Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 232 - The prophecy was right (1)
However, the three minutes weren't over yet. Even if Bei Nuan didn't ask her questions, Yawen couldn't stop pouring out her thoughts.
"I can barely make do with those attendants, but I'm already bored with my current ones. In a few days, I'm going to replace them with new ones." Her enunciation was clear, and her voice was very loud as if she was worried other people couldn't hear her.
The scene was completely quiet.
Even if she was only a saint in name, she couldn't be so disgraceful and ruin the tribe's reputation. Jia Han stepped forward and gestured at the two women following Yawen.
"Yawen is sick. Bring her back to rest." For the first time, he didn't refer to Yawen as Saint Yawen in public as if he would be bringing disgrace to the tribe if he put "Yawen" and "Saint" together.
The two women immediately went forward, grabbed Yawen by her arms, and led her out. Yawen was scared out of her wits and knew that she had to leave. She obediently followed them, but she couldn't control her mouth.
"Jia Han, just you wait. You favor that new saint over me. I've already sent out a message to call him over here. You two will be out of luck once he arrives."
Saying this was tantamount to shedding all pretenses of cordiality with Chief Jia Han.
Jia Han wasn't angry. His expression was calm, and he only looked a bit worried.
After the two women took Yawen away, Jia Han lightly said to Bei Nuan, "Saint, please divine today's luck."
Bei Nuan happily smiled at him. She went forward, bowed to the water god statue, and shook the bamboo tube until a bamboo stick fell out.
(T/N: Their method of divination https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kau_chim.)
Someone took the bamboo stick, compared it with a book, came back, and happily announced, "Today is very auspicious. Everything will go smoothly."
Hearing this divination, the tribe was immersed in a cheerful atmosphere. When building houses, they paid particular attention to auspicious days to raise the beams.
Bei Nuan was lucky and got a very auspicious bamboo stick. Her work as the saint was successfully completed, and she followed Dansui back to her place to rest.
However, before noon, Jia Han sent a messenger over to tell Bei Nuan that a distant guest had arrived.
Curious, Bei Nuan asked, "Who's the distant guest?"
The messenger scratched his head. "It's an outsider. That person has come to our tribe before to bring aid or something and is quite familiar with Saint Yawen and the chief."
For matters like meeting an outsider, Lu Xingchi couldn't come with her. Bei Nuan only took Dansui with her to Jia Han's place.
When she arrived outside of Jia Han's place, Bei Nuan heard a familiar male voice coming from inside. His voice was dissolute and languid. Every word he spoke sounded as if he was bestowing a great favor to others and filled with blatant mockery. He sounded as if everyone in the world was beneath him.
He asked, "A new saint? What does she look like? I definitely have to take a look."
Bei Nuan felt as if heart had stopped beating.
Huo Ren.
Bei Nuan's first thought was to turn around and run away. Huo Ren was temperamental and completely irrational. He treated the lives of others as if they were worthless. She didn't want to be near him for even a second.
However, Dansui had exchanged salutes with the guard at the door and said in a crisp voice, "Saint Jiade is here."
Bei Nuan quickly decided. Her hairstyle and clothes were completely different, and her face was covered by a thick veil. Only her eyes were exposed, and she had an outrageous amount of eye makeup. He probably wouldn't be able to recognize her.
He wasn't that familiar with her either.
When they met on the riverside, Huo Ren had killed the boat owner in one shot and had a short chat with her. During the boat ride to the other side, he had been sitting far from her and only glanced at her.
Later on, when they arrived at Refuge #9, he had called her over to watch him fishing for zombies on the gate. In total, the time they had come close in contact was less than half an hour.
She could take a gamble.
Bei Nuan braced herself and walked in.
Huo Ren was comfortably leaning back on the wooden chair with his long legs stretched out. He still had that frivolous look. His thin lips were contemptuously pursed.
Seeing Bei Nuan enter the room, he looked over her attire and didn't have any special reactions.
She felt lucky that she was wearing a veil and heavy eye makeup. The prophecy was right. This dress up brought her good fortune in times of adversity.
Bei Nuan lowered her eyes and deliberately covered her eyes with her eyelashes that resembled fans from the heavy mascara.
As soon as she entered the room, Bei Nuan saw there was another person in addition to Huo Ren. Zhen Zhen was here too.