Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 77 - Any moment that she wasn't with the male protagonist was a waste of her life (2)
Du Ruo's jaw dropped. "You want to follow him even to the toilet?"
Lu Xingchi hugged her back. He looked at her small face and after a long time, he finally said, "Okay."
Du Ruo continued to be dumbfounded. "You said okay? Did you not hear that she said she wants to follow you to the toilet?"
Bei Nuan clutched Lu Xingchi's clothes and brought up the Holy Mother progress bar. To her surprise, the bar was steadily moving forward. A big chunk had turned green.
Bei Nuan suddenly figured it out. By throwing the weapon at Lu Xingchi, she had indirectly saved hundreds of lives. With the double earning reward from completing the voice task, her holy mother value had sharply increased due the unexpected turn of events.
Bei Nuan looked again. Her reward hadn't expired yet. There were three minutes left.
A whole day had been wasted. The last three precious minutes couldn't be wasted.
Bei Nuan let go of Lu Xingchi and sprinted to the gate and up the stairs. She tried to pull up the hanging young man and woman in a fluster.
The people in the yard were still stupefied and blankly standing still. What happened just now was too chaotic. Most people had forgotten there were people hanging from the walkway.
Bei Nuan shouted at the people below. "Who can come up to help me? They're too heavy. I can't pull them up by myself!"
She was standing high up on the walkway of the gate. Her long hair was fluttering in the wind, and the blue sky was behind her. With her extremely pure and beautiful face, she looked like an angel.
Everyone who saw her couldn't help but hold their breath. It took a long time before people finally recovered from the awe and rushed up.
Lu Xingchi and the others also came up. Everyone worked together to help her pull the two people up.
The three-minute countdown went to zero.
Bei Nuan brought up the Holy Mother progress bar. Sure enough, her holy mother value had quietly gone up. The last three minutes of her precious bonus hadn't gotten to waste.
People went down the stairs, and Bei Nuan suggested, "The front gate is sealed off. Do you guys want to lock the back gate? Those people won't come back, right?"
However, their attention was more attracted to hatred than Bei Nuan's suggestion.
Someone saw the yellow-haired man and the driver trying to sneak away.
"They're the ones that blasted the gate! They wanted to let the zombies in to bite us!"
"Kill them!"
"Do they have guns?"
"They don't! Their guns flew away!"
The crowd swarmed up like a wave of fury. In the blink of an eye, they surrounded the yellow-haired man and the driver.
There was chaos in the yard.
The young man, who had been hung up for a long time, had been resting on the steps. He finally stood up and lent a supporting arm to his girlfriend to go down the stairs.
He seemed okay, but his girlfriend seemed utterly traumatized. Her eyes were widened in horror. She didn't even blink and had a death grip on her boyfriend's arm.
"She's terrified. I'll take her back to lie down. She'll be okay," the boyfriend said.
His legs were still soft. As soon as he took a step, he fell forward.
Du Ruo saw that and instinctively stepped forward to help him.
Unexpectedly, before Du Ruo could touch the young man's arm, the young woman swiped at his hand like a mad person when she saw him approaching them. Her mind wasn't clear. She probably thought Du Ruo was going to tie them up.
Du Ruo had evaded quickly, but the back of his hand had a bleeding scratch from her nails.
In the end, it was the young man that slowly walked down with her and took her back to their room to rest.