Chapter 171. Music

     The moment the painting was unfurled, almost everyone present held their breath.

     Some people took a half step back, some had their hair standing on end, some nearly dropped their video equipment, and the survivors in the conference room were even more tense, like a bowstring pulled taut.

     “Young Lady!” A survivor from the Spring and Autumn Warring States era exclaimed, breaking the silence and tension.

     Yes, the painting Wang Xue had created depicted Mi Wenjing, specifically Mi Wenjing on the battlefield outside Chuyang City, in the instant she grasped the Sword of Mozi and slashed at her enemy.

     This painting was completed in one go shortly after she came out of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States copy. It was a simple ink painting that took a very short time, but she was very satisfied with the finished product.

     This is one of Wang Xue’s most prized works.

     The people in the conference room were stunned. They could see an unprecedented, intense murderous aura and trembling war intent from the figure in the painting, like Mount Tai pressing down. Many people reflexively touched their own necks.

     A scholar of ancient literature wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and murmured, “For the timid or those with a guilty conscience, looking at this painting will cause nightmares every night, for at least a week, and up to several months. This painting can kill!”

     No one present disagreed with the scholar’s words.

     Another research expert stepped out for a moment and returned, saying, “Even watching the painting through the video, you can feel the murderous aura, but it’s probably less than one-tenth of what you’d experience in person.”

     “One-tenth is still a bit terrifying,” someone said, still shaken.

     A young survivor whispered, “The ancients put door gods on their doors to ward off demons and ghosts, and there’s definitely a lot of sense in that. We, the Supernatural Investigation Bureau, could also—”

     The others: “…”

     Ye Mo certainly never imagined she almost end up as a door god

     They then looked at the second painting.

     The second painting is a detailed, colorful traditional Chinese painting, a long scroll, using pigments like ancient cinnabar, gamboge, carmine, and vermilion, supplemented with some modern colors.

     The setting is still the Spring and Autumn Warring States period.

     However, the focus is no longer on a single person, but on a group portrait of a street in Chuyang City.

     The bridges, inns, shops, and bustling crowds on the street are vividly detailed and realistic. They can even feel the anticipation of the people looking in the same direction, craning their necks in anticipation.

     A historian said, “This is a historical testament to the prosperity of a city in the pre-Qin period, and its value is immeasurable.”

     An expert asked, “What festival are they celebrating?”

     “They are waiting for the Young Lady” a survivor replied. “This should be a scene from the later stages of the Spring and Autumn Warring States instance, when the Young Lady was on her way from Yangcheng Prefecture to the Mo Sect.”

     It’s still Mi Wenjing!

     Nothing can tell these experts better than these paintings that the survivors have seen and participated in history with their own eyes. Just thinking about it makes people passionate.

     However, when they thought of the survivors’ extremely high mortality rate, most of their rationality returned.

     The third painting was also a meticulous brush painting, which could be described as a cute illustration.

     This was a scene secretly painted by Wang Xue, depicting all the survivors entering the Jurassic dungeon system space.

     There were many young dinosaurs in it, including Triceratops, Spinosaurus, Centrosaurus, Monoclonius, Brachiosaurus, Diplodocus, Mamenchisaurus, etc., but the protagonist was definitely the central, very tiny, and multicolored Tyrannosaurus Rex that was threatening the other dinosaurs.

     When Wang Xue painted this, her mind must have been filled with babyish sounds, which is why she painted the majestic Tyrannosaurus Rex so adorably that it made people want to scream.

     It was truly cute enough to jump off the paper.

     Anyway, Ye Mo hasn’t seen this painting yet. Otherwise, she might be able to establish a space array in a few seconds and dash from north to south, using the excuse of training her teammates, to have a match with Wang Xue.

     The three paintings, each with a distinct style but the same protagonist, testified to Wang Xue’s painting skills and also to Wang Xue’s friendship with the chief survivor, Mi Wenjing.

     Fortunately, the subsequent works were no longer about Mi Wenjing. Among them was a landscape painting of Mount Emei, a zombie scene in a supermarket, and others were calligraphy and poems.

     The experts then noticed that Wang Xue’s calligraphy was also quite accomplished. It might not have been as good as her paintings, but it was certainly sufficient for her to be a modern soft-brush calligraphy teacher.

     Wang Xue’s poems were also very inspired, which the literary scholars praised endlessly, while the psychologists began to create psychological profiles of Wang Xue based on these poems.

     She also sent a gift of great historical value, namely some materials and genealogies of the Ji clan of the Zhou Dynasty, which would certainly be helpful for historical research.

     Oh, right, the “Xia Li Ba Ren” red seal on Wang Xue’s works was completely overlooked.

     …

     A moment later, two more messages appeared in the app forum’s private chat.

    Wang Xue:【Are you ready? The next gift is on its way.】 

     Customer service tool person:【Already prepared, thank you for your trouble.】 

     Three minutes later…

     ? ? ?

     Where’s the delivered gift?

     Amidst everyone’s questions, a loud “boom” sounded, with a formidable aura, instantly silencing the conference room.

     Due to Ye Mo’s array device not yet being successfully crafted, so far, the only thing that can preserve the original “spiritual energy” to the greatest extent is the survivor forum.

     The forum does not have an online recording function.

     This time, it was Wang Xue’s 100% live performance, and the instrument she played was the drum.

