Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 221 - If she wasn't in a tribe that regarded fire as the source of evil, this ability would be quite fun to have (2)
She absolutely couldn't touch her head in the following twelve hours. Anyways, it was only twelve hours. It wasn't a big deal. It would be fine once that time passed.
Soon, it was time for lunch. Someone came over to deliver lunch. All the lunches were the same.
Bei Nuan felt pain just looking at the food.
Lu Xingchi, that crow's mouth, had cursed anyone who cheated during Werewolf to eat cassava. And now, she really had to eat boiled cassava.
The conditions here were better than on the island. In addition to the cassava, there was other food for lunch. But, cassava remained a staple food.
There were other vegetables that had high yields that were good for surviving famine. What was wrong with potatoes? Or sweet potatoes? Why did the people here like cassava so much?
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After lunch, the ground felt like it was burning from the sun's rays. They didn't have to continue working here. It was time for a shift change.
The guys were led to work at another spot, and Bei Nuan was assigned to go back to the tent and sew with the women.
Bei Nuan half-heartedly learned how to hem while silently chanting to herself: don't touch your head. Don't touch your head.
She normally had no problem doing this, but now that she couldn't touch her head, her head felt so itchy, especially the spot that Lu Xingchi had touched. That spot suddenly felt extra sensitive, and she couldn't stop feeling itchy.
Bei Nuan made up her mind to scratch and rub her head to her heart's content once this ill-timed ability went away.
Bei Nuan was very slow at hemming. She didn't even finish hemming one piece of clothing before dinner.
Since there was no electricity, as soon as it got dark, everyone was like birds and got ready to go to bed.
As Bei Nuan was tormented by being unable to scratch her head, people came into the tent.
The group was headed by someone she knew, Saint Yawen. Saint Yawen was wearing a white dress and was followed by several women.
One of the middle-aged women stopped forward and pointed at Bei Nuan.
"Saint Yawen, I clearly saw at the time. It's her."
Bei Nuan: Huh?
That middle-aged woman was agitated, but she did her best to not let that evil fire god get the best of her. She tried to keep her voice respectful since she was speaking to the saint.
"I was standing on the ladder behind a house and happened to see her hiding behind a pile of logs. She lit a fire without moving."
Bei Nuan: "..."
She had hidden so well when lighting the fire, but this woman still saw her. What good eyesight.
Saint Yawen nodded. She glanced at Bei Nuan in askance. "Even Jia Han's clothes caught on fire today. There must be an evil person causing trouble. Catch her and throw her into the Yanhe River tomorrow as an offering to the water god."
Bei Nuan: What?! How could this saint be so casual about killing someone? Her tone was so casual as if she was ordering them to throw clothing into the Yanhe river to wash.
It reminded Bei Nuan of Huo Ren's style.
The women behind Yawen came forward and caught Bei Nuan.
"Lock her in a cage for now." Yawen glanced at Bei Nuan, casually gave an order, and left.
The women forcefully escorted Bei Nuan to a large empty field in the middle of the camp.
The empty field was encircled by recently transplanted saplings that were as tall as a person. There was also an empty altar.
On the side, there were several metal cages in a row. The cages were only half the height of a person and looked like they were used to imprison wild animals.
The middle-aged woman, who had told on Bei Nuan, pushed Bei Nuan into a metal cage. Her push caused Bei Nuan to stumble.
The middle-aged woman locked the cage and said, "The saint instructed us to call the men over here tomorrow morning and sink her and the cage into the Yanhe River."
The cage was too short, so Bei Nuan simply sat down with her legs crossed. She wasn't worried. Once Lu Xingchi discovered that she was missing tomorrow morning, he would look for her.
So, it had been a waste to saw wood for a long time and sew clothing. In the end, the team would fall out with this tribe.
Bei Nuan disdainfully looked at the shoddy lock on the cage door.
The only problem was that she would have to sleep in the open air tonight.
After the cage door was locked, the women ignored Bei Nuan and walked away.
Bei Nuan got the urge to play a prank on them.
Bei Nuan placed one elbow on her knee and looked at the backs of those women and happily scratched her very itchy head.
The group of women were only a few steps away. The hem of that middle-aged woman, who had accused Bei Nuan, caught on fire.
The flame went up along the shirt and gave off a dazzling light in the night.
The terrified women desperately screamed and looked back at Bei Nuan in horror. They didn't dare to come towards her. They fled. Would that middle-aged woman go back to treat her burn injury or go complain to the saint again?
Bei Nuan thought; it was already considered doing a good deed that she only set a small fire on the woman's clothing instead of on her hair.
There wasn't enough space to lie down, so Bei Nuan could only lean on the bars and try to fall asleep. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard a faint sound.