The elevator continued to rush up, up, and up, so fast that Andrew felt his face being stretched. Andrew's office is located in a building that is twelve stories high, and Andrews start from the second floor and go up, assuming each floor is nine feet high, and it should be about a hundred feet from the roof.

Before Andrew's heart could beat a few times, the elevator reached the top, breaking through the top axle and slamming into the roof of the elevator passage like a game of Hercules in a playground. The impact flattened the scorpion against the concrete wall, and the carapace crushed with a crisp crack, turning into a puddle of disembodied brown stains. Transparent gooey objects and magically created spirits splattered out of the flattened shell and fell into the elevator car.

Just then, Andrew and Hermione flew upwards, just in time to watch the paste drip down. Andrew covered Hermione with his body, between her and the roof, and Andrew's back hit the ceiling, and the force made Andrew feel dizzy. Andrew then fell back to the ground, limp on the floor, and groaned as Andrew pressed against Hermione.

Andrew froze on the ground for a moment. The scorpion died, and Andrew killed it, smashing it between the roof of the elevator and the elevator passage, and Andrew and Hermione were drenched in its ichor. Andrew saved Andrew's lives from this killing machine due to the disparity in strength.

But Andrew just couldn't shake off a certain unsettling feeling, and Andrew seemed to have forgotten something.

The elevator creaked, shook a little, and then slid back into the passage, and the powerful but short-lasting pillar of wind that had just pushed the elevator up was no longer supported, and Andrew fell all the way down. Andrew felt that the situation that Andrew had to face would not be much better than what had happened to the scorpion on the roof.

Now it's time for the bracelet to come in handy. Without hesitation, Andrew pulled Hermione towards Andrew and raised his shield beside him. Andrew only had a few seconds to focus and think - Andrew couldn't make the shield too fragile or too hard, or Andrew would still hit the inner wall of the shield as he did when the elevator fell to the ground. There must be a buffer zone, which must be elastic to counteract the huge impulse generated when the elevator hits the first floor.

It was pitch black, and time was running out. As Andrew wrapped the shield between Andrew and Hermione, the Andrew were standing in the center of the elevator, filled with layers upon layers of soft protection, semi-polymerized air molecules, and forms of force to disperse the impact. Andrew felt the pressure around him, as if Andrew had been stuffed into a large mass of polystyrene filling and then into a box.

Andrew's fall faster and faster, and Andrew felt the bottom of the elevator passage approaching. Then there was a loud bang, and Andrew held the shield with all his strength.

When Andrew opened his eyes again, Andrew was sitting in a shattered and ruined elevator, holding the weak and unconscious Hermione in his arms. The elevator door made a twisted, subtle clang, vibrating and opening.

Two emergency medics with first aid tools in hand stood outside the door staring at the elevator, also staring at Andrew and Hermione, dumbfounded on the spot. There was smoke and dust everywhere outside.

Andrew is still alive.

Andrew blinked, somewhat surprised. Andrew is still alive. Andrew looked at himself and looked at Andrew's arms and legs, all of which were still alive. Then Andrew raised his head to the sky and roared, opened his mouth wide and laughed hard, expressing the ecstasy in Andrew's heart.

"Take it, Philip the Shadowman!" shouted Andrew. "Hah, hah! If you have a kind, come again, you murderer! Andrew is going to string you up with Andrew's wand!"

While Andrew was still laughing maniacally, the emergency paramedics helped Andrew to his feet and helped Andrew and Hermione board the ambulance, they were already scared and didn't know what to ask. Andrew saw that both of them were looking at Andrew uneasily, and at the same time exchanged glances with each other, as if to say that they would give Andrew a needle or something when they had the chance, so that Andrew calmed down.

