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

Chapter 632 is very confusing.

Although the All-Seeing Eye can see extremely far, it can only be fixed at one perspective. In other words, it can only extend in the direction that Huangfu Miaomiao's eyes are looking in. It is very difficult to conduct a large-scale search unless you are lucky enough to find that the target is within the field of vision.

In contrast, the Eye of Horus held by Windfeather has a bird's-eye view from the sky, with a wide field of vision and a large range, and can display the icons of hostile forces. However, the Eye of Horus cannot see through objects. These two eye cards each have their own strengths and weaknesses.

Huangfu Miaomiao watched for a long time, trying very hard, until her eyes gradually became sore and unbearable that she finally had to stop.

"It's too dark. I can't see many things clearly. Only the musical notes are the most noticeable," she said, rubbing her eyes.

Pei Xianjue was worried, thinking: It would be best if this mutant species fled into the city to hide because it sensed that things were not going well, rather than continuing to cause trouble.

All she wants right now is to maintain stability; no news is good news.

Pei Xianjue comforted herself in this way, but then her thoughts turned and she realized something was wrong.

She suddenly realized something and looked at Huangfu Miaomiao, "...Miaomiao! You just said the musical notes were conspicuous, and you also saw them in the direction of the city?!"

"Yes, there are some... but not as many as here, just a little bit." Huangfu Miaomiao blinked, and the soreness in her eyes eased slightly.

"Can you see clearly what the surrounding environment looks like?" Pei Xianjue asked nervously.

Huangfu Miaomiao replied, "It must be a hospital. I saw a lot of people wearing striped clothes, the kind of hospital gowns."

“If there are many patients, then it’s the inpatient ward,” Pei Xianjue pressed. “Is it the first inpatient ward or the second inpatient ward?”

Huangfu Miaomiao frowned. "What? You have several inpatient wards here? Sigh, let me take another look..."

She was reluctant; her eyes were uncomfortable.

Using the All-Seeing Eye once more, my gaze passed through the dark streets, the dark walls, and the layers of obstacles, finally arriving at the location where I had discovered the musical notes.

Huangfu Miaomiao felt like she was wearing a pair of heavily nearsighted glasses that had been soaked by rain; any light caused intense glare. She frantically adjusted her perspective, avoiding the glare, and as soon as she spotted the inpatient department sign, she quickly looked away, covering her eyes and exclaiming, "Second, second! It's the second inpatient department! Someone's using some kind of magic! Ouch, my eyes are almost blinded by the light effect! It's so sore, so sore..."

Pei Xianjue immediately yelled at the driver, "To the second inpatient ward! Hurry!"

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Second Inpatient Department —

The white light around Ling Feiran flickered, and she gradually became exhausted.

The volunteers holding the Harvest Messenger cards were also running out of steam. After replenishing Ling Feiran's energy for what seemed like the umpteenth time, their bodies suddenly went limp, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Volunteers who possessed the Night Dreamer card were also in a precarious state.

Liu Wen and several other volunteers rushed forward to help, tears welling in their eyes, "I'm sorry, my cards can't help..."

Ling Feiran weakly looked up and asked, "You're already helping... How many patients are still singing?"

有人回道：“九层的904、905病房，八层的801、808和810病房……”

Liu Wen said, "Why don't you take a break first? You all look terrible."

Ling Feiran shook her head. "We can't stop. The singing is contagious. The patients I've purified are only temporarily conscious. If the singing continues, those patients will be affected by the music again, and all our efforts will be in vain."

“But…” Liu Wen looked up at the upstairs, then at the swaying Ling Feiran, at a loss for what to do.

Cold sweat streamed down her face. Ling Feiran took a breath and said, "Take the patients who have been purified downstairs. Don't worry about the unconscious ones for now. Let the conscious patients go to the underground parking lot... In short, find a place with good soundproofing, as far away from the singing as possible, the farther the better."

“Okay, I’ll arrange it right away.” Liu Wen nodded vigorously. Ling Feiran then looked at Yalana, who had been following her, and said softly, “You lead the saints to those wards where people are singing…block the doors, don’t let the patients inside come out, and wait for me…to purify their singing.”

As long as the saint doesn't stray too far from Ling Feiran, they can be protected by the Saintess Card and become immune to some negative effects.

To date, Ling Feiran has inspired eighteen saints.

Inspiration consumes more energy than purification, otherwise she wouldn't be so weak.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky above the inpatient department, instantly brightening the sky. Ling Feiran suddenly noticed a figure hovering in the air.

She looked up in astonishment, just as the power was restored and the lights in the ward and hallway were back on, revealing Amir's figure clearly to everyone—

"Amir?!"

Many volunteers exclaimed in surprise.

The poet stood on the steel wire outside the building, appearing to float at first glance.

He looked at Ling Feiran with great curiosity and said, "You actually didn't die... Not only did you not die, but you also advanced and became a Lord Boss. It's unbelievable."

"Amir! You bastard!" Liu Wen roared into the air, "What are you trying to do?! Get everyone back to their senses!!!"

The poet glanced at the ward upstairs. There weren't many notes left, and they weren't enough to form a proper chord or echo the main melody.

"You have ruined a great work of art," the poet murmured, his gaze falling on Ling Feiran again, his eyes filled with amusement. "However, I haven't come away empty-handed either. Killing a Lord Boss will at least give me 5000 points."

As he spoke, he pulled several long iron nails from his shirt pocket.

Liu Wen's expression changed drastically. She knew that Ling Feiran was extremely weak and had no strength to resist or even dodge.

Yalana reacted even faster than Liu Wen, fearlessly rushing towards Ling Feiran like a martyr, shouting, "Guardian Angel!"

The other saints rushed towards Ling Feiran, trying to use their bodies to block the poet's attack!

The iron nail in the poet's hand flew out like a dart!
It pierced deeply into Ling Feiran's body!

Blood bloomed like flowers, staining Ling Feiran's nurse uniform red, but quickly healed. A hazy white light covered the wound, and within the light, a snake could be vaguely seen slithering and crawling.

The poet narrowed his eyes slightly. "The sacred serpent of Asclepius?... That's a physician's skill. How did you acquire it?"

Ling Feiran leaned against the wall without saying a word, only looking at him with a mocking expression.

The poet was confused. "The doctor was killed by the hidden boss, so how did her cards end up in your hands? Wait... what's your relationship with the hidden boss, Feng Ling?"

Ling Feiran exhaled a breath of stale air, a half-smile on her face: "...Guess?"

The poet remained silent for a moment, then coldly glanced down at her, "I don't need to guess. As long as I kill you, I'll know exactly what card is inside you."

He raised his hand, with a few iron nails between his fingers.

The saints held Ling Feiran tightly in their arms.

He found it ridiculous and was just about to find a tricky angle to throw the dart when several bright lights suddenly shone from different directions!
The poet, uncomfortable from the sudden change in light, closed his eyes. Before he could recover, he heard a woman's angry shout from below: "Kill this monster!"

Pei Xianjue arrived with his men.

(End of this chapter)