Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 230 - If she had to tell the truth, the image of the saint would be destroyed (2)
After Lu Xingchi was done saluting, he noticed the band-aid on Bei Nuan's finger and asked, "Is your finger injured?"
Bei Nuan had anticipated that he would ask and solemnly nodded.
"Even though there's no wound on my finger, it felt a bit painful when I woke up. It feels more comfortable to wrap a band-aid around it."
Although Bei Nuan was worried that Lu Xingchi would ask her to unwrap the band-aid to check, she was even more worried that he would suddenly hold her hand when he was feeling happy.
As a result, Lu Xingchi didn't ask to see. He kept his distance from her and nodded.
"That's good, keep it wrapped up.
Bei Nuan held that finger and thought; if nothing went wrong, they would be able to leave once they interrogated Yawen.
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During the ceremony to worship the water god, Yawen was missing.
There was an altar on the side of the empty field where Bei Nuan had been locked up last night. There was a small shrine behind the altar. The door to that shrine was open today, and Bei Nuan could see the water god enshrined inside.
Everyone in the tribe was gathered on the open field. When they saw Bei Nuan following Jia Han, they weren't surprised. The news that the real saint had appeared had spread throughout the tribe overnight.
So many people had seen Bei Nuan sitting in the cage with a monkey on her head and being illuminated by the fire on the nearby trees. It couldn't be a false rumor.
And so, when Bei Nuan appeared this morning, everyone saluted her. Their salute towards her was even more devout than the one they greeted Yawen with.
Since the real saint had appeared, that meant Yawen was a fake. Everyone was speculating what would happen to Yawen in the future. Yawen's absence in the morning ceremony was a sign that further confirmed last night's rumor.
Jia Han saw Bei Nuan coming and faintly smiled. After saluting her, he presided over the ceremony with Bei Nuan. They worshiped the water god and made offerings.
Presiding over the ceremony wasn't difficult. Jia Han did each step very slowly and waited for Bei Nuan to catch up before doing the next step. It seemed like he had endless patience.
In the eyes of the tribe members, the slowness of the solemn ceremony bestowed a special meaning.
Bei Nuan discovered that many people didn't leave after the ceremony was over.
They stood to the side of the path that Bei Nuan would take to return to her room and hoped to receive the new saint's blessings.
Dansui quietly told Bei Nuan, "Originally, the saint only gives out blessings at birth and at death. They think you're the real saint, so the blessings they received from Yawen in the past don't count. Please give them real blessings."
Bei Nuan didn't understand. "How do I do that?"
Jia Han, who was walking in the front, heard her question and instructed, "Just tap their forehead with your right index finger."
Right index finger?
Bei Nuan thought; it didn't feel solemn enough to bless someone with a band-aid finger, but she couldn't take off the band-aid either. If she took it off and tapped away with that finger, the tribe's current polite and ascetic appearance would be ruined.
Bei Nuan stretched out her left hand. "My right hand is injured. It should be fine with my left hand, right?"
Jia Han was startled for a moment before compromising, "Of course that's okay. The saint can use any finger."
The tribe's men, women, old, and young were devoutly waiting by the side of the path.
Under their expectant gazes of the crowd, Bei Nuan tapped away. The people that got tapped on the forehead deeply bowed to her.
A young boy that Bei Nuan had just tapped on the forehead suddenly asked, "Saint, will the end of the world really come?" His pure eyes looked at her with infinite trust as he solemnly waited for her answer.
"It won't. The world won't end," Bei Nuan bent over and comforted him, "Although the zombie virus outbreak is scary, this isn't the first time a disaster has happened. And, it won't be the last time either. Haven't we gotten through it each time?"
She was right. There were earthquakes, storms, plagues, and famines. For thousands of years, humans have gone through challenging experiences. They always made it though.
Lu Xingchi was following her not too far away. Bei Nuan stealthily glanced. Her Holy Mother value had gone up.
"Then Saint, will you really save us all?" The boy hopefully looked at her.
Bei Nuan hesitated.
She really wanted to save that no one could save him. People had to save themselves.
However, a saint couldn't say that.
Countless hopeful eyes fell on Bei Nuan. In this difficult and desperate time, they pinned their hopes on illusory faith.
Bei Nuan finally gently smiled at the boy and promised, "Yes, I'll definitely save everyone."
Lu Xingchi deeply looked at Bei Nuan.
Bei Nuan took another look at her Holy Mother value. It had increased.
Bei Nuan felt a bit guilty lying to so many people. She reflexively clenched her hands and felt lucky that she was immune to her ability. If she had to tell the truth, the image of the saint would be destroyed.
After hearing Bei Nuan's answer, they deeply bowed to her.
Bei Nuan had tapped everyone's forehead like she was playing whack-a-mole while wondering where Yawen had gone. Had she gone out again to look for that mysterious man? If she was still thinking of going to look for that mysterious man after what happened last night, then her mentality was really good.
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