Gentle, slow jazz music floats in the room.
Aaliyah was sitting on the green sofa with her legs curled up. On the small table at her hand was a cup of coffee with milk.
A book lay open in her lap.
It was already ten o'clock at night, and usually at this time, Arya Dickinson would have been asleep for an hour.
But today...
Sean and Olivia weren't home, so she was alone.
I lay in bed tossing and turning, so I had to sit up, read a book, and make a cup of coffee.
For no reason, the poetess just felt a palpitation in her heart and looked out the window.
A crescent moon hangs alone, like eyes that are narrowed and mocking the world...
Aaliyah hugged her legs and frowned: "Sean and Olivia...are they okay?"
——
Olivia realized she was about to fall.
She first used the power of the scarab brooch to forcefully adjust her posture in the air.
Then prepare to open the bronze umbrella to let yourself fall slower.
In the air, she suddenly felt her ankle being entangled with something.
Looking down, the ectoplasmic tentacles had a crimson color that only she could distinguish.
"Moonlight, help me block the wind!" The storm tore Sean's voice into pieces.
The pianist opened his sweaty fists and began to play "Wind" regardless of the consumption of spiritual energy.
There was a bright light in front of him, and the strong wind from the music score suddenly rose up, confronting the sudden storm...
Because the suffocation caused by the wind pressure temporarily stopped, Sean and his party returned to a brief tranquility.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sean pulled Olivia back from the abyss...
Then, just to make sure the lonely girl wouldn't be blown away again, he took her in his arms.
Sean, who was busy connecting the ectoplasms together and providing the moonlight performance with collective spiritual power, just looked ahead resolutely.
He had no idea that the girl holding the candle in her arms was staring at him with slightly widened red eyes.
Reader again, protecting me?
With silver hair and lowered eyes, she felt the warmth of his chest and the steady beating of his heart from the side of her face.
"Sean!" Moonlight's eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if he was dueling with Storm, "This consumes spiritual energy too quickly!"
Even if the pianist didn't remind him, Sean was aware of this problem——
If Yue Guang were allowed to use piano music to resist the storm, the output power would be too high, and within two minutes, their entire team's spiritual energy would be completely consumed.
And being unable to move forward, they had no chance to return to the entrance, which was still nearly twenty meters away...
what to do? !
The spiritual power plummeted like the water level of the ebbing tide.
If nothing is done, they will all be blown into the abyss in one hundred seconds!
Figure it out, Sean!
The sense of emptiness caused by the rapid extraction of spiritual energy impacted the spirits of Sean and the three of them. Father Taylor felt a little dizzy and held his forehead with his hand.
In Sean's arms, Olivia saw the New Testament reporter thinking hard——
He opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes were obviously not focused on anything.
There is only one minute left before the spiritual power is exhausted.
Sean was immersed in rapid thinking, with all kinds of information and clues flashing before his eyes.
The newspaper articles I have read, all the magical arts I know, and even everything around me that can be used...
For no reason, Daisy's appearance suddenly appeared in my mind.
"See you later, Sean..." The black fur scarf made her face more charming. With the help of the driver, Daisy got into her car——
Benjamin's "streamlined" car.
In 1924, Newland was the best-selling luxury model.
Paul Bell, an engineer at Benjamin Automotive Industry, combined the exploration of his predecessors on "streamlined" cars and designed a model that was enthusiastically sought after once it was launched.
Not only is fuel consumption reduced, but acceleration is also improved.
Because it uses its streamlined surface to greatly reduce "wind resistance".
"The smallest wind resistance..." Sean's soul seemed to crawl out from the depths of his mind, and his eyes became bright again, "Let the wind flow..."
"Sean, I can't hold it anymore!" After playing "Darkest", Moonlight's physical strength had not yet fully recovered.
"I'm going to make a streamlined slope!" Sean shouted, "Just hold on for five more seconds!"
His hand suddenly stretched forward, and the power of "manipulating all things" caused all the floor tiles in front of him to float, as if there was an explosion underground, and the moment the floor tiles were lifted up by the air waves, time froze.
"Connecting structure..." Sean muttered, transforming the edges of the floor tiles into grooves, and then connecting them one by one, like chains...
Soon, he completed a "shelter" with a strange shape.
From the appearance, it looks like water drops made of floor tiles.
While pushing Olivia and Father Taylor into the shelter, Sean shouted: "Moonlight, hide in quickly!"
The pianist finished playing, the storm burst like a flood, and the moonlight staggered into the shelter...
call! call!
The storm struck in vain against the gentle slope formed by the floor tiles - the stronger the wind, the tighter they became.
The passing wind roared behind, seemingly angry at human beings' cunning and cowardice...
The four of them hid in the "cave" made of floor tiles and were temporarily safe.
So...those marks on the ground were caused by the storm.
Sean swallowed.
So, this secret room is a trap that uses the wind...
Although the spiritual energy consumption was huge... Sean still breathed a sigh of relief: At least, they all survived.
"This wind will not stop for a while." Sean said, surrounded by the roar of the wind and the crisp sound of the collision of floor tiles.
The amount of spiritual power required to maintain this shelter is much smaller than Moonlight's effort to perform music, but the consumption is still there.
Sean continued to use the power of the Immortal God King to continuously lift up the floor tiles in front of him, forming a continuous slope shape...
The group of them hid in the streamlined shelter and walked towards the entrance step by step - looking like mice moving under the carpet.
As he approached the entrance, the green halo emanating from Sean's palms became obviously weaker.
The team's total spiritual power is close to exhaustion.
Finally, the slope formed by the floor tiles connected with the entrance, and a group of people filed in. Finally, Sean, who returned to the corridor, turned around and blocked the entrance, blocking out the excessive wind noise.
It was like escaping into a wooden house during a blizzard. After closing the door, the howling wind suddenly became quieter.
Falling to the ground, Sean and the others gasped out of exhaustion.
Father Taylor drew a rhombus on his chest and recited something with his fingers clasped together.
Olivia stood, wary of any danger that might still arise.
Moonlight clapped her hands and smiled, feeling excited about the aftermath of the disaster.
"Shh..." Sean's eyes turned left and right nervously, and he raised a finger to signal his teammates to be quiet.
The three of them stopped making sounds at the same time and looked at Sean.
Just as he was about to ask, they all heard him.
Footsteps. It's the sound of human footsteps.
Before Sean's team was ready, not far behind them, the door leading to the entrance was pushed open.
Several explorers whose masks could not be seen clearly stood inside the door, standing coldly.
Sean gritted his teeth - they had no spiritual power at this moment.
