Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 227 - I thought he would share your bed (2)
Lu Xingchi's beautiful brow furrowed, and he continued to ask, "Are you secretly eating spicy pickled peppers again?"
Spicy pickled peppers?
His words reminded Bei Nuan of another way to induce tears.
Bei Nuan took out a package of spicy pickled peppers and chicken feet and ripped it open. Before Lu Xingchi could take the package from her, she had already touched the sauce that she just squeezed out.
Bei Nuan ignored that he took the package from her and resolutely rubbed an eye with that hand. A burst of sharp pain came.
At that moment, Bei Nuan thought she had gone blind. The effect of the pickled pepper was astonishing. Her eye hurt so much that she couldn't open it.
She didn't have to worry about tears anymore. Her tears uncontrollably dripped down.
Even though she was in a lot of pain, she still remembered to keep her head directly above the big porcelain plate to catch her tears.
Lu Xingchi momentarily froze in surprise. Soon, he pulled Bei Nuan over and washed her eye with a glass of water on the table. After washing her eye a few times, he opened the door and called for Dansui to bring over a basin of water.
Lu Xingchi pressed Bei Nuan's head over the basin and rinsed her eye with clean water for a long time before it stopped hurting.
However, one eye was still as red as a rabbit's eye.
"Can you be more stupid? Why did you rub your eye with a hand that was stained with spicy sauce?" Lu Xingchi used a big towel to dry off her face that was dripping with water.
No matter what, even though the experience was miserable, she finally got the tears she wanted. Now, she just had to bring the big porcelain plate filled with her tears to the window to bask in the moonlight, and her task was done.
Bei Nuan turned to look at the bed.
Huh? Where was her plate?
The bedding on the bed was neatly remade, and the plate with her precious tears was gone.
Gone…
"Dansui!" Bei Nuan shouted.
Dansui reapeareed so fast that it seemed like she had teleported. "Saint?"
Bei Nuan pitifully asked, "What happened to that big plate I put on the bed? Where is it?"
Dansui quickly said, "Saint, don't worry. The plate isn't lost. I saw the empty plate when I went to make the bed, so I washed it, dried it, and placed it on the cabinet.
Dansui turned around, picked up the plate on the cabinet, and offered it to Bei Nuan.
The washed plate was sparkling and reflected the light without any trace of water. It couldn't be cleaner.
Bei Nuan: "..."
Jia Han was right. Dansui was diligent, just a bit… excessive in her diligence.
So the pain in her eye was wasted? This time, Bei Nuan really wanted to cry.
Dansui observed Bei Nuan's expression and thought it looked a bit off.
Holding the plate, she asked in alarm, "Saint… did I… do something wrong?"
"It's fine," Bei Nuan said.
Although Bei Nuan didn't blame her, Dansui knew that she had done something wrong and was very anxious.
"Saint, I really didn't know that it wasn't okay to touch the plate. I'll never dare to touch it again! Saint, please forgive me. Don't lock me in a cage!"
Huh?
Startled, Bei Nuan immediately declared, "Why would I put you in a cage? Don't worry. I would never do that."
However, Dansui didn't believe her and already started crying from worry.
"But Saint Yawen locks people in cages. If anyone does something wrong, she'll have that person locked up and not give that person food."
Tear after tear dripped down onto the plate that Dansui was holding.
Bei Nuan looked at the tears on the plate. She froze for a moment before grabbing the plate.
Bei Nuan held the precious plate and comforted Dansui, "It's fine. Everything is okay. I just made a wish. This plate can't be washed twice tonight. You only washed it once. It's okay."
Bei Nuan brought the plate to the window, placed it on the windowsill that was illuminated by moonlight, and touched a tear with her right fingertip.
"Just leave it here and don't wash this plate until tomorrow morning. Okay?"
Bei Nuan's words sounded very sincere. Dansui finally stopped crying.
Bei Nuan opened the taskbar to look. The Utmost Sincerity task was marked complete. The task reward was: for the next 36 hours, when you touch someone with your finger, it will make that person tell the truth for 3 minutes. You're immune to the effect.
Bei Nuan thought; it was fortunate that she couldn't be affected by this. Otherwise, her hand would be considered useless if she had to avoid touching herself.
Bei Nuan went to wash her hands, dried her hands with a paper towel, and thought this ability was better than the first one that allowed her to eavesdrop on someone's thoughts. Last time, she could only hear Lu Xingchi's thoughts. This time, everyone could hear the truth from anyone that she touched.
Bei Nuan wanted to try it out.
There were only three people in the room. She already knew very well what Lu Xingchi was thinking and didn't want to bully him anymore. Moreover, Lu Xingchi was too vigilant. He would probably notice if he was forced to speak the truth.
Bei Nuan decided to bully Dansui.
Dansui was still standing there like a fool. Her eyes were red, redder than Bei Nuan's eye that she had rubbed spicy pickled pepper sauce on.
Bei Nuan walked over and asked," Dansui, does Yawen often put people in cages?"
She casually touched Dansui's arm.
"That's right. Saint Yawen will lock people up and not give them food. Last time, someone knocked over a glass of water and was locked up for several days. That person almost starved to death. Chief Jia Han had to plead to Saint Yawen to be merciful before she would let that person out."
Dansui concluded without hesitation, "She's so bad. They say she's the saint, but I think she's actually a woman that's being controlled by the evil fire god."
Dansui covered her mouth in horror after saying this.
The ability was working. Dansui would tell the truth for the next three minutes.
Bei Nuan was very satisfied.
Moreover, Bei Nuan agreed with Dansui's words. Great minds think alike.
Bei Nuan comforted her, "It's okay. Speak your mind. There's no else here anyways."
Dansui wanted to stop herself from talking, but her mouth seemed to have a mind of its own.
Even without someone asking questions, Dansui continued to say, "Everyone is saying that Yawen, the fake saint, should return to her village to raise monkeys now that the real saint has appeared."
Dansui gave up all hope.
Bei Nuan smiled and asked, "Was it Jia Han or Yawen that sent you over to spy on me?"
"Neither of course. Chief Jia Han said he wanted to find a nimble worker. Everyone recommended me. They said I'm the most diligent. That's why I'm here," Dansui answered without hesitation, "I'm willing to come here. The saint's treatment is better than the chief's. It's very leisurely working for the saint. There's not much work here, so there's plenty of free time."
Dansui looked puzzled. She didn't know why she so straightforwardly answered Bei Nuan's questions.
Bei Nuan nodded. "Okay. It's late. Go to sleep."
Dansui saluted and turned to leave.
Right after opening the door, she couldn't stop herself from asking, "Why is the attendant sleeping on the floor?"
After saying that, she froze in place. Shocked by her own audacity.
Bei Nuan smiled. "Where else would he sleep?"
Dansui bluntly answered, "I thought he would share your bed."
After that, she saluted once again, this time in panic, and fled.
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