to the church for purification may not work.

Ai Wen felt that he had taken over a hot potato this time, and the antiques he had harvested were not enough to cover his mental damages.

"Why don't we just put it back in the ship and sink it back into the sea?"

Then Milan came up with an idea.

"Well..."

Thinking about it, there was no better way for Aven, and nodded and accepted Milan's proposal. As long as it doesn't make trouble on its own turf, it can harm whoever it wants.

He was about to order the soldiers to send the back to the ship.

This strange oil painting has taken a new turn.

The flute-shaped ship in the picture sank completely, but a young man in the military uniform of Cyrius gradually floated up, gradually approaching the canvas of the oil painting.

"Ahh That's Jeremy, he's in the painting!"

Someone in the queue exclaimed.

And then you see.

As if through a thick layer of tempered glass, the young soldier, whose whole body was painted in oil paint, let out a silent cry, his hands constantly flapping the boundaries between two-dimensional and three-dimensional.

It's like shouting, "Let me out!"

This strange scene did not make his companions rise to the rescue mind, but took a big step back.

Especially when I saw the face made of oil paint clinging to the surface of the canvas trying to drill out, even Milan, who was standing next to him, shuddered.

Whoosh –

Seeing this, Gary was even more like a great enemy, and he dodged in front of the two of them, drew the sword he carried with him, and pointed at the oil painting.

What can I do?

This thing was weird in the first place, and no one dared to touch it now. If you touch it, you will be locked up and become that ghost, which is worse than death.

However, instead of feeling frightened, Ai Wen's face showed a little understanding, and he took out a silver dagger from the "magic pocket" and took a few steps forward.

Brush!

After two strokes on the painting, the tip of the blade almost pierced the canvas of the painting.

"Hey, what's inside!

Speaking to this strange oil painting, it is not that Aven's spirit is affected by it.

Rather, he confirmed one thing from the sudden change that had just occurred, and that was that the painting had its own consciousness and could understand the conversations of several of his own people.

And "it" very much doesn't want to be thrown back into the water again!

"Oh, you probably don't know me with this dagger.

Don't look at it as ordinary, but it's the 'Rune Silver Dagger Demon Breaker' produced by the 'Starry Night Order', which has a miraculous effect on resentful spirits, evil spirits, and other spiritual bodies.

It's really a must-have for home travel, killing people and goods... Ahem.

I've heard that it can also repel evil spirits and even damage the core concepts that make them up, so wouldn't you want to give it a try?"

As soon as the words fell.

The struggling young man in the painting froze slightly, and then continued to slap against the invisible barrier, as if he didn't understand Aven's words at all.

"This..."

Of course, Aven didn't have another "Demon Breaker", and the only one had already been used to obtain the "Evil Spirit Dust", but he just wanted to cheat it.

However, although the consciousness hidden in it does not seem to be very bright because it has not seen the light of day for hundreds of years, it has a disguised instinct, and it is a "cursed thing"!

There is a saying among the transcendental: "Never trust a thinking thing unless you know where its brain is hidden!"

Scratching his head, he was about to find another way to force out the "brain" in the painting.

"Click!"

Ka Ka, who had been hiding in Ai Wen's shadow, suddenly jumped out, and before he could react, he also became a two-dimensional existence and burrowed into the oil painting.

Soon the painting was no longer silent, as if there was a sound of boiling water.

Grunt...

The picture is like a dye that has been knocked over and then stirred, blurred into pictures of the death of different people of different eras.

Subsequently.

An old man's muffled voice suddenly came out:

"Ahh

Moreover, every word is in the language of a different country, and the language of eight countries has been used in just one sentence.