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

Chapter 619 Mind Chords
“Yes…” the poet murmured, “Genes make so many things meaningless…”

He realized that he was somewhat affected.

Perhaps because of repeatedly triggering negative emotions in others, it becomes difficult to avoid empathizing with them.

He looked at Ling Feiran again.

It has to be said that he now finds it difficult to harbor any murderous intent towards this woman.

He didn't want to see her die, and even... a little... hoped that she could live well. Neither he nor she should succumb to the curse of genes.

but……

But, alas...

The poet thought wistfully: If you continue to live, Pashan will be exposed.

The flute music stopped sometime ago. Ling Feiran wiped away her tears, let out a long breath, and felt much more relaxed after crying.

“It’s strange, I never talk about these things with anyone, but you’re different… Amir, you’re like an old friend to me,” Ling Feiran said. “Thank you for tonight, I feel much better after talking about it.”

The poet smiled and said, "It would be my pleasure. If you're ever in a bad mood in the future, feel free to come and chat with me anytime."

Ling Feiran chuckled, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes, and joked, "Maybe your card isn't a musician, but a psychologist."

The poet laughed and said, "Indeed, there is no difference. One of my abilities is called 'mental chords,' which has a healing effect on the mind, making people relax and become peaceful."

“Mind chords…” Ling Feiran thought for a moment and sighed softly, “Hmm, it’s really a good skill. In this world now, maintaining inner peace is already a luxury.”

The poet didn't say that the Mind Chord, seemingly harmless, is actually the most classic control skill in the game. Its most direct manifestation in battle is that it makes the enemy mistake you for an ally and transfer their aggro.

After multiple layers of mental chords are superimposed, the second-stage skill, Deadly Elegy, can be used on the target.

Fatal Elegy is a damaging skill that can inflict continuous mental damage, amplify negative emotions, and ultimately destroy a person's mental world silently.

During the flute music just now, the poet had already cast a mental chord on Ling Feiran and applied multiple layers of it. In such a short time, the number of layers could not be compared with those of the infected, since each time the infected gathered to sing, it was considered a layering. However, the poet believed that for Ling Feiran, who had suffered a severe emotional trauma, the number of layers did not need to be too many to achieve a good effect.

For example, with that pregnant woman before, he only had to repeat it two or three times before she lost the will to resist.

"I've been downstairs for a while now, it's time to go back upstairs," Ling Feiran said to the poet. "You should also go back to your ward and rest, it'll be dawn soon if you don't sleep soon."

The poet nodded slightly. "Good night."

Ling Feiran turned and left.

She hadn't walked far when the poet behind her called out, "Feiran."

Ling Feiran turned to look at the poet.

The poet looked at her and said, "When you're feeling down in the future, remember this melody, and it will make you feel better."

He raised his hand, his slender fingers flicking in the air as if playing a musical instrument. Then, out of Ling Feiran's sight, a string of faintly glowing notes blew past like the wind, swirling around Ling Feiran.

Ling Feiran faintly heard the sound of beautiful music.

She smiled, said thank you, and then turned and left.

As the poet watched her departing figure, he murmured, "The melody of death will be your only guide."

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Ling Feiran had no suspicions whatsoever. On one hand, she was influenced by the bard; on the other hand, emotional issues are always very complex. If one feels sad and in pain, it's hard to say whether it's because of being influenced by others or because of one's own pessimism.

Because she had to work the night shift, the head nurse told Ling Feiran to go back to her dormitory to catch up on sleep during the day and come back to work at 4 p.m.

Ling Feiran drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the night Feng Shao had his accident—the food on the table had gone cold, but Feng Shao hadn't returned. She sat alone at the table, overwhelmed by immense loneliness.

When I woke up, I felt dizzy and disoriented, as if I were enveloped by a low-pressure atmosphere. I felt so sad that I couldn't breathe, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

She remembered Amir's advice and tried to recall the melody.

Music actually appeared in her ears, each note so light and melodious, like a gentle stream washing away the sorrow in her heart.

Feeling a little better, she regained her strength and began to wash up and change her clothes.

But on her way to the inpatient department, her steps began to feel heavy, and she felt tired again. Something heavy weighed her down, making her lose her motivation and drive.

What am I doing?

Am I busy here every day to enrich my life and find meaning, or to numb myself and forget Feng Shao? I...want to forget Feng Shao?

How can I forget him? If the price of facing life again is forgetting my closest relatives and my lover, then I would rather suffer forever.

Her emotions were stuck in a rut, leaving Ling Feiran with nowhere to go and a feeling of suffocation in her heart.

The nurses working with her noticed that Ling Feiran was not in a good condition and asked with concern, "Did you not get enough rest? Why don't I go and tell the head nurse that you can go back to sleep for a while? I worked two night shifts last time and I felt terrible for a long time too."

"I'm fine..." Ling Feiran forced herself to cheer up, thinking that recalling that melody again should help.

She tried to recall the melody again, and this method did work. However, for some reason, after each relief, the sadness would soon return in double the magnitude!
So painful.

It's so painful.

Why is life so painful?

She was never expected to be born into this world. No one loved her, no one cared about her. Feng Shao once cherished her like a treasure, but Feng Shao died...

From then on, she could only live alone in this world until death freed her.

Ling Feiran stood in the corridor, looking down at the syringe and medicine in her hand.

This job, devoid of hope, mirrored her life, which was also devoid of hope.

So, is there really any need to keep going?
Why doesn't she...die?

The thought popped into Ling Feiran's mind, and she was slightly surprised, but then felt it was only natural.

Her life truly felt like a meaningless struggle.

But her last shred of reason pulled her back. Realizing something was wrong, she clutched her head and said to her colleague, "Help me... ask for leave. My head hurts so much... I want to go back to my dorm to rest..."

Her colleague exclaimed, "You look terrible! Are you sure you can get home by yourself? Should we get someone to take you?"

"No need..." Ling Feiran handed the medical supplies in her hand to her colleague, then held her head and slowly walked away.

There are scheduled shuttle buses from the inpatient department to the dormitory, specifically for picking up and dropping off volunteers. It was not yet time for pick-up and drop-off.

Ling Feiran boarded a shuttle bus in a daze, only to realize she had gotten on the wrong bus when she arrived at her unfamiliar destination.

(End of this chapter)