Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 14 - He's still a child! Part 2! (2)
The villager pushed the woman aside. "Go away!"
The teenager also pushed the woman. "Go away!"
"How can you shove people around?" The husband's eyes reddened when he saw his wife stagger back from being pushed around, but there were too many villagers blocking the road. He didn't dare to fight.
This was a heaven sent opportunity to increase her Holy Mother value. She absolutely couldn't let go of this chance.
Bei Nuan's backpack had a wallet with money inside. Bei Nuan immediately took the wallet out.
Before she could give them money, the flower tattooed man, who had followed her over, had already taken out two one-hundred yuan bills and slapped it on the villager's hand. In a fierce tone, he said, "Keep your hands to yourself! I'll pay the two hundred yuan for them! Hurry up, let them pass!"
Bei Nuan was silent. He had stolen her line.
Bei Nuan took out 500 yuan and quietly discussed with the flower tattooed man, "Big Bro, you helped out this couple. If other people come by who don't have enough money, can I pay for them?"
Her attitude was sincere. It was as if they were neighboring hawkers who were politely and amicably competing for business.
The flower tattooed man: "..."
"How much money did it cost to build your road?" Lu Xingchi's cold voice came from behind them.
He had the aura of the male protagonist, and the villager blocking the road didn't dare to ignore him. After hesitating for a bit, he answered, "We spent a lot, um, over 100… 200… 300,000 yuan."
This was a cement road that only spanned several hundred meters.
Lu Xingchi coldly said, "I'll pay 400,00 yuan for this road."
Bei Nuan understood why he was doing this. Money wasn't a problem for him. The cars were all stuck at the entrance of the village. The cars in front of them had to move in order for Lu Xingchi's jeep to quickly move through here.
Bei Nuan was very regretful that she didn't have 400,000 yuan to squander. If only she had the money, her Holy Mother value would rise so much.
The villager was stunned silly by Lu Xingchi's words. He finally recovered and said, "You mean it? That um, 400,000 yuan isn't enough. You have to pay at least…"
Before he could finish speaking, there was a loud bang in the village.
The silver BMW, which hadn't driven far, suddenly hit the brick wall of a house and knocked down part of the wall around it.
A few seconds later, a middle-aged man opened the driver's door and climbed out of the car amidst the red brick debris. His eyes were blood-red, and he crookedly stood up. He was holding his hands up at 10 and 2 as if he was still driving. "Honk…"
Bei Nuan took one look and ran away.
He had mutated.
Everyone who had come from City S knew how deadly the zombies were. They immediately scattered and fled.
The villagers, who were blocking the road, stood there in ignorance. "Why are you all running away? Don't you want to pass through our village?"
Shortly after, screams came from behind Bei Nuan. She didn't look back as she sprinted towards the jeep.
Lu Xingchi would definitely come back to get his crossbow. It was safer to be next to him than to hide in the fields and woods.
Sure enough, Lu Xingchi followed close behind her. Seeing her run straight to the jeep, he slightly smiled, opened the door, and took out the crossbow.