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

Chapter 602: Deadlock
"You mean the abyss of the underworld?"

The witch immediately realized that she had also played a part in sending the meteor to the underworld and imprisoning him.

“That’s right, it’s that underworld labyrinth,” Meteor said. “The mechanism of this labyrinth is very special. There are no pollutants, but it can steal the life energy of intruders invisibly. Back then, the doctor entered the labyrinth every five days to prolong my life. If she didn’t come in on time, I would fall into a coma on the sixth day, enter a state of suspended animation on the seventh day, and die completely on the eighth day.”

"In other words, we need to kill the dwarf sheep on the seventh day after entering the Underworld, not too early, not too late." The drunkard frowned and thought for a moment, but still couldn't figure it out. "...But the problem is back to square one. The dwarf sheep was taken away by the hidden boss, and the administrator of the Underworld labyrinth is not in our hands. How are we supposed to execute this plan?"

Meteor said, "The player who swapped bodies with me is trapped in the Underworld Maze. When Wind Feather goes to rescue her, that will be our chance to act."

The witch's expression immediately became subtle, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Meteor noticed and asked, "Isn't she in the maze anymore?"

"We originally planned to move her to the warehouse, but she escaped halfway there," the witch said sheepishly. "At the time, we didn't pay much attention. As you know, that body has a pigeon bell on it, so even if she escapes to the ends of the earth, the messenger can still find her. So the messenger casually issued a bounty, asking nearby players to capture her, but we failed to catch her. Now... her whereabouts are unknown."

The drunkard sneered from the side, "The messenger is dead, and all the pigeon bells are no longer working. This is really great."

Meteor wasn't too surprised; this was in line with the messenger's style. However, this meant she had to rethink her ideas, as all her original assumptions were no longer valid.

“We need to keep in touch with the poet; his abilities are very important to us,” Meteor said thoughtfully to the witch. “Tell the poet about our plans to deal with the dwarf sheep. Unless he doesn’t care about being reincarnated, he will definitely come looking for us.”

"Understood." The witch opened the virtual screen and sent another message to the poet, her mood heavy.

Meteor looked at the drunkard and asked, "Any news about the hidden boss?"

The drunkard shook his head. "Yesterday's news was about her attending a press conference, but I haven't seen any news about her today."

At this point, the drunkard couldn't help but complain: "She actually released so many cards at the press conference, at least a hundred or so, right? I've never seen a squirrel that can store a hundred cards!"

Meteor looked somewhat bewildered. "Yes... the capacity of the Squirrel card is closely related to the level of the main card. The higher the level of the main card, the larger the capacity of the Squirrel. And her main card is the Abyss card."

"She has a squirrel weapon, and the usual squirrel-themed explosives strategy is ineffective against her. How do we deal with her? Are we just going to fight her head-on?" The drunkard was extremely troubled. "This is terrible! How can a hidden boss have a squirrel weapon?"

The witch said in a cool tone, "She breached a deep labyrinth in the park, and the dwarf sheep felt threatened, so he sent a messenger to send squirrels to ambush her, only to be killed."

"You guys are really something." The drunkard gave the witch a thumbs up, indicating his admiration.

"Stop being sarcastic with me. If you were in that situation, and the hidden boss came to your territory and even eliminated the Abyss Boss, what would you do?" the witch said irritably. "In that situation, we couldn't assemble a strong team, so using the squirrel was the best option. I don't know why, but it didn't work."

The drunkard smirked, "No wonder it's completely different from the Abyss Mother Nest before. Now that guy has both Squirrel Cards and Abyss Cards inside him. The old methods are no match for him. Even the strongest boss only has one card, but that guy has a whole deck inside him! How are we supposed to kill him? Isn't this too much of a bug?"

The witch snorted, "Doesn't this game have enough bugs already? I don't know what the people in the upper city are doing. The game has been malfunctioning for so long, and they still haven't fixed it."

"Now we're in a dead end. The resurrected Mother Nest, the escaped bishop, and the missing body of the meteor... sigh..." The drunkard couldn't help but sigh.

Meteor remained silent for a long time, seemingly stumped by the situation before him.

The drunkard asked her, "Shooting Star, do you have a solution?"

“I’m not sure…” Meteor replied softly, “Perhaps we lack a chance to turn the tide.”

………… ……

"Amir, what are you doing?"

A patient stood in the corridor, staring blankly at Amir, then suddenly smiled, revealing a mouthful of crooked teeth, and said, "I know, you're playing the piano, aren't you?"

Amir put away the virtual screen, moved his fingers in the air, and laughed, "Yes, I'm practicing playing the piano, but unfortunately there's no piano here, so I can only play the flute for you."

The patient nodded with a silly grin, "Amir plays the flute beautifully, so beautifully."

“Thank you, Navin,” Amir said with a smile, “but you probably won’t hear my flute again.”

"Why?" the patient asked, puzzled.

“Because I might have to go,” Amir said. “Before I leave, let me teach you a song.”

"What song?" the patient asked. "But I'm not good at singing, can I learn it?"

“Of course, I’ll sing it for you.” Amir took a wooden flute from his waist and put it to his lips to play.

The melodious music rose in the corridor and carried on the wind to even farther places.

The melody lasted for a moment before ending, and Amir put down his flute and began to hum softly:
"Planets exploding in the universe"
Break free from the silvery glow and gain a dreamlike experience.

I live in a dream.
Sing with abandon...

The stars flew past me.

I have never felt so free under the heavens…

As the patient listened, tears gradually streamed down his face.

After Amir finished singing the song, he asked, "Navin, why are you crying?"

“I don’t know…” The patient shrugged, suppressing a sob, “Amir, you sang this song so well, it reminded me of my hometown, but my hometown is gone.”

“How could we not have a hometown?” Amir’s lips curled up slightly, his eyes revealing sincerity. “Our hometown is always in our hearts, Navin. Never forget your hometown.”

“Yes, I won’t forget.” The patient wiped away his tears and began to sing along with Amir, “A planet exploding in the universe, breaking free from its silvery radiance to gain a dream…”

The lyrics weren't particularly catchy, and the melody lacked memorable elements, but surprisingly, the patient learned the song after only singing it once or twice.

That evening, several other patients in the same ward also learned the song, and it gradually spread to other wards.

Because of the language barrier, when the nurses heard the patients singing in unison, they assumed it was a local folk song from Mogu and did not know that it was composed by Amir.

(End of this chapter)