Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 231 - If she had to tell the truth, the image of the saint would be destroyed (3)
When the group had almost reached the end of the road, someone came rushing over. It was a middle-aged woman with messy hair and dirty white clothing.
"Saint!" She rushed to Bei Nuan and knelt down.
Bei Nuan was startled by her.
"Saint, I never believed in Yawen. I know you're the real saint that can save us!"
Seeing that this woman was scaring Bei Nuan, a nearby person hastily tried to pull the woman up while explaining to Bei Nuan, "Saint, don't be afraid. This is Zhimin. Her husband and two children were bitten by zombies. She's crazy. Chief Jia Han felt bad for her, so he allowed her to join the tribe. It's fine."
Zhimin refused to get up from her kneeling position. She looked up at Bei Nuan with a hopeful gaze.
"Saint, you'll definitely save everyone, right? I'm sure you'll save my children."
Bei Nuan thought; hadn't her children already been turned into zombies?
The woman's gaze was fervent and full of faith in Bei Nuan as she waited for Bei Nuan's answer.
Bei Nuan's heart softened and answered, "If I have the ability, I would definitely do so."
Hearing this answer, Zhimin was relieved. She kowtowed and bitterly cried.
"The saint has other matters to attend to." Lu Xingchi took a few steps forward to protect Bei Nuan like he was a bodyguard protecting a celebrity from her fans. He led her to break through the crowd.
When they were away from the others, he finally quietly said, "Bei Nuan, don't get too involved with this fake role. You're not a real saint. You don't need to promise them anything."
He was right. She was just pretending to be a saint for a few days. She shouldn't think too much.
Bei Nuan tossed this matter to the back of her mind and thought about today's breakfast.
***
Sure enough, her breakfast was super good. There wasn't any trace of cassava, and there was a plate of delicious curry chicken.
Bei Nuan sent everyone out. She and Lu Xingchi sat across from each to eat. She planned on bringing Du Ruo over as an attendant if they stayed for a few more days. Food tasted better when she had someone to compete with.
After breakfast, it was time to divine.
The divination would occur at Jia Han's place. As Dansui was leading Bei Nuan there, they met Yawen on the way.
Even though Yawen was wearing a veil and only half of her face was exposed, Bei Nuan could tell that Yawen was feeling very complacent.
Yawen also saw Bei Nuan. She looked over Bei Nuan's new attire, took two steps towards her, and actually saluted Bei Nuan.
Dansui, who was standing behind Bei Nuan, immediately got angry and whispered to Bei Nuan, "The meaning of her salute is that you're her junior and have to listen to her teachings."
Got it. She was trying to make her angry with that salute.
Although Bei Nuan still didn't understand their complicated etiquette, it didn't matter. She mimicked Yawen's salute back at her, but did an odd gesture with her hand.
Yawen had been in this tribe for many years and had long become familiar with every salute, but this was her first time seeing the hand gesture that Bei Nuan did.
Yawen furrowed her brow. "What kind of hand gesture is that? You want to be a saint, but you don't even know how to salute properly…"
Bei Nuan calmly answered, "I created that salute. It means that you're my junior, but I don't want to bother teaching you because you're too annoying."
Yawen was overcome with anger, even her breathing was agitated.
"Just you wait," She lowered her voice and threatened, "I'll have you punished."
Bei Nuan thought; she must have brought back reinforcement. So that's why she had gone out early in the morning. How awesome was her reinforcement that she would be so bold?
Regardless, they were at the entrance to Jia Han's place. Jia Han and a group of managers were standing there and waiting for them to come over to do divination. Yawen suppressed her anger and quickened her steps in order to walk in front of Bei Nuan.
Bei Nuan wasn't in a hurry and didn't compete with her. She followed behind her with a smile.
Jia Han led the group a few steps forward to greet them and saluted them as his first action.
Bei Nuan had already clearly seen a small water god statue next to Jia Han's room. In front of the statue, there was a wooden table with a bamboo tube that was filled with bamboo sticks.
Yawen grandly walked past Jia Han and the others and headed straight into the room.
This was the perfect time. Bei Nuan took off the band-aid on her finger and touched Yawen's back.
"Saint Yawen, aren't you going to wait for the chief?" Bei Nuan earnestly whispered. This was a very ordinary question. No one would find it odd for her to ask.
Yawen turned her head and shot a glance at her. Her voice was loud as she naturally and smoothly answered, "Jia Han? Why would I wait for him? He's so cold and indifferent. After all these years and so much effort, he still won't sleep with me. I don't want to waste anymore time on him."
Everyone heard her. Their jaws dropped.
What did they hear?!
The two women following Yawen panicked and shouted, "Saint?!"
Yawen covered her mouth under the veil. Her eyes were so wide that they could almost fall out.