Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 142 - Even when the little liar was drunk, she was still a little liar (1)
Anyways, the cellar wasn't in use. Even if the townspeople were searching for a person, they wouldn't think of searching here. This was the most unlikely spot to hide.
Moreover, the Luo family's first son might already know that the rich and powerful Xie Yuanqing was staying here. No one would dare to check here. As the saying goes, it was darkest underneath the lamp.
It wasn't difficult to come in here. The courtyard wall was short and easily climbable. The Luo family's first son was a local and very familiar with the way here.
However, Bei Nuan was only guessing. She wasn't sure.
Lu Xingchi saw the cellar and pulled Bei Nuan to stand behind him.
He kicked off the wooden cover.
Sure enough, there was a figure curled up in the cellar. The cellar cover was suddenly kicked off, and the figure looked up in horror.
It was a person, not a zombie.
"I'm counting to three. Come out." Lu Xingchi pointed his crossbow.
The man came out. Once he was in the sunlight, they could see that he was a man in his 30's. Because he had been hiding around, his clothes were extremely dirty, and his hair was covered in dirt. The most conspicuous thing about him was the bloody injury on his wrist. It was obviously a bite wound.
This man must already be infected. His eyes were the same as Du Ruo's at the onset of the mutation, extremely bloodshot.
Lu Xingchi had Bei Nuan take a few steps back and forced the man to head towards the entrance.
The man had probably been hiding for too long. His legs were weak, and his movements were very slow. It looked like he was about to fall to his knees every few steps. Under the threat of the crossbow, he slowly walked forward.
Like this, they slowly moved back to the public square.
This person was definitely the Luo family's first son. As soon as they appeared, the crowd's cursing drowned out other sounds.
The Luo family's patriarch hated this person. He snatched the iron rod from the flogger and wanted to whip him.
Lu Xingchi grabbed the iron rod. "Don't hit him. He seems to be infected. The zombie virus is in his blood."
His meaning was obvious. If there was an injury on his body, and he got stained with the blood of the infected person, he might get infected too.
As soon as these words were said, the townspeople instantly moved away from the Luo family's first son, leaving a large space between them and him.
The Luo family's second son, who had been lying on the ground, saw his older brother and struggled to get up and hugged his brother's legs.
"Don't hit my brother -"
The change happened in an instant.
The Luo family's first son, who had been scared of being beaten and was squatting on the ground and with his arms raised to protect his head, twitched a few times and looked up. His eyes were completely red.
Everyone else was far away and out of reach. The closest person to him was his younger brother. He opened his mouth and immediately went after his younger brother's neck to bite.
Xie Yuanqing raised a gun, Jiang Fei took out his daggers, and Du Ruo went to grab the zombie with his hands, but no one was as fast as Lu Xingchi.
A spike instantly went to where it was supposed to go.
The Luo family's oldest son froze like a stop motion frame. After several seconds, he slowly fell backwards.
The Luo family's second son had clearly seen his older brother's changes. He was shocked and scared. It was as if he never thought his brother would turn into a zombie, and he would attack him first.
Many of the townspeople had gone up the mountain as soon as they heard news of the zombie outbreak. This was the first time the people on the mountain saw someone mutating and attacking someone.
A long time later, Xie Yuanqing spoke. His voice was calm and gentle as ever. He pointed at the motionless Luo family's first son and instructed his subordinates, "Take him outside the town and bury him. Be careful when touching him."
They found plastic wrap, wrapped up the zombie, and carried him through the crowd.
The crowd silently parted to make way.
"Patriarchs," Xie Yuanqing politely said, "Everyone has seen the horror of a zombie. I think the way we've been guarding the door doesn't work."
He was right. If something like this happened again, Yao Town might not be so lucky next time.
One of patriarchs said, "We'll send more people there each shift, and they can supervise each other-"
Xie Yuanqing interrupted him, "Everyone is from the same hometown. It's normal that they can't bear to keep their neighbors outside. It's forgivable in terms of circumstances, but it's ultimately unforgivable."
He surveyed the crowd. "My subordinates aren't from Yao Town. They have no relatives or close friends here. They don't know anyone. It might be better if they help guard the town gate.
What he said made a lot of sense, and the crowd agreed.
The patriarchs discussed it amongst themselves and agreed that this was a good solution.
Bei Nuan and Lu Xingchi looked at each other. They knew that Xie Yuanqing was using this opportunity to get the townspeople to unknowingly transfer the control of Yao Town over to him.