It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 575 Whatever

"Face?" Feng Ling replied irritably, "It's nothing, it'll heal on its own in a while anyway."

She felt her psychological trauma was more severe than her physical injuries.

Huang Yi stepped forward and said, "We placed a tracker on the kite to track its movements in real time. After tracking the signal to the vicinity of the Lut Desert, we found abnormal thunderclouds in the sky above the desert. Therefore, we deduced that a maze here had just been breached, and we organized personnel to come in and investigate."

Huang Yi turned to the side and introduced the team members behind him: "They are inspectors carefully selected by the General Administration of Supervision, who are in charge of foreign affairs, have United Nations certification, and are international security envoys."

The team members looked serious and were all very solemn.

I was very excited, finally having the chance to meet such an important person up close.

Feng Ling, her face mangled and bloody, greeted everyone: "Hello~"

The team members quickly responded, "Hello, hello, hello..."

Huang Yi glanced at the team members behind him, then looked at Feng Ling and said, "Go to the plane to treat your injuries. I'm taking the team to investigate the core area of ​​the maze and carry out the mission assigned by the research institute."

He pointed to a backpack on a team member's back and said, "It contains instruments that were rushed over from a domestic chartered plane and are required to be placed in the core area of ​​the maze to collect data."

“But if the maze boss dies, the maze will disappear immediately,” Feng Ling said.

"Yes, so we need to hurry." Huang Yi gestured to the team members, and they immediately set off.

“Go this way,” Feng Ling pointed out to them. “There’s a tunnel in the ruins ahead that leads directly to the Maze Boss’s lair.”

"Thanks, I'll contact you later." Huang Yi said to Feng Ling, "There are many things I need to discuss with you in detail about the Star Society and this maze."

"Okay..." Feng Ling replied weakly.

After Huang Yi and his team disappeared into the rain, Feng Ling told Ye Zheng to grab the little boy, and then they all boarded the helicopter together.

"Where's Li Qing? I need to ask him something." Feng Ling glanced around the military helicopter and saw no one except for the two pilots in the cockpit.

Ye Zheng reached under the seat and pulled out a soft, mushy object, handing it over. "Here, when you fall asleep, you're like a dead person."

“All mustelids are like that.” Feng Ling took it and shook it, but it wouldn’t wake up.

Ye Zheng frowned and said, "He's probably too tired. His body was damaged by the meteor and is unusable. After that, he was on edge for a long time because you went missing. He just fell asleep not long ago."

Upon learning that Li Qing's body had been destroyed, Feng Ling pursed her lips, a chill creeping into her eyes.

Ye Zheng hesitated for a moment before speaking again: "Meteor... she killed all the administrators I brought out of the General's Mansion."

Feng Ling snorted coldly: "Meteor has really done quite a few good deeds."

“I thought her target was the messenger, but I didn’t expect her to use a feint. Her real goal was to kill all the administrators.” Ye Zheng paused and emphasized, “especially the twelve senior administrators.”

“It’s alright. As long as this child is in our hands, Meteor will come to us sooner or later.” Feng Ling looked at the little boy huddled in the corner. “This guy is the administrator of the Mother Nest Maze, one of the twelve senior administrators.”

The little boy timidly looked up at them, then quickly lowered his head again, shrinking himself into a ball as much as possible, showing none of the arrogance he had displayed at the general's mansion.

Ye Zheng frowned, noticing that the boy's pupils looked odd. "Is his eye injured?"

"I don't know, whatever, as long as they're not dead." Feng Ling didn't care whether the other person was healthy or not; she only wanted to know one thing: why she had seen those scenes.

The weasel in my hand finally woke up slowly. When it saw Feng Ling, it jumped up happily and kept squeaking.

Seeing this, Feng Ling's gloomy mood improved slightly. But soon a new trouble arose.

"If you don't have a human form, you can't speak. How will we communicate in the future?" Feng Ling stared at the weasel in her hand. "Hey, can you write? You can type too."

The weasel took out a tablet from its backpack compartment and squatted on Feng Ling's lap to type.

Fortunately, mustelids have fairly dexterous claws, and after some effort, the weasel finally managed to type out a complete sentence—

What happened to your face?

Feng Ling rolled her eyes. "You two are obsessed with looks, aren't you? You're both so concerned about my face! My face was shot by an arrow from a monster that can control skeletons. The arrowhead has a corrosive effect, so the wound is healing slowly! I don't care about this little injury at all!"

Ye Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth and sat down opposite her, saying, "You may not care, but when you speak loudly, bits of rotten flesh from your face keep falling onto the plane. You should take care of it."

There was an emergency medical kit nearby, and Ye Zheng took out a roll of gauze and handed it over.

Feng Ling felt very embarrassed and angrily picked up the gauze and wrapped it around half of her head.

The weasel wrote on the tablet again:

'77 Knows Everything'

“77? What is 77?” Feng Ling asked.

Ye Zheng said, "It's another administrator who escaped from the General's Mansion. He looks like a parrot and can talk. Huang Yi arranged for people to escort No. 77 and the administrator of the Underworld Maze back to China for key protection. Once we leave here, we can apply to have a video call with No. 77."

Feng Ling frowned. "I understand. Let's talk about this after we leave the maze."

Anyway, there's no rush.

Thunder rumbled across the sky, and the rain continued to pour down.

Feng Ling and Ye Zheng waited on the plane for about half an hour before Huang Yi and his team finally returned, carrying a crystal coffin with great effort.

There wasn't enough space inside the helicopter, so they folded up all the seats to finally fit the coffin inside.

Huang Yi said, "It was full of sand inside, everything was buried by sand. We only found this coffin, which we can take back to the research institute for research purposes."

The weasel lit up its tablet computer in front of Huang Yi:
It's a rare item.

"That's strange, they actually designed a coffin as a prop," Feng Ling asked. "What's the use of this prop?"

The weasel struggled to type.

Claws can't compare to human fingers, and they made frequent mistakes. After some editing, they finally typed out two words: hibernation.

Feng Ling found it amusing. "What kind of function is this? Who would want to go into hibernation for no reason? How crazy."

The weasel scratched its head and continued typing diligently:
"The injuries are too severe to treat, but the patient can be kept alive temporarily."

"Whatever, I definitely won't need it." Feng Ling looked at Huang Yi and urged, "Can we set off now? Find a place with a signal, I need to talk to Number 77, whom you are protecting."

Huang Yi nodded slightly and turned to give instructions to the pilot in front of him.

The armed helicopter slowly took off and flew away from the desert.

(End of this chapter)