Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 166 - You want to feed the zombies? (1)
After lunch, Bei Nuan resumed the task. The next keyword was comforting.
Just as Bei Nuan was wondering what there was to comfort Du Ruo about, she saw the instructions appear after the keyword. Sing and dance to comfort Du Ruo's delicate heart.
The system thought he was fragile? Yeah right, the nerves in his heart were as thick as steel bars. Even worse, it would be so embarrassing to sing and dance. Singing wasn't that bad. As long as she lowered her voice, no one would hear it. But, dancing?
Thank god, she had chosen Du Ruo, whose thoughts deviated the most from normal people. He was naturally bold and imaginative. No matter what odd thing she did, he would accept it as no big deal. If she had to sing and dance in front of Lu Xingchi and the others, she would die from embarrassment.
Bei Nuan waited until Jiang Fei and Tang Tang had gone down the mountain to call Du Ruo over.
Bei Nuan quietly said, "You were so nice at noon. You treated me to cakes. I decided to repay you. You've been carrying rocks all morning. Are you tired? Do you want to hear me sing a song?"
"Huh?" Du Ruo didn't get it at all.
"Anyways, I'm going to sing a song for you."
Not explaining herself any further, Bei Nuan immediately began to sing, "The strong wind and heavy rain has pushed the boat! Yo! Hey! Step by step, onto the beach! Yo! Hey! Brothers, put your backs into it! Yo! Hey! Up ahead, let's go there to drink a jar of wine! Yo! Hey!"
While singing, Bei Nuan leaned forward deeply. With one hand on the ground to support herself, she miming the action of pulling something heavy and struggling to walk forward.
Du Ruo: "..."
After waiting for her to finish, Du Ruo hesitantly asked, "Is that a ditty that old barge haulers used to sing while working?"
"Yup, you got it?" Bei Nuan was very gratified. "Do you feel super motivated after hearing that song? Like a recharged battery?"
"Umm… Yeah, very motivating. Thank you."
Having been successfully recharged, Du Ruo went back to loading stones.
Bei Nuan looked at the taskbar. It was marked complete. Shouting "Yo!" and "Hey!" and miming pulling rope for a while had somehow passed the cut for singing and dancing.
There were so many people on the site. She could choose a time to avoid Jiang Fei and Tang Tang, but she couldn't avoid the other people.
And so, the rumors on the work site once again escalated. That poor F was forced to sing a song by that bully A. Her song was very sad. Anyone who heard it would cry. And the most terrifying thing was that she had been forced to crawl on the ground.
Bei Nuan: "..."
Now that she had witnessed for herself the speed and extent these people twisted the truth, she felt the basis for their superstitious beliefs about the metal tags were completely unreliable. Originally, she had been a bit uneasy when she heard that getting an F tag meant her chance of survival was low, but now that last bit of unease has completely vanished.
Bei Nuan opened the taskbar and checked it. She had finished all the keywords, but the last one: compassion. The following instruction was simple. Ask Du Ruo what he thought best embodied compassion and do that.
Bei Nuan went around the site looking for Du Ruo and saw that he was walking down the mountain with the back basket.
While carrying the bamboo basket on her back, Bei Nuan wondered; what would Du Ruo think best embodied compassion?
Du Ruo was a very good person. He must have a long list. For example, protect women and children, take care of small animals, feed the hungry, etc. Oh right, he was a doctor. It might be helping the dying and treating the injured. After all, he had been helping injured and sick people along the way here. So, if he said that, then she would simply give vitamins to one of the half-dead people in the F pit. That should be enough.
"Du Ruo, I have a question." Bei Nuan caught up to Du Ruo and went down the mountain with him. "What do you think best embodies compassion?"
Du Ruo didn't find Bei Nuan's question odd. Facing the breeze on the mountain, he looked up at the clouds floating in the sky and seriously thought about it.
"If it was normal times, I would have lots of examples for you." Du Ruo's attitude of answering the question was very proper as if he was defending his thesis.
"But I have a new thought recently. Since you said what best embodies compassion, I have an idea."
Du Ruo's eyes lit up.
"As the future zombie king, I think the most compassionate person would occasionally sympathize with my fellow zombies."
Bei Nuan's expression twitched, and she tentatively asked, "How do you… show sympathy for them? Say good words for them?"
"Anyone can say empty words. I'm talking about say… feeding the zombies." Du Ruo smoothly answered, "I think my future subjects are really hungry."
Bei Nuan looked at him in a daze.
Why did she think it was a good idea to choose someone with such off-the-walls thinking? Why not Jiang Fei? Or Tang Tang? They were both good choices.
"You want to feed the zombies? What would you feed them?" Bei Nuan was a bit terrified.
Du Ruo thought outside the box. "I've been thinking, can we try to feed them something outside their usual diet so they'll branch out? I've been wanting to feed them beef jerky, but I don't know if they'll eat it."
"Feed the zombies beef jerky?" Bei Nuan asked.
Du Ruo affirmatively nodded. "That's right."
Bei Nuan silently looked at him, utterly speechless.
She had beef jerky, but where would she find zombies? Was she going to have to make a special trip off the island just to feed them? These tasks had looked so easy to complete, but they were actually a trap through and through.