     Wang Xue’s initial drum performance was filled with murderous intent, seemingly without any melody, only increasingly rapid drumbeats, like ordinary enemy troops charging in on galloping horses.

     The survivors in the conference room were the most affected. Having experienced darkness and taken lives, their minds involuntarily filled with negative memories and dark thoughts, and they barely suppressed the violent energy within them through sheer willpower.

     The ordinary people, including the experts, fared slightly better, but they lacked the resilience of the special forces. As soon as the first expert went insane…

     Zhang Qihua, the leader watching behind the surveillance camera, quickly instructed other special forces to put on soundproof helmets and enter the conference room to rescue people. Although the power they felt through the current modern technology was greatly reduced, he still had the special forces go in with recording equipment.

     The notified special forces: …Is the base also in danger???

     A few seconds after entering the conference room, they understood why.

     After the number of experts leaving the conference room increased to seven, “dong dong…dong!” Wang Xue’s drumbeats suddenly shifted, drastically changing the style and becoming festive.

     It was as if people were still struggling in hell when suddenly they heard the joyous music of the Chinese New Year.

     Everyone’s inner thoughts: “F*ck!.”

     Using the same instrument, Wang Xue’s magical hands performed completely different feelings. The first half was a nightmare of depression, and the second half was a happy healing, even with a bit of foolishness and vulgarity.

     But upon close comparison, it’s not hard to see that Wang Xue’s war music is superior to her festive music.

     Her strongest suit is military music. The performance just now was hiding her true strength, not even reaching thirty percent. Her next best is hermit music, followed by lullabies, and lastly, other music, including festive tunes.

     A survivor, whose cold sweat hadn’t dried yet, went to open the door, letting the people who had left back in. Otherwise, they would really have nightmares every night for a month.

     In short, Wang Xue successfully made the Bureau understand what music is.

     Tool Customer Service: 【Xue Ji’s drum music is absolutely stunning! Both frightening and delightful, we admire you wholeheartedly.】 

     Wang Xue: 【It’s nothing, it’s nothing. Would you be interested in a whole set of music like that?】 

     “?”

     Everyone was still shaken by the drum music from before, reflexively wanting to refuse outright. Fortunately, many people rationally pulled themselves back in time.

   【Yes.】 

     After teasing a bit, Wang Xue explained:【Not just the music from before, but also Chu Ci, Qin Rhymes, National Style Han Fu, not just drums, but also the zither, se, sheng, bells, chimes, xiao, flute, chi, etc., each with its own effect, also one of Maria’s shop’s products, just not really accepting custom orders.】

     For some reason, many people in the Supernatural Investigation Bureau breathed a sigh of relief. They did indeed prefer more peaceful music.

      Music was just one of Wang Xue’s collaborative projects with the Supernatural Investigation Bureau there were many other forms of culture as well.

     For the Supernatural Investigation Bureau, it was an opportunity to both inherit and promote Chinese culture while strengthening their own capabilities. Since Wang Xue extended an olive branch, they accepted it.

     As for Wang Xue, besides allowing the Wang clan’s ancient culture to be passed down again, the Supernatural Investigation Bureau, as a national official organization, possessed immense power. They could obtain things that others might not be able to find.

     For example, the inheritance of ancient melodies.

     For example, ancient musical instruments.

     For example, old books unearthed from the tombs of Wang clan descendants.

     For example…

     These were all things Wang Xue coveted, and they could also increase her strength.

      A win-win situation for both sides.

     After reaching an initial consensus with Wang Xue, Deputy Director Zhang Qihua immediately called Director Ma Guotao, and together they arranged to report to their superiors that evening.

     The educational reforms required further revisions and additions!

     In addition, domestic associations such as the Calligraphy Association, Painting and Calligraphy Association, Cultural and Art Association, Classical Music Association, and I Ching Culture Association should also play their respective roles.

     ……

     On the other side, Wang Xue was not as carefree as she seemed when chatting with the Supernatural Investigation Bureau.

     The intense drumbeats from just now left more than just the Supernatural Investigation Bureau shaken; the real scene, Watson’s seaside villa, was also unfortunately caught in the crossfire.

     Shattered tempered glass was a minor issue, as were damaged soundproofing materials and broken appliances and furniture. The major problem was the sudden appearance of seabirds, sea fish, sea shrimp, and other marine life within a 300-meter radius of the villa, which could potentially have far-reaching effects.

     Through the empty window frame, Watson, with his exceptional eyesight, witnessed crabs and fish fighting, several dolphins and a sea lion battling their way from the sea onto the beach, and a small sea turtle slowly ambushing seabirds and dolphins during their aerial combat.

     “…”

     It was fortunate that his family was wealthy enough that there were no outsiders or ghosts present.

     Wang Xue was rarely embarrassed.

     Watson smiled gently and didn’t take it to heart at all. After dealing with the troublesome follow-up matters, he and Wang Xue took a few bottles of refined medicine to the beach.

     Observe animals and help them.

     Watson is a water-element mage, and his aura was very peaceful. He had always had a good rapport with animals, and various creatures seemed to find a sense of security in him, gathering around him affectionately.

     At that moment, the sun was setting.

     Wang Xue, struck by inspiration, casually picked up her phone, half-squatted, and snapped a photo of the scene in the distance. She immediately shared it with Ye Mo.

     Ye Mo, who had just finished processing a batch of documents in the basement, happened to see the message. She paused for a second from her busy work:【It’s a great shot, very beautiful.】