Chapter 514

Appearance of the Aurora

Ten minutes ago.

Guest Room.

Yang Xiao sat cross-legged on the bed, his phone placed right in the center before him. Bright lights filled every corner of the room. He stared at the phone in front of him, deep in thought.

"Chen Ling and I can both sense magnetic fields... Then theoretically, what he can do, I should be able to do too..."

"But how to do it?"

"I can sense the surrounding magnetic field, but I can't precisely control electronic devices or interfere with communication signals like him... Is it because my Spiritual Power is still too weak?"

Yang Xiao closed his eyes and concentrated completely on mobilizing the surrounding magnetic field, trying to control his phone to unlock automatically...

But in the end, his phone screen only flickered between light and dark, like a poor connection. At times it was close to extinguishing, and at other times it was blindingly bright. As a faint sound of electric current flashed past, the phone screen instantly plunged into pitch blackness.

Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment. He immediately picked up the phone with both hands and tried hard to turn it on, but it was completely unresponsive like holding a brick... Its battery had completely burned out.

A look of heartache surfaced on Yang Xiao's face.

He threw the phone aside and walked back and forth in the room, sighing repeatedly. Right at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the window, where several sneaky figures flashed past downstairs.

"Hm?"

Yang Xiao immediately became alert. His entire body hid beside the wall, secretly looking downwards.

Those were eight figures dressed in black. They split into four groups and dispersed along the outer wall, seeming to be looking for a gateway to enter the museum. Two of them pointed at the side door downstairs, pulled out guns from their clothes, and walked in silently.

"Assassins found their way here?" Seeing this scene, Yang Xiao's gaze instantly turned solemn.

Yang Xiao witnessed the entire process of the assassins infiltrating. At this moment, he should also be the first person in the entire museum to sense the arrival of danger. He immediately went to fish out his phone to call Chen Ling, but seeing the "brick" emitting black smoke on the bed, the corners of his mouth twitched crazily.

Yang Xiao decisively gave up on this idea. He swiftly pushed the door open and rushed out of his room, preparing to tell Su Zhiwei and the others this news so they could evacuate as soon as possible. But just as he walked to the top of the stairs, he heard footsteps stepping on the wooden boards of the stairs, approaching the second floor with creaking sounds.

It's an assassin?!

Yang Xiao's brain operated at high speed. He immediately changed direction and prepared to go downstairs from the other side. But immediately after, he heard the crisp sound of a bullet being loaded into the chamber coming from the stairs on that side.

"Two people coming up from two different stairs... Are they trying to block all the exits and catch turtles in a jar?"

The guest rooms were located in a separate wing on the east side of the museum. There was only one straight corridor on the second floor with ten rooms. The stairs down on both the left and right sides were blocked. Yang Xiao was forced helplessly to retreat back into his own room. If he continued to stand in the corridor, the moment the two assassins stepped onto the second floor, they would see him at first glance.

Yang Xiao had just closed the door behind him when one of the assassins stepped onto the second floor. His gaze swept coldly across this floor, exchanged a glance with the assassin who walked up to the second floor on the other side, and nodded slightly.

At this moment, the two assassins also discovered that this entire building seemed to be guest rooms. Since this was the case, there was a very high possibility that Su Zhiwei lived here. Their eyes were incomparably bright.

They started from both sides, searching the rooms one by one. The guns in their hands were pointed forward at all times, and their gazes vigilantly swept across the surroundings. Their movements were incomparably skilled, as if they had done this many times before. They didn't miss a single corner in the rooms.

Bang—

Bang—

Bang—

The muffled sound of doors being broken open rang out from the corridor, and Yang Xiao's heart beat wildly.

Right now, Chen Ling hadn't returned yet, and Su Zhiwei went for her evening breathing exercises. He was the only person on the entire floor... Going on like this, they would eventually break into this room, and he would definitely die without a doubt.

"No... I can't just sit and wait for death."

Yang Xiao maintained his breathing rhythm to calm himself down quickly. His gaze swept across the surroundings, seemingly thinking of a countermeasure to Break the Deadlock... Eventually, his gaze locked onto the light bulb overhead.

Lights... light rays??

Yang Xiao's eyes lit up. His gaze swept across this brightly lit museum, and an idea welled up in his heart.

"This is the only way, hopefully it can buy them a little time."

Yang Xiao hid behind the door. The sound of doors breaking continuously came from both sides, and it seemed they would very soon arrive at the room he was in. He slowly closed his eyes, using all his consciousness to sense the surrounding magnetic field, and the light bulb overhead gradually became the phone battery from just now to him...

Sense, touch, control, and then...

Bzz—

Bzz bzz bzz bzz—!!

A faint sound of electric current rang out overhead. In the next moment, the lighting in the entire museum suddenly became blindingly bright. With a soft sound, all the lights overloaded and short-circuited!

Crack!

The entire museum was suddenly plunged into pitch blackness.

The sudden darkness made the two assassins searching the guest rooms pause, and their movements also stopped simultaneously. They unconsciously gripped the guns in their hands tighter.

If just now they could wantonly search relying on the weapons in their hands, now that their vision was plunged into pitch blackness, their situation suddenly became unknown... They had to slow down their movements and use more energy to confirm the surrounding environment, like being in an unknown dark jungle.

"It succeeded..." Yang Xiao muttered to himself.

This attempt made him vaguely grasp something, and his understanding of the magnetic field around him seemed to have become different...

In the darkness, Yang Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and wisps of faint light surged in his pupils. He subconsciously raised his hands, lightly grasping something in the void.

"Damn it, why is there a sudden power outage?" an assassin cursed in a low voice outside the door.

"I don't know... Could it be a problem on the others' side?"

"Do you feel like there's an earthquake?"

"This isn't an earthquake, didn't you hear the sound coming from the main entrance? The shaking seems to be coming from there."

"The main entrance? Isn't that... What exactly is happening??"

"In any case, hurry up and find Su Zhiwei first. How many rooms have you searched on your side?"

"Four, what about you?"

"I'm searching the fifth... There's only the last one left unsearched."

While speaking, the two arrived in front of Yang Xiao's door and simultaneously aimed their guns at the dark doorway before them. One of them kicked hard, and the door was kicked open with a thud.

The light feeling under his foot made that assassin pause, and he immediately shouted:

"This door isn't locked, it's open!"

The two raised their guns simultaneously, aiming into the dim room. Borrowing the hazy dim light outside the window, they could barely see the outline of a figure standing by the window. His hands were raised, as if he was gripping something in the void.

In the next moment, embroidery needles floated up from the window behind him, suspended in the air amidst the misty night rain. Besides that, there were also a large number of Scissors, Table Knives, and even rusty metal fragments...

In front of the window, that dim figure slowly opened his eyes. A pair of pupils surging with faint aurora coldly stared at the two.