"This song is really strange," Feng Ling murmured softly.
"If it made you feel uncomfortable, then there had to be a problem. But I didn't find any debuffs in your status panel." Li Qing pondered. "Maybe the singing needed to continue for a long time before its effects accumulated."
Ye Zheng snorted. "No need to think about it. The Xenomorph was definitely behind this. Otherwise, those miners wouldn't have been clever enough to use the Area Boss to lure in the Xenomorph and play the role of the waiting oriole."
Feng Ling was puzzled. "But what did the Xenomorph stand to gain? What benefit was there in helping these Grulu People?"
Gunshots rang out—
The seven people standing in a row fell one after another.
The chanting immediately lost its proper rhythm, and the Grulu civilians wailed heartbrokenly.
Perhaps in their eyes, Huang Yi and the Eshia Soldiers were demonic executioners, while the seven dead were righteous heroes who had sacrificed bravely.
The setting sun slanted over the barren mountain, and the crying echoed without end.
Blood pooled and congealed, while the bodies lay silent.
It was a scene filled with absurdity.
Even though everyone present knew the truth, the grief and anguish of the Grulu People still created the illusion that right and wrong had been reversed.
What was good? And what was evil?
Cards began to separate from the corpses.
A device for collecting Cards was pushed over, and the Cards on the bodies vanished one after another.
Seeing all the Cards taken away, the Grulu People began another round of crying and cursing.
Ye Zheng watched silently for a while, then turned to Feng Ling and asked, "If you really care about it, we can interrogate those Grulu People. But if the Xenomorph really set this up,