Andrew threw his fist into the sky, almost completely oblivious to or worried that Andrew's silver shield bracelet had turned into a twisted metal ring, and the energy that Andrew had poured into the bracelet had burned it into a circle of waste. "Andrew is better than you!Shadow Man!You're ready for Andrew to poke your ass--"

Emergency paramedics helped Andrew out of the door and into the rain. The raindrops that hit Andrew's face made Andrew stop his mouth and made Andrew the most sober creature in the world at the moment. Andrew suddenly remembered that Andrew still had a deputy handcuff on his wrist, and realized that Andrew couldn't use Philip's amulet against him in turn. Philip stayed well in his seaside mansion, and would attack Andrew whenever he had the chance—as long as the storm provided the strength he needed.

Andrew is still alive, and Hermione is still alive, but Andrew's triumphant attitude is really too naïve. Andrew shouldn't have celebrated at all, Andrew looked up at the sky.

Thunder rumbled, approaching gradually. Lightning streaked somewhere among the clouds, casting strange lights and ghostly shadows across the churning gloomy sky.

The storm is coming.

The raindrops fell heavily on Andrew's side, the kind of big, splashing raindrops you'd see in the spring. Even on rainy days, the air is cloudy and hot.

Andrew had to hurry up and think, turn Andrew's brain, calm down, without further ado. Andrew's hands were still handcuffed to her wrists by Hermione's handcuffs. Whenever a spell requires genetic material, magic summons spirits from all corners of the world, and our bodies are soaked with this foul-smelling, slimy spirit, and covered with dust. This stickiness doesn't last long – or in a few minutes it will simply fade away, disappear, and return to the world it originally existed in. But at this point, it's still a disgusting, slimy nasty thing.

But maybe this stuff will come in handy.

Andrew's palms were too wide, but Hermione had a pair of lady's hands, but her hands were calloused by dancing with knives and guns all day long. If she knew what Andrew was thinking, she would definitely scold Andrew Sand Pig and punch Andrew when she sobered up.

One of the emergency medics was speaking into a radio, while the other was beside Hermione, helping her and Andrew along. This is Andrew's only chance. Andrew bent over Hermione's petite frame, trying to block what Andrew wanted to do with his black coat. Andrew moved his hands and feet on her hands, squeezing her weak, slender fingers, trying to slide her palms out of the steel rim of the stainless steel handcuffs.

Her skin had been scraped off, causing her to moan loudly, but Andrew lifted the handcuffs from her wrists as Andrew and the emergency paramedic helped her to sit down next to the ambulance. Another emergency paramedic ran to the back of the ambulance to turn the door open, then flipped over the car. Andrew heard sirens from police cars and fire trucks coming from everywhere.

It seems that as long as Andrew is there, it will be a disaster.

"She was poisoned. Andrew told emergency paramedics. "She has a wound on her right upper arm or right shoulder, check it to see if there is a large amount of brown scorpion venom, you should find the serum. She needs a tourniquet and--"

"Dude. The emergency paramedic said impatiently. "I know what I'm supposed to do, what the hell is going on up there?"

"Don't mention it. Andrew replied as he glanced back at the building. Is it too late for the rain to get heavier?Will Andrew die before he arrives at the seaside mansion?

"You're bleeding. Emergency paramedics said as they stared at Hermione. Andrew looked down at Andrew's leg, and when Andrew saw the wound, he remembered that he was injured, and he was just starting to feel pain. The scorpion's claw gave Andrew a hard blow, and the sweatpants were torn open six inches long, and the wound inside was about the same size, jagged and painful. "Sit down. Emergency paramedics said. "I'll take care of it for you. He asked, frowning. "What's this thing on you?"

Andrew brushed the rain off his hair and combed it back. Another emergency medic came running with a tube of oxygen and a stretcher, and they were both busy handling Hermione. Her face was sometimes pale and sometimes blood-red, and she was limp like a wet bill, except that she would suddenly tremble, twitch, feel pain, and then look fine after a while.

It was Andrew who caused Hermione to become like this. It was Andrew's decision to hide something from her, forcing her to take direct action, which was to search Andrew's office. If Andrew had been more open and honest with her, maybe she wouldn't have been lying down like she is now. Andrew didn't want to leave her, Andrew didn't want to abandon her again, leaving her alone to die.

