Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 219 - Bei Nuan, I discovered that you won't do the task if it doesn't come with a punishment (3)
Bei Nuan scoffed. What kind of saint would lust after Lu Xingchi and use her status this way? Still, Lu Xingchi would probably agree. That saint was also looking for the mysterious person and had a connection to him. It would be more convenient to find clues if Lu Xingchi was near her.
Who knows how long the inhibitor would last in Du Ruo. They had to find the mysterious man before the inhibitor wore off.
Bei Nuan thought of that saint with her long hair and her figure-hugging dress. She probably wasn't Lu Xingchi's type.
Lu Xingchi was so reliable. He wouldn't lose track of what was important just by staying by the saint's side. Right?
Bei Nuan looked up at Lu Xingchi and discovered that he hadn't even paused in his sawing. He just finished cutting a piece of wood. The piece of wood fell into a pile of sawdust, and sawdust flew up in the golden sunlight.
Lu Xingchi stood up and replied without any interest, "I had a bad cold a few days ago. I've only gotten a bit better today. Is there a risk that the saint will catch the cold from me?"
Jue Niu sincerely treated the saint as a treasure. Alarmed, he replied, "You're right. You definitely can't approach Saint Yawen if you're sick."
He took a few steps back. "I've been so close to you. Did you infect me with your cold?"
Just as Bei Nuan was thinking that it was unusual for Jue Niu to speak so impolitely, she heard him say, "It's okay if I'm sick. The issue is that I'll have opportunities to speak with the saint in the next few days. It'll be bad if I pass the cold to the saint."
He kept his distance from Lu Xingchi as if Lu Xingchi was a giant human-shaped cold virus.
Jue Niu said in a sympathetic tone, "I know this opportunity is rare and that you really want to go, but it won't do if you're sick. Let's wait a few days, alright?"
Lu Xingchi raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything.
Bei Nuan had been watching Lu Xingchi. She felt surprised by his decision. Why didn't he agree? This was a great opportunity to find clues.
After Jue Niu left, Du Ruo quietly suggested, "I knew Lu Xingchi wouldn't go. How about I go take a look?"
"Don't go looking for trouble," Jiang Fei said, "That saint doesn't look like she has good intentions. No one should go."
Bei Nuan whispered to Du Ruo, "Jiang Fei is right. Boys have to be careful when they're out and protect themselves from people with bad intentions."
Lu Xingchi couldn't hold back his smile.
They picked up their saws and continued cutting the wood.
Holding a saw, Bei Nuan was deeply worried. The virus in Du Ruo's body was like a ticking bomb, and they didn't know when it would explode.
Lu Xingchi saw her furrowed brow. Her little face was filled with worry. He smiled and patted her head.
"Don't worry, everything will work out."
Bei Nuan returned her senses, sighed, and glanced at the hand stroking her head. She suddenly realized something.
The unbearably hot sunlight that was shining on her, the saw that she was holding was hot from the sun, and Lu Xingchi's comfort.
Bei Nuan hastily opened the taskbar. Sure enough, God's Blessing was marked complete. A 12-hour countdown popped up. Below it, there was a description: the benevolent god blesses you with the ability to control fire.
Bei Nuan wanted to toss the saw from her hand. She felt lied to. What was the use of a fire ability when they were in a tribe that worshiped a water god and regarded fire as evil? At worst, she might be burned to death as a witch. Oh wait, they probably execute her by drowning.
Bei Nuan carefully studied the taskbar. The description was too basic. How did she control the fire? With her thoughts? Could she control the size of her fire with her thoughts?
Bei Nuan rummaged through her pocket space and found a lighter. However, there were people everywhere. She couldn't start experimenting yet.
While Bei Nuan was thinking about this, she looked up and saw a group of people walking towards them. They looked like a supervisory group that was doing rounds to check on work.
There was a conspicuous man amongst that group. He was also dressed in white, but he was wearing a collared long white robe instead of a collared white shirt. He had long hair, a handsome face, and eyes that were as calm as a lake without ripples. He was a model ascetic.
Based on his clothes, Bei Nuan thought that he and Lu Xingchi must have a lot in common. In this chaotic apocalyptic world, this person was also abnormally clean. His hair shone under the sun, his clothes were tidy, and his clothes blindingly white. He looked like he was suffering from mysophobia.
As the group headed this way, Bei Nuan looked away and pretended to be busy with the saw.
Lu Xingchi's ruffling earlier had messed up her hair. Bei Nuan tidied up her hair.
At the same time, Lu Xingchi had finished sawing off a piece of wood. The wood fell into the sawdust pile with a muffled sound.
Bei Nuan heard the sound and turned to look. Suddenly, the sawdust on the ground ignited, and a large flame rose up.
Sawdust was too flammable. The entire pile of sawdust quickly caught on fire, and the flame was one feet high.
The flame was too big, and the nearby people saw it. There were screams everywhere. Many people in the tribe hadn't seen fire for a long time and were scared.
Bei Nuan stood in place and stared at the fire in puzzlement. She knew that it had to be related to her newly gained fire ability, but why did the sawdust catch on fire?
It was all wood here. If the fire spread, it would be very problematic.
Lu Xingchi didn't hesitate. Before anyone recovered from their surprise, he had already gone over to the spot where houses were being built, brought back soil with a shovel, and put out the fire by dumping soil on top of it.
The commotion here was too big. The inspection group gathered over here.
"How did this place catch fire?"
No one knew.