Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 13 - He's still a child! Part 2! (1)
After getting back into the jeep, Du Ruo pondered, "This girl is weird. Could she have lost her mind from being too frightened from suddenly seeing zombies?"
Lu Xingchi started the car and nonchalantly replied, "That's very possible."
After getting off the highway, it was the provincial road. The road was under construction, and there were giant holes everywhere. They couldn't get pass.
The jeep led the small yellow car around and around. They finally arrived at the village. If they wanted to go further, they had to cut straight through the village. There was obviously more than one person with this idea.
The entrance to the village was a clearing, and it was packed with many parked cars that had come off the highway. There was a large group of people stopped under a big tree by the entrance of the village.
Bei Nuan saw acquaintances in that group of people.
It was the driver of the auto repair van. The one with flower tattoos on his arm. His friend was standing next to him.
They also saw Bei Nuan and enthusiastically greeted her.
Bei Nuan went over to get information. As it turned out, it was the villagers that raised the money to build the road here, and they charged a toll to use this road.
"There are so many cars that want to pass through here. It'll probably wear out the road a bit from them passing through. Charging 5 or 10 yuan as a toll for their road is reasonable," One of the flower tattooed men said, "But they're charging 300 yuan per car."
A driver in front of them corrected, "It was 300 before, but now they raised it to 500 yuan!"
Raising the price now, these villagers were taking advantage of trouble times.
Groups of middle-aged village women were standing by the side of the road, eating melon seeds, and watching the excitement.
Grinning, one of them said, "Go now when it's 500 yuan. Who knows, it might change to 5,000 yuan soon."
They were right. There was an endless stream of cars leaving the highway and stopping here. The previously empty clearing was packed full. The drivers had tried going around, and this was the only path.
The flower tattooed man tried to persuade them, "This city is in chaos. Many people have been infected. Why are you staying here to collect money? You should hurry up and flee from here too."
"Say whatever fantastical stories you want. We won't let you pass without paying." The group of middle-aged women burst into chortles.
Bei Nuan thought; it's definitely a bad idea for so many people to gather together. They should hurry and leave this place.
The cars in front of them didn't leave, and Bei Nuan and the others couldn't leave either.
They went around the messily parked cars and came to the village entrance. They saw that the villagers were blocking the way at the intersection and collecting money.
Many people didn't have 500 yuan in cash on them and could only transfer money using their phones, which greatly reduced the speed.
A couple was trying to transfer money, but failed even after a long time of trying.
Bei Nuan knew that the zombie virus was currently infiltrating every corner of City S. With City S collapsing, there were already banks no longer operating.
The couple was extremely anxious.
"We were in a hurry when we left. We only have 300 yuan on us. Can you be flexible please?"
A tough-looking villager with his hands crossed gestured at a silver BMV that had just passed with his chin.
"Look at that big boss. He doesn't even blink at paying 500 yuan. Those of you that can't pay, move to the side and let the cars behind you pass!"
There was a teenage boy standing next to him. He had the same posture as his dad.
Like a little clone, he repeated, "Move to the side! Let the cars behind pass!"
"Please, help us out," the woman was still pleading.