Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 215 - If that was a sin, then your Saint Yawen was quite guilty (2)
"Keep the front door open so that Great Sage can leave the house," Bei Nuan instructed.
Jiang Fei, who was the last to leave the house, smiled. "Okay." He didn't shut the door and left it ajar.
In order to not alert the odd group in the neighboring house, the group decided to walk a certain distance before driving away in the jeep.
However, as soon as they exited the metal gate, they met the other group. Two young men dressed in white had been stationed behind the bushes outside the big metal gate and came out to stop them from leaving.
Bei Nuan thought; they must have guessed that there were people inside the house yesterday. How leisurely of them to stakeout the house.
Based on the young men's slender physiques, Bei Nuan was confident that Lu Xingchi didn't need to use his metal ability. He could easily send them flying with a slap, so she didn't view them as a threat.
In contrast, the two young men were very tense. They had knives at their waist, but they were aiming strange bamboo weapons at the group . Their weapons resembled water gun toys.
The two young men yelled something that was probably the local foreign language.
Seeing that they didn't understand, one of the two young men switched languages to say, "Please don't move. Our arrows are dipped in poison. Stay still and you won't get hurt."
They were aiming poisonous arrows at them, but the two young men's attitudes were very peaceful and polite.
Lu Xingchi raised his eyebrows. Seeing that they were speaking politely, he didn't make any moves.
The two people scrutinized the group. To be precise, they carefully looked over the men and ignored Bei Nuan.
"I don't think it's any of them," one of them said.
Bei Nuan could understand what they were saying. Their fluent speech meant that this was probably their native language.
The other one wasn't sure. He looked over the group again. He wasn't sure either way.
He took out a torn piece of paper from his clothes. It was a photo of someone. The paper had many wrinkles and looked like it had passed through many people.
He held up the paper by the side of Lu Xingchi's face, and they carefully compared the man in the photo with Lu Xingchi.
The photo was too worn out; they could only vaguely see that the man had white skin with pure black eyes and hair. The man in the photo looked quite handsome.
Du Ruo's eyes widened when he saw the man in the photo. He didn't say anything, but his eyes seemed to dance. Bei Nuan didn't need Lu Xingchi's acute observation skills to see that Du Ruo recognized this person.
Lu Xingchi also noticed Du Ruo's odd behavior from his peripheral vision and turned to look at Du Ruo.
The two young men were carefully comparing Jiang Fei to the photo and didn't notice anything.
One of them softly muttered, "This photo is too worn out. How can we possibly tell?"
The other one politely pointed out, "Jue Niu, are you complaining? That's not good."
Jue Niu took those words to heart. He placed his hands over his chest in a x-shape and deeply bowed at the other young man.
"You're welcome," the other young man replied.
The two young men placed their hands across their chest and respectfully bowed to each other again.
Bei Nuan and the others: "..."
It looked like they were acting out a play. What scene was this from?
Jue Niu came up with a neat solution. "Let's just bring them back and ask Saint Yawen."
The other young man agreed, "Okay, we'll bring them back."
Having reached an agreement, the two buddies raised their toy guns in unison and gestured for Lu Xingchi to walk forward.
Due to Du Ruo's odd reaction to the photo, Lu Xingchi didn't resist and obediently walked across the front lawn.
The two young men had the group walk all the way to the neighboring gate.
Lu Xingchi was right. These people had stayed in the neighboring house last night.
While the two young men went to open the gate and were further away from them, Lu Xingchi seized this time to ask Du Ruo, "Who's the person in the photo?"
Du Ruo's excitement bubbled out. "It's that mysterious guy I met at Shui University, the one that gave me an injection."
The group glanced at each other. They had the same thought; nothing ventured, nothing gained. They were lucky enough to stumble onto a clue. They had to see what was going on.
The two young men opened the gate and brought the group within the gated area.
The house wasn't as big or as beautiful as the house that Bei Nuan and the others had stayed in.
The guard at the door was also dressed in white. When he saw them, he crossed his arms over his chest and deeply bowed before opening the door. This tribe seemed to value manners and politeness.
There were many people sitting in the living room, but it was very quiet. The furniture had been moved away, and most people were sitting on the floor.
Jue Niu softly asked a nearby person, who was standing, "Is Saint Yawen resting upstairs?"
After getting a yes, he led the group upstairs.
It was relatively empty upstairs; there were only two people. These two white-garbed people stood in front of a door like two guardian statues.
The people in the tribe liked to wear white so much. They shared a common interest with Lu Xingchi.
Jue Niu exchanged non-verbal greetings with the guards before gingerly walking over and asking, "Is Saint Yawen awake?"
"I think so. I heard talking from inside the room," the guard replied.
They were so careful about not disturbing the priestess, showing that they greatly respected her.
Jue Niu stepped forward, knocked on the door, and patiently waited.
His knock was so light that Bei Nuan didn't think anyone from inside the room could hear him.
After a long time had passed, when Bei Nuan thought the door would never be opened, the door opened, and a woman came out.
This woman was also dressed in white. Unlike the other people they had seen so far, who wore white shirts and white pants, this woman was wearing a close-fitting dress. The dress style was popular with the women in this foreign country. She had long hair that almost reached her waist and was curled at the ends. What really made her stand out was her long white veil and only her heavily made up eyes were exposed.
She was holding something that Bei Nuan was very familiar with, a black item with an antenna, a satellite phone.
It looked like it was the same model as the one that Huo Ren had used in Refuge #9.