The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Gentle and slow jazz wafts through the room.

Aaliyah was sitting on the green sofa with her legs slumped, with a cup of coffee with milk on the small table by her hand.

A book was spread out on her lap.

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

But today...

Sean and Olivia were not at home, she was alone.

Lying in bed tossing and turning, 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 squinting eyes that mock the world...

Holding her legs, Arya frowned: "Sean and Olivia...Are they all right?"

——

Olivia realized that 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 copper bone umbrella and let yourself fall slower.

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

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

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

The pianist opened his sweaty fists and began to play "Wind" regardless of his spiritual energy consumption.

In front of him there was a light, and the strong wind from the piano score suddenly rose, facing the sudden storm...

Because the suffocation caused by the wind pressure temporarily stopped, Sean and his party returned to a brief silence.

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

Then, to make sure the lonely maiden wouldn't be blown away again, he took her in his arms.

Sean, who was busy connecting the spirits together and using the group spirit to supply the moonlight to play, just stared resolutely ahead.

The girl Bingzhu, who was unaware that she was in her arms, was staring at herself with slightly widened red pupils.

Another reader, protecting me?

Silver hair and drooping eyes, she could feel the warmth of his chest and steady beating heart on her side face.

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

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

If Moonlight is used to resist the storm, the output power is too high, and within two minutes, the spiritual power of their entire team will be completely consumed.

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? !

The spiritual power plummeted like the water level of an ebb tide.

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

Find a way, Sean!

The emptiness that the spiritual power was quickly extracted hit the spirits of the three of Sean, Father Taro felt a little dizzy, and held his forehead with his hand.

In Sean's arms, Olivia saw the New Testament reporter thinking with all her might—

He opened his eyes slightly, his eyes obviously not falling on any focus.

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

Sean, who was immersed in rapid thinking, flashed various information and clues in front of his eyes.

The newspaper articles I have read, all the magical techniques I know, and everything that I can use around...

For no reason, Daisy's appearance suddenly appeared in his mind.

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

Benjamin's "Sleek" car.

Newlander's best-selling luxury car in 1924.

Benjamin's automotive engineer Paul Bell, after synthesizing his predecessors' exploration of "streamlined" cars, designed a model that was enthusiastically sought after as soon as it was launched.

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

Because it utilizes its own streamlined surface, it greatly reduces "wind resistance".

"The smallest wind resistance..." Sean's soul seemed to have crawled out from the depths of his mind, and his eyes became full of spirit again, "Let the wind flow..."

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

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

His hand stretched forward abruptly, and the power of "Enable All Things" made all the floor tiles in front float up, as if an explosion had occurred underground, and the moment the floor tiles were lifted by the air wave, time froze.

"Hooking structure..." Sean muttered, transforming the edges of the floor tiles into grooves, and then connecting them together like chains...

Soon, he completed a strangely shaped "sanctuary".

From the appearance, it looks like water droplets spliced ​​by floor tiles.

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

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

call! call!

The storm battered in vain against the gentle **** of the floor tiles—the stronger the wind, the tighter they hooked.

The passing wind roared in the rear, seemingly annoyed by the cunning and cowardice of humans...

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

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

Sean swallowed.

So, this secret room is a trap that exploits the wind...

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

"The wind won't stop for a while." Sean said, surrounded by the roar of the wind and the crisp sound of the floor tiles colliding.

The spiritual power required to maintain this sanctuary is much smaller than that of Moonlight's hard-carrying piano music, but the consumption still exists.

Sean continued to use the power of the Indestructible God King to continuously lift the floor tiles in front of him, forming a continuous slope...

They hid in the streamlined shelter and made their way to the entrance step by step - looking like mice advancing under the carpet.

When approaching the entrance, the green halo emanating from Sean's palm clearly became weaker.

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

Finally, the **** formed by the floor tiles was connected to the entrance, and a group of people filed in. Sean, who finally returned to the corridor, turned around and blocked the entrance, isolating the excessive wind noise.

It was as if the blizzard had escaped into the wooden house, and after closing the door, the whistling wind instantly diminished.

Sitting on the ground, Sean and the others were all gasping for breath.

Father Taylor drew a diamond shape on his chest~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and recited something with his fingers clasped together.

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

Moonlight clapped her hands and smiled, and was excited about the rest of her life.

"Shh..." Sean's eyes turned nervously from side to side and raised a finger to signal his teammates to be quiet.

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

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, they all heard it.

footsteps. It is 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 mask clearly stood inside the door, standing coldly.

Sean gritted his teeth - at this moment they have no spiritual power.