Gentle and slow jazz floats in the room.

Aaliyah sat on the green sofa with her legs shrunk, a cup of coffee with milk on the small table in hand.

A book is open on her lap.

It was ten o'clock at night, and by this time Aaliyah Dickinson had usually been asleep for an hour.

But today...

Sean and Olivia were not home, she was alone.

Lying in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, I had to sit up and read a book, and simply made a cup of coffee.

For no reason, the poetess just felt a palpitation and looked out the window.

A crescent moon hangs alone, like narrowed eyes mocking the world...

Hugging her legs, Alia frowned: "Sean and Olivia...Are they all right?"

—

Olivia realized she was about to fall.

She first activated the power of the scarab brooch and forcibly adjusted her posture in the air.

Then prepare to open the copper bone umbrella and let yourself fall more slowly.

In the air, she suddenly felt something entangled her ankle.

Looking down, the ectoplasm tentacles had a crimson color that only she could distinguish.

"Moonlight, help me block the wind!" The storm shattered Sean's voice.

The pianist opened his sweaty fists and began to play "The 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, facing the sudden storm...

The suffocation caused by the wind pressure temporarily stopped, and Xiao En and his party returned to the brief tranquility.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sean pulled Olivia back from the abyss...

Then, just to make sure the lonely teenage girl wasn't blown away again, he took her in his arms.

Xiao En, who was busy linking the spirit matter together and supplying the moonlight performance with group spirit power, just looked forward with firm eyes.

Unaware that the candle-holding girl in her arms was staring at her with slightly dilated red pupils.

Reader again, protecting me?

With silver hair and drooping eyelids, she felt the temperature of his chest and his steady beating heart from the side of her face.

"Xiao En!" Moonlight's eyes were full of murderous intent, as if he was in a duel with the storm, "This way the spiritual power is consumed too quickly!"

Even if the pianist didn't remind him, Sean was aware of the problem—

If Moonlight were to use zither music to resist the storm, the spiritual power of their entire team would be consumed within two minutes due to the high output power.

And they couldn't move an inch, and they had no chance to return to the entrance that was nearly 20 meters away...

what to do? !

Spiritual power plummeted like the water level at ebb tide.

If nothing is done, they will all be blown into the abyss in a hundred seconds!

Do something, Sean!

The emptiness from the rapid extraction of spiritual power impacted the spirits of Xiao En and the three of them. Father Taylor felt a little dizzy, and held his forehead with his hands.

In Sean's arms, Olivia saw the New Testament reporter thinking hard—

His eyes widened slightly, and his eyes obviously did not fall on any focus.

There is only one minute left before the spiritual power is exhausted.

Sean, who was immersed in extremely fast thinking, saw various information and clues flashing before his eyes.

The newspaper articles I have read, all the magical arts I know, and even everything that can be used around me...

For no reason, the appearance of Daisy suddenly appeared in my mind.

"See you, Sean..." The black fur scarf made her face more beautiful, and with the help of the driver, Daisy got into her car—

Benjamin's "streamlined" car.

In 1924 Newlander was the best selling luxury model.

Paul Bell, an engineer of Benjamin Automobile Industry, synthesized the exploration of "streamlined" cars by his predecessors, and designed a model that was enthusiastically sought after once it was launched.

Not only the fuel consumption is reduced, but the acceleration is also improved.

Because it uses its own streamlined surface, the "wind resistance" is greatly reduced.

"The smallest wind resistance..." Sean's soul seemed to crawl out from the depths of his mind, his eyes became bright again, "Let the wind flow..."

"Sean, I can't hold it anymore!" After playing "The Darkest", Moonlight's physical strength has not yet fully recovered.

"I'm going to make a streamlined slope!" Sean said loudly, "You hold on for another five seconds!"

He stretched his hand forward suddenly, and the power of "serving all things" caused all the floor tiles in front of him to float, as if an explosion had occurred underground, and the moment the floor tiles were lifted by the air wave, time froze.

"Connection structure..." Xiao En muttered, transforming the edges of the floor tiles into grooves, and then connecting one by one, like chains, hooking together...

Soon, he completed a "shelter" with a strange shape.

From the appearance, it looks like a drop of water spliced ​​by floor tiles.

While pushing Olivia and Father Tyro into the shelter, Sean shouted, "Moonlight, hide in!"

The pianist finished playing, the storm burst like a flood, and the moonlight staggered into the shelter...

call! call!

The tempest was pounding in vain on the gentle slopes of the tiles—the stronger the wind, the tighter they clung together.

The passing wind roared behind, seeming annoyed at the cunning and cowardice of humans...

The four of them hid in the "cave" made of floor tiles and were safe for the time being.

So... those marks on the ground were caused by the storm.

Sean swallowed.

So, this chamber is a trap that exploits the wind...

Although the consumption of spiritual power was huge... Sean was still relieved: Anyway, they all survived.

"The wind will not stop for a while." Xiao En said, surrounded by the roar of the wind and the crisp sound of the floor tiles colliding.

The spiritual power required to maintain this refuge is much smaller than that of Moonlight using piano music, but the consumption still exists.

Xiao En 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...

They hid in the streamlined shelter and walked towards the entrance step by step-looking like mice advancing under the carpet.

When approaching the entrance, the green halo emitted by Sean's palm became obviously weaker.

The total spiritual power of the team is close to the verge of exhaustion.

Finally, the **** formed by the floor tiles was connected to the entrance, and a group of people entered in a file. Finally, Xiao En, who returned to the corridor, turned around and blocked the entrance, blocking the excessively rampant wind noise.

It was like escaping into the wooden house in a blizzard, and after closing the door, the whistling wind instantly became quieter.

Sitting down on the ground, Sean and the others were panting with exhaustion.

Father Taylor drew a rhombus on his chest ~lightnovelpub.net~ and chanted something while clasping his fingers.

Olivia stood, alert to the danger that still might appear.

Moonlight clapped his hands and laughed, and was excited about the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

"Shh..." Sean's eyes turned left and right nervously, and he raised a finger to signal his teammates to be quiet.

The three stopped making sounds at the same time, and all looked at Sean.

Just about to ask, they all heard it.

footsteps. It was the sound of human footsteps.

Before Sean's team was ready, not far behind, the door leading to the entrance was pushed open.

Several explorers who couldn't see the masks stood in the door, standing coldly.

Sean gritted his teeth—they had no spiritual power at this moment.

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