But Andrew left anyway. Before the medical personnel arrived, before the police began to question, before the emergency paramedics looked for Andrew and described to the police what Andrew looked like, Andrew turned back and left.

Andrew hated every deed he did. Andrew hated Andrew for leaving before he was sure if Hermione would survive the scorpion's stinger. Andrew hated his apartment and office being destroyed by demons, bugs, and magic.

Philip will attack Andrew when the storm gets stronger.

Andrew was a little excited when he thought about it and looked at the clouds in the sky. The storm came from the west and was now passing through the city center. It wasn't moving very fast, it was a huge churning thundercloud that would wreak havoc here for hours.

Philip's seaside mansion was to the south, near the shoreline, about thirty to forty miles in a straight line. As long as Andrew is fast enough, as long as Andrew has a car, he can get to the seaside mansion before the storm. Andrew can go to the seaside mansion and go directly to Philip to fight it alone.

Andrew cleaned his wand again, and dropped it when the scorpions attacked Andrew. Judging by Andrew's current impulsiveness, Andrew may accidentally blast the wall off as soon as he casts a spell. Andrew's hand driven by magic and anger could summon hundreds of pounds of scattered bricks, and Andrew didn't want to be crushed by them. Andrew's shield bracelet was also gone, and it had been burned away when it counteracted the impact of the falling elevator.

Andrew was also wearing Queen Anne's pentagonal amulet around his neck, the Charm of Order--- which prevented Andrew from losing his mind at this time and exploded directly---- which was a form of control that symbolized magic. Andrew's years of formal training as a fighter are still an advantage, and Andrew's experience in the duel of wills still prevails, and Andrew still sticks to his beliefs.

But that's all Andrew has to offer. Andrew played more tricks today than most wizards do in a week. At this time, the demons in the picture of hell have seen an opportunity, they are trying to seduce Andrew--- whether it is anger, lust, exhaustion, or anything else, these demons are sparing no effort to try to break through Andrew's control--- Andrew is angry at the same time, but also very tired, both in terms of magic and physiology. None of this could dampen Andrew's will, though.

The pain in his head didn't make Andrew retreat, it didn't discourage Andrew, and it didn't distract him every step of the way. The pain was like a flame in Andrew's consciousness, and when Andrew was engrossed, it burned more fiercely and purer, refining Andrew's anger and Andrew's hatred into something as hard and sharp as steel. Andrew felt the pain burning, and Andrew impatiently reached into it, flipping over the pain and stimulating Andrew's incandescent rage.

Philip the Shadow Man had to pay for the people he had hurt, for Hermione and the rest of the dead. Of course, revenge is the only common goal of Andrew and the demons in his body at this time, and Andrew easily got the support of the demons--- they provided more magic to ensure that Andrew would not faint directly due to excessive fatigue----- Andrew accepted. Until Andrew catches this guy and gives him a taste of what a real wizard can be, Andrew won't back down.

The bar was full of people, each of the thirteen chairs in front of the bar was full, each of the thirteen tables was full of people, and even each of the thirteen pillars carved with devil's stories was full of people.

The smoke from the pipes filled the air with a cloud of smoke, which was disturbed by the slowly swirling fan blades on the obsidian ceiling. The lights were dim, candles burning on the walls and on the tables, and the gray glow of the storm outside peeked through the windows. The light makes the carvings on the wooden pillars dim and mysterious, and the shadows change subtly.

The unmanned band sings the saxophone as the protagonist today, and the low and melodious music is like a dim light moaning a mysterious woman, which makes people think about it.

All the boards had been taken out and placed on the table, but Andrew sensed that the people who were playing and watching chess were just trying to take their minds away from something that was bothering them.

When Andrew walked in the door and walked down the stairs, dripping rain and bits of blood onto the floor, they all turned their heads to look directly at Andrew. The whole room was quite and quiet.