Why did you provoke me?

Dali prepared diligently, knowing that the people coming were all level five or above film makers, the same level as Xia Xuan. Normally, she couldn't even reach their level.

I don't know what's wrong with this girl. Is she even qualified to teach these privileged young women? It's like a complete novice trying to teach a group of elites.

Dali was very troubled. Different things require different techniques. Which one should she teach?

A few days later, the person who had delivered things to her before came again and told Dali that they had delivered some things and that Dali needed to go and take a look.

Dali didn't ask any questions and followed the people to the three-story building. In a room in the far corner, Dali saw a strange thing, which was the alien that Yu Meng had been urgently summoned back with.

"Teacher Yu, this is a sample. You need to teach these trainees how to peel off the skin of this stuff."

Dali swallowed hard; she'd never seen anything like it before. "I have to try and see if I can peel it off."

The person handed Dali a small box. "This is what it looks like after the dough has been peeled off. You need to smear it on your hands before you can touch this stuff."

Dali took it and carefully applied the ointment to both her hands. "Is this okay?"

The man nodded, "Okay." He had been trained, and this level of skill was absolutely sufficient.

Dali mustered her courage and reached out to the swaying alien. Of course, at this moment, Dali had no idea that it was an alien; she thought she was just inexperienced and had never seen such a thing before. The alien wrapped around Dali's fingers. Dali paused for a moment, but quickly calmed down. It was just peeling off dough; she had done it before. Just do it.

When Dali actually gets down to business, she's incredibly serious. The confidence she exudes is something no one can imitate; it's a kind of personal charm. It's completely different from her usual self.

Slowly, Dali smiled. These little guys were so well-behaved that she didn't have to put in much effort at all; they just snuggled into her hands.

In no time, Dali had a handful of white, bouncy things in her hands, and she really wanted to take a bite.

The newcomer looked at Dali in surprise. No wonder the leader had asked Teacher Yu to lead the trainees; the speed was too fast, just as efficient as the bone-drawing masters at the base.

"Do you want me to teach this technique? Are there any real objects? If there are real objects, I should be able to learn it quickly," Dali asked.

"If there are no physical objects, you teach this technique. The order is that if someone doesn't have the talent, you have the right not to stamp her certificate as qualified."

Dali nodded to indicate that she understood, and then wrote down the technique in her own familiar way.

After receiving a definite answer and knowing that her elder sister was alright, Yu Meng then gave instructions to Secretary Wu to have the trainees go to Dali's place to learn. She didn't have Dali teach the basic techniques, but only taught a specific one.

Secretary Wu is very efficient. He said that the fastest trainees will be able to come to the newly built workshop at the base in ten days.

Yes, those graceful, swaying creatures, after being processed by the bone artists, would enter the workshop for assembly-line production. But this "processing" didn't refer to the aliens themselves, but rather to the parasites.

Qingyuan said that the sensitive word "alien" would make some people back down, so she gave this dangerous alien a nice name: "Swaying Grace".

Experiments have shown that after the outer layer of this alien is peeled off, the white substance inside has a fruity aroma and can have a certain restorative effect on the brains of the parasitized soldiers.

This discovery thrilled Qingyuan. She kept saying, "Big sister, did you see that? Maybe we can really change something."

The soldiers chosen by Secretary Wu to participate in this experiment burst into tears upon hearing the news; it seemed they were saved.

Some even went to Yu Meng's office, knelt down and kowtowed, directly calling Yu Meng their second parents.

When Qingyuan heard about this, he cheerfully asked Yu Meng what she thought.

Yu Meng remained calm and composed, saying, "It's fine. They're being genuine, and I don't want to disrupt this beautiful moment. Besides, not many people have actually seen me."

Qingyuan blinked. "Yu Meng, you're too calm! When the experimental data came out, I was so excited I couldn't sleep all night. Do you know how many people this could save?"

"Aunt Qing, you should think about how much of a crisis this would bring to our base if it got out."

"Don't worry about this. We have a pharmaceutical factory under our base, and we'll make it so that no one, no matter who comes, will be able to recognize its true form. Moreover, we won't release the drugs produced into the market. This is a benefit and a secret weapon of our base."

Yu Meng looked at her, "Aunt Qing, don't you want it to save more people?"

Qingyuan shook her head. "Everyone has people they want to protect. I'm selfish. Only when the people around me are doing well will I look to the future."

Yu Meng nodded. "Then you must keep this a secret. Acquiring this kind of alien was too troublesome before, and its formation conditions are too demanding. We can't produce it in large quantities. If some people find out, it might cause even greater harm, and it would be man-made."

Qingyuan knew that what Yu Meng said was true.

On the day the Sky Hunt Base sent the Xenomorph, Qingyuan assumed it would be a human. It turned out to be a marine creature, but after hundreds of years of parasitism, such creatures were nearly extinct in the ocean. On land, the best host was humans. The man from the Seventh Base died only three months after being parasitized, but his muscles didn't stiffen; he moved with the Xenomorph as if he were breathing.

This alien creature had been overlooked because it lived in the deep sea. It was only after a fishing boat was destroyed that people learned of this special kind of alien in the deep sea. Once it parasitizes, it grows very quickly. Unless a skilled artist was present to immediately pull it out of the mind, if its roots take hold within an hour, even a god could only sigh, "If only we had discovered it sooner!"

Qingyuan was helpless. These parasites, swaying gracefully on the human body, wouldn't die even after draining their host; they would simply stop dividing. And as soon as they came into contact with human flesh and blood, they would continue to divide. This applied to both men and women.

They were formidable aliens, but unlike the Third Base, the Seventh Base didn't make the same mistake. They didn't hide anything and immediately sought help from other bases.

At the time, a top-tier bone artist was present at the Sky Hunt Base. He immediately rescued the parasitic warrior, and the alien he pulled out was also tainted with the alien's aura on her hands. Therefore, when she came into contact with the alien, just as Qingyuan sensed, it was not aggressive.

Nangong Tianshou didn't say it, but Yu Meng's way of doing things meant she prioritized human life, so she obtained the key to unlock the alien creature immediately. That's how the subsequent events unfolded.

In fact, Yu Meng didn't know that the top bone painter was also on the first plane at the time, but she didn't get off the plane after seeing what Yu Meng did.

Nangong Tianshou brought her here not because he was friendly to Meng, but simply because he didn't want his people to be parasitized.

So it's hard to say how things would have turned out if it had happened to someone else that day. After all, the Jingchuan base was the brainchild of the person he had loved his whole life, and he would rather destroy it than entrust it to the wrong person.