Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 220 - If she wasn't in a tribe that regarded fire as the source of evil, this ability would be quite fun to have (1)
Lu Xingchi and Bei Nuan were the closest to the extinguished fire, and thus were the most suspicious ones. However, everyone in the camp was wearing a thin white shirt and pants without pockets. There was no place to hide a lighter.
Someone mysteriously said, "Is it the fire god that's causing trouble?"
Someone accused Lu Xingchi, "There's something wrong with this person. How does he know that fire can be extinguished by covering it with soil?"
Bei Nuan thought; isn't that common sense? Lu Xingchi wasn't an idiot.
Jue Niu came over and tried his best to squeeze through the crowd.
Jue Niu said to the man in the white robe, who was standing in the middle, "Chief Jia Han, Saint Yawen recruited these people to the tribe today."
His meaning was very obvious. These were outsiders, so it was normal they had come into contact with fire and knew how to put it out. It would be fine if they undergo purification a few times in the future.
Bei Nuan thought; so the leader of the supervisory group was Chief Jia Han. She had thought their chief was an old man. How surprising that he was so young.
Ah, so this must be the guy that the saint was speaking on the phone with when she did the cutesy spoiled act. Bei Nuan immediately came up with a 100k-long dramatic love story between the chief and the saint.
Jia Han raised his hand to silence his chattering subordinates. He didn't pursue the matter of why the fire started, and his focus wasn't on the man who could put out fires. Instead, he was looking at Bei Nuan with curiosity.
"You just joined the tribe? Where are you from?" He asked Bei Nuan. His voice was smooth and gentle, as if he was worried a loud voice would scare Bei Nuan.
Bei Nuan truthfully told him that she came from the border.
He nodded. "There's zombies everywhere now. Don't be afraid. Stay here with peace of mind. It's much safer here."
Bei Nuan nodded. "Okay."
Someone nearby reminded her, "You can't just say okay. You have to salute the chief."
Bei Nuan recalled what she knew about saluting, gathered her energy, and gave the highest level of respect to Chief Jia Han.
The crowd laughed.
Bei Nuan: Huh? Was she wrong again?
Jia Han also smiled. "You only use this salute for the saint. I'm the chief, not the saint, so your salute doesn't need to be so solemn."
Jia Han suddenly deeply saluted Bei Nuan.
"This is the salute for the saint," he explained.
Then, he saluted again.
"This is the salute for me."
The surroundings suddenly became quiet. Everyone was aware that Chief Jia Han, who had only saluted Saint Yawen before, had just saluted Bei Nuan.
Jia Han acted as if he wasn't aware of what he just did. He didn't say anything else and passed by Bei Nuan and the others.
The other members of Jia Han's group left Bei Nuan and the others behind and caught up to Jia Han.
Bei Nuan watched him leave and reflexively scratched her head.
The hem of Jia Han's robe suddenly caught on fire.
He was surrounded by people. Someone in his group immediately noticed, screamed, and tried to tear off his robe.
Jia Han turned and saw the flame too. He was much calmer than his others. He immediately unbuttoned his robe and took off his robe as soon as possible. He was wearing another layer of clothing underneath the robe.
Someone brought over a bucket of water and extinguished the fire.
It had been a frightening moment, but Jia Han wasn't injured.
However, Bei Nuan was going crazy. What was wrong with this ability? Why was she repeatedly setting fires without meaning to? If this continued, she might end up killing someone.
Bei Nuan opened the taskbar again and carefully searched through the text, but she couldn't find any information on how to use the fire ability.
She sighed and scratched her head in frustration.
Not far away, at the spot that Bei Nuan was looking at, a tree suddenly caught on fire.
This time, everyone had experience with fire. Someone ran over with a basin of water and poured it on the tree, extinguishing the fire that had just started.
All the people that were working fell silent.
Having fires breaking out again and again was very ominous.
However, Jia Han was very calm.
He glanced at the burnt tree trunk. "It's okay. Don't be scared. It's probably because we've been too busy building the camp and neglected to offer sacrifices. I'll go offer sacrifices to the water god later. Everything will be fine tomorrow."
Everyone was convinced by his words. They deeply bowed, dispersed, and went back to work.
Jia Han led his group away.
However, Bei Nuan had the nagging sensation that he had been looking at her before leaving.
Bei Nuan held the saw and looked at the sawdust on the ground. She figured it out. The same thing had happened right before the three fires had broken out.
For the sake of everyone's safety, Bei Nuan decided to test out her hypothesis now.
She found a hidden spot behind a pile of logs, secretly grabbed a handful of dust, and dug up a large handful of soil like a mouse.
Then, while staring at the sawdust, she touched her head that Lu Xingchi had recently touched.
Sure enough, as soon as her fingers touched her head, flames leapt up and happily danced on the sawdust.
She understood. Don't touch her head.
Bei Nuan tried again and found out that as long as she focused, she could control the size of the fire. If she wasn't in a tribe that regarded fire as the source of evil, this ability would be quite fun to have.