Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit

Chapter 43 - Deserted (2)

All of the doors and windows were reinforced with crisscrossing steel bars.The courtyard walls had also been reinforced with steel plates, making them stronger and taller. The place now looked like a prison or a bunker. It was strong as could be. Unless the zombies learned how to use dynamite, they had no way of entering.

Bei Nuan was dumbstruck. How had Lu Xingchi done this in the time it took Du Ruo to cook a meal? Where did the huge portable generator at his feet come from?

Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit

Chapter 42 - Deserted (1)

Lu Xingchi found his behavior strange too. He didn't know why he felt this wave of nameless anger.

He had saved Jiang Fei once in his previous life too. At the time, Bei Nuan had cried and pleaded when they came out of the small restaurant