Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 234 - The prophecy was right (3)
Jia Han frowned. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Yawen's following words.
"This woman is thin and ugly. What does Huo Ren see in her?"
This was blatant provocation.
Even Zhen Zhen, who only cared about what Huo Ren was saying and doing, turned to look at her in surprise.
Bei Nuan tucked her legs close to herself and watched the show while quietly eating melon seeds.
Yawen was the star of today's show without a doubt. She captured everyone's attention and launched a frank attack on Zhen Zhen.
"This woman is so inferior. She doesn't have a pretty face or a good figure. What does he want her for?"
Everyone in the room was stunned.
Did Saint Yawen lose her mind?
Jia Han and Huo Ren yelled, "Yawen!"
Yawen had suddenly and inexplicably spoken her thoughts aloud. She was originally startled by her behavior, but she was used to being arrogant and wasn't worried about it.
She felt she had lost face when Jia Han and Huo Ren yelled at her.
That skinny woman wasn't gorgeous and alluring like her. That woman was a person without any status. If she felt like it, she could have her thrown in the Yanhe River. How could they yell at her, a saint, for that woman?
Her mouth was much faster than her brain.
"Who is she? She's nothing. How could you yell at me for her sake?"
Zhen Zhen shyly tugged on Huo Ren's sleeve and said, "Speak nicely. Don't speak so harshly."
Zhen Zhen sincerely meant what she said, but those words were like adding fuel to fire in Yawen's ears.
Yawen thought that this thin woman was not only ugly, but also scheming.
Yawen had been treated like a goddess in the past. Everyone treated her with great respect. She had never suffered these negative feelings.
She slapped the armrest, stood up, and pointed at Zhen Zhen. "Stop pretending!"
"I'm not." Zhen Zhen was about to cry. Looking afraid, she grabbed Huo Ren's arm.
"Let go of him! Huo Ren, throw her out!" Yawen was furious.
Seeing Yawen lose her temper at Huo Ren, Zhen Zhen couldn't endure it anymore. "Just talk to me if you have something to say. He's been busy traveling lately. He's already very tired and not in a good mood. Don't yell at him."
Based on her understanding of Zhen Zhen's character, Bei Nuan knew that Zhen Zhen truly meant these words.
However, Yawen interpreted these words completely differently. She thought Zhen Zhen was putting on an act of being gentle and thoughtful in front of Huo Ren to set off her unreasonableness and bossyness.
Shaking with anger, Yawen stared at Zhen Zhen.
The lively argument between a holy mother and a saint in Huo Ren's harem meant Bei Nuan was extremely safe. No one was paying attention to the silent Bei Nuan, who was curled up in the chair.
Yawen pointed at Zhen Zhen and continued to angrily shout at Huo Ren, "This type of woman only knows how to insincerely say pleasant-sounding words. How is she of any use to you?"
The room suddenly fell silent. The three minutes were up.
It didn't matter that the time was up. There was no cooldown on using this skill, and people didn't gain temporary immunities after the skill was used on them. It would be very easy to reapply the effect.
Bei Nuan immediately turned towards Yawen, rudely tugged on her arm, and whispered, "How about sitting down to talk?"
From the perspective of others, it looked like she had good intentions and wanted to mediate.
After Yawen was touched by Bei Nuan, the truth once again gushed out from Yawen like a frizzy reaction after a Mentos was tossed into a bottle of Sprite.
"Aren't I more useful than her? I'm the tribe's saint. In this place, who doesn't know of me? I can help you find who you're looking for." Yawen was utterly exasperated. "Last time, you told me to look for that person. As long as that person is found, the medicine can be found. Isn't that right?"
Bei Nuan didn't expect that Yawen would suddenly change the topic in the middle of the argument. Bei Nuan glanced at Huo Ren.
Huo Ren's expression had changed. He coldly looked at Yawen with narrowed eyes.
Despite this, Yawen continued speaking and unloading a copious amount of information, "Your boss is waiting for you to find that guy. I've braved inclement weather and spent so much effort to help you these past days, and you actually dare to be so mean to me-"
Before Yawen could finish speaking, there was the sound of a gunshot.
She fell straight back into the chair. The rest of the secret was stuck in her throat and would never have a chance to be spoken.
Bei Nuan's first response was to run away. He might kill her to keep the information from being spreading.
However, Huo Ren didn't continue to shoot. He twirled the gun in his hand and casually put it away.
Bei Nuan mulled over Yawen's words. It was fortunate that she had been vague about the person Huo Ren was looking for. Otherwise, everyone in the room would be doomed too.
Huo Ren tilted his head and enjoyed the view of Yawen, who had been shot in the head and was lying motionlessly in the chair. He smiled and said, "How could I dare to be mean to you? Of course I couldn't do such a thing."
The scene was silent, and the smell of gunpowder lingered in the air.
Huo Ren turned to say to Jia Han, "Your tribe has a new saint. Isn't it nice that I got rid of the old one for you?"
Jia Han didn't say anything. His usually calm eyes showed a look of pity.
He didn't like Yawen. It was only because Yawen had Huo Ren as her backer that he didn't send her away. Even so, it was another matter to see someone that he had known for several years being killed.
After a moment of silence, Jia Han finally declared, "Saint Yawen went out today and was bitten by a zombie. She was about to turn into a zombie. Handle her body carefully. Take her outside of the camp and bury her."