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

Chapter 621 Purification

Ling Feiran was in a state of turmoil and returned alone to the place where she had parted ways with Lin Pengpeng.

She couldn't figure out what was wrong with her.

Although she is not as positive and optimistic as Feng Ling, she is not as pessimistic as she is today. Could it be that she has suffered too much psychological trauma, leading to mental confusion?
Ling Feiran had also suspected Amir, but the bard's card attributes were special, and she quickly concluded that her suspicions were unfounded.

Amir is a good person. He comforted me carefully last night, played the flute for me, and taught me soothing melodies. I shouldn't have doubted him, and I shouldn't have been suspicious because of my own pain. It's my fault, it's all my fault, I'm too weak.

Ling Feiran thought to herself.

Not long after, Lin Pengpeng and her colleagues arrived in their car, picked up Ling Feiran, and the group hurried to the quarantine area.

Lin Pengpeng said in the car, "It seems like someone jumped onto the tracks to commit suicide just now. A lot of people went to watch the excitement, but I didn't go because I was afraid of wasting time. I don't know if the person was rescued or not."

Another colleague said, "It's probably an accidental fall. If something serious had happened, there would definitely have been a report."

Lin Pengpeng nodded, "Yes, that's true. Let's wait for the official announcement."

After a brief discussion, the topic returned to the arrogant squad leader. Ling Feiran sat awkwardly in the car, her cheeks burning.

The car drove very fast, and we arrived at the dormitory building in no time.

Lin Pengpeng was in a hurry to complete her mission, so she didn't chat with Ling Feiran for long and left in a rush.

Ling Feiran wanted to call out to her out of a survival instinct, but as she watched the car speed away, she opened her mouth but ultimately didn't make a sound.

She could feel the black hole in her heart stirring. Han Xu's roar only briefly pulled her back to reality, and now her emotions were once again sinking into despair...

The sounds of cars and people faded away, replaced by a continuous stream of music.

Beautiful, melodious music, tailor-made for her.

A lament.

……

"Ling Feiran? Are you Ling Feiran? Hello? Hello! Are you really Ling Feiran?!"

Ling Feiran suddenly woke up.

She came to her senses and realized that she had unknowingly returned to her dormitory and was now standing in front of her room.

There was another person in front of the door, a stylishly dressed middle-aged woman with her left hand on her hip and her right hand holding a metal box. She was looking me up and down with a suspicious gaze.

Like a drowning person who has just surfaced and is desperately trying to catch their breath, Ling Feiran hurriedly replied, "I am, I am Ling Feiran!"

“You’re really hard to find,” the middle-aged woman complained, frowning. “I went to the inpatient department to look for you, but the people there said you took leave and went back to your dormitory. I asked for your room number, but you didn’t come. I called you, but you didn’t answer.”

"Ah...sorry, sorry, I didn't notice..." Ling Feiran hurriedly took out her phone and found several missed calls, but she hadn't heard any of them.

"Never mind, as long as I found you, that's enough." The middle-aged woman lifted the metal box in her hand and said, "Open the door, I brought the things Feng Ling prepared for you."

Ling Feiran was stunned for a moment, "The things Feng Ling prepared for me..."

“Yes,” the middle-aged woman frowned, “You didn’t know? It’s the cards. I thought she told you on the phone.”

Ling Feiran was momentarily dazed. "...Oh, right, you're Aunt Wang?"

Aunt Wang pursed her lips and said, "Yeah, I came to see you as soon as I got off the plane. I haven't even adjusted to the time difference yet."

Ling Feiran awkwardly opened the door and stepped aside to let Aunt Wang in.

Without exchanging pleasantries, Aunt Wang stepped into the house, placed the metal box on the table, and opened it with a click.

Inside the box was a special instrument, which looked somewhat like a laptop, but its structure was much more complex.

Aunt Wang took out her phone, fiddled with it for a bit, and then took out the memory card from the back of the phone case. There were two bright silver lines on the memory card, gleaming slightly, indicating that there were two cards stored on the card.

She inserted the memory card into the slot on the device, saying as she operated it, "It will take a few minutes to release the card, please wait a moment."

Ling Feiran stood obediently to the side and waited.

She didn't want to remain silent, afraid that if she quieted down, she would be pulled down by that inexplicable force again, so she took the initiative to start a conversation with Aunt Wang: "...How is Feng Ling?"

"It's alright," Aunt Wang said, frowning as she stared at the progress bar on the instrument's display screen. "Sigh, she's got a whole host of troubles going on outside, it's quite annoying. She just had a fight with an alien species, there should be news about it online, you can take a look later."

"Did she say when she'd be back?" Ling Feiran asked again.

Aunt Wang shook her head. "She didn't say, but I guess she probably wants to completely destroy the star and then come back."

Aunt Wang paused for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "It should be soon."

“By the way,” she turned to look at Ling Feiran, “after you’ve processed the cards, remember to apply for a pollution level test on the Bureau of Supervision’s website. Although Feng Ling said these two cards are very suitable for you, it’s better to get a test done just to be on the safe side. That way you’ll feel more at ease, and the Bureau of Supervision will be more at ease too.”

Ling Feiran nodded, "Yes, I've got it."

While chatting, the cards gradually take shape on the device, somewhat like a 3D printer.

After the first card is completed, the process of completing the second card is faster.

When the two cards were successfully extracted, Aunt Wang breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed, "It's done! This is my first time using this machine, and I didn't expect it to go so smoothly."

She urged Ling Feiran, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and digest the cards."

Ling Feiran reached out her hand.

The card enters the body as soon as it is touched.

Aunt Wang said with great ease, "I've finally completed the mission. I was on tenterhooks on the way back, afraid that I would lose the card and not be able to hand it in. Alright, I'm leaving now. If you have any questions, just contact Feng Ling yourself."

Aunt Wang packed up the equipment, closed the metal case, said goodbye, and left quickly.

Ling Feiran stood quietly alone in the room, processing the cards—

The "Healer" has been digested.

The "Saintess" has been digested.

[The deck has grown. Pollution level: 6%.]

You possess the divine power of Asclepius, and are now an expert in medicine, capable of curing all diseases. Please name your new skill.

[You are a messenger spreading holy light. Wherever your radiance shines, sin is washed away, and all negative effects are removed. Please name your new skill.]

[Note that all your skills will inflict Faith Infusion on the target. The higher the Faith value, the more the target trusts you and there is a certain chance that they will be inspired to become a Saint. Saints can share damage for you, and the death of a Saint will cause you to fall into a weakened state.]

Ling Feiran murmured softly, "The skill that cures all diseases is called Healing... The skill that removes negative effects is called Purification..."

easy to understand.

Her brain was slowed down, and she was indeed unable to think of more complex names.

[New skill successfully named.]

She looked down at her hands, feeling the power surging within her. Then, her body emitted a pure white light, and in the light, she saw a string of black musical notes that looked like ghosts.

She stared at the string of notes, her lips barely moving: "Purify."

The musical notes were torn apart by the light.

(End of this chapter)