These degradations are not obvious, and if you have not just seen them on the previous level, you can't tell the difference.
The color fade is subtle, and it looks more like these artifacts have lost...vitality.
Ye Lan's eyes narrowed, thinking that this was indeed the root cause of Zheng Bo's illness.
"Wow, this is Tang Sancai, it's so exquisitely crafted and beautiful!"
Suddenly, there was a cry of surprise from the front.
Ye Lan saw more and more people gathering in front of one of the display cases, so he walked over.
When she saw the things displayed there, her eyebrows jumped suddenly and her pupils dilated slightly.
It was a three-color horse from the Tang Dynasty. The horse was stepping on a flying swallow, and its hooves were blooming. The surface of the porcelain was smooth and flat, and every strand of hair was sculpted to be lifelike. The horse's head was held high and its eyes were bright, as if with pride and complacency.
Every color on its body is extremely bright, with brown hair, snow-white hooves, and the saddles on both sides are a rich dark green with clusters of patterns on them. It is obvious that it is a fine horse bred by princes and nobles.
"After seeing so many, this one is the most eye-catching. The others around it pale in comparison." The crowd sighed and started comparing.
Ye Lan, standing beside him, frowned.
Of course there is no comparison.
Because the colors of other cultural relics are absorbed by it.
The cell phone rang, it was Wu Heng calling.
He said he didn't find the thing and the smell was cut off halfway.
Ye Lan asked him to come back first. When the two of them reunited, Wu Heng was stunned when he saw a three-colored horse. "That thing has escaped, why would the host body change?"
"Because this isn't just a simple evil spirit possessing you." Ye Lan looked at the three-colored horse statue and said in a deep voice, "This is a weapon spirit."
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