Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 214 - If that was a sin, then your Saint Yawen was quite guilty (1)
Tang Tang was a bit worried. "Big Sis Nuan, you're not going to eat it, are you?"
Lu Xingchi suddenly dropped his book onto the coffee table and stood up. He walked to the dining table with a nonchalant expression, picked up a melon seed from the table, neatly peeled the shell off, and brought the melon kernel to Bei Nuan's lips.
Bei Nuan looked at him in bafflement and opened her mouth to eat the kernel.
Du Ruo's lips were twitching from stifled laughter.
Suddenly, there was a very loud thunderclap that rattled the windows. The lights went out, and the room became pitch-dark. A strange sound came from outside the front door.
Even with the loud thunderstorm, they could tell that the strange sound was someone banging at the door. The door rattled from the forceful knocking.
Bei Nuan shivered with fright.
Great Sage trembled, shook off Bei Nuan's hand, and scampered off into the darkness.
In the darkness, a hand reached out and hugged Bei Nuam. She felt his warm chest and strong arms.
She heard him saying in a steady voice from above her head, "It's okay. It's just the circuit breaker tripping."
His voice was gentle and calming, and he didn't seem like he was going to leave her. He just slightly moved his arm, and the lights came back on.
Lu Xingchi continued to hug her.
He lowered his head and seriously asked her, "Aren't I better and more useful than that monkey?"
Bei Nuan felt awkward. How should she answer? Did she really have to say he was more useful than a monkey? Why was he comparing himself to a monkey?
Another sound came from the window. The unknown person had failed at breaking open the door and was trying to pry open the window.
There was a metal fence around the property, but it could only prevent zombies from entering. Humans could still find a way to climb over it.
Even so, they wouldn't be able to break into the house.The house had a thick security door, and Lu Xingchi had welded the anti-theft rolling shutters. Even cultivators wouldn't be able to break into the house unless they had dynamite.
This was Lu Xingchi's masterpiece. Normal people wouldn't be able to break into the house.
Lu Xingchi let go Bei Nuan and told the group, "Stay here. I'll go take a look. It's raining too hard. If there's nothing wrong with that person, I'll let that person come inside to take shelter from the rain."
Lu Xingchi checked the perimeter cameras and soon returned.
"They already left."
The people that had been trying to break into the house were a group of men and women. The odd thing about the group was they were uniformly dressed in white and had a knife at their waist. Their origins were unknown.
It looked like they were heading to a neighboring house.
The light was back on. Bei Nuan looked around, but she couldn't find Great Sage. It must have hid itself somewhere in fright.
Before going to bed, Lu Xingchi tactfully asked if Bei Nuan was feeling well enough to travel. After getting an okay from her, he decided the group would leave this place even if the weather was still bad tomorrow morning.
Bei Nuan returned to her room and laid on the bed, trying to figure out who the mysterious group was. She suddenly recalled a passage she read in the novel.
In the novel, there was a tribe that had lasted over a thousand years in this foreign country. They had special beliefs and customs and were originally isolated from the outside world. However, in recent decades, as this local area developed, the tribe came into contact with outsiders. Like other places, the tribe gradually accepted new ideas, things, and members.
Quite a few ancient customs were still followed, but how they were followed was changed with the introduction of technology. It was like how people now used electric candlesticks to worship instead of using wax candles. Their outer shell had changed, but the inner core was the same.
The zombie outbreak had forced the tribe to leave the place they had lived for generations, and they established a camp in a new location. There were only a few sentences about this relocation in this novel.
In the novel, this tribe had come out once to serve as spectators; Lu Xingchi's team didn't have any direct interactions with them.
Early next morning, Bei Nuan was woken up by the birds chirping outside.
The sky was finally clear. The sky after the heavy rain was a bright blue. The grass was still wet, and there were puddles everywhere on the flagstone path.
After breakfast, everyone packed up and got ready to go.
Bei Nuan searched the house one last time. She still couldn't find Great Sage, so she left a pile of cassava chips on the coffee table before leaving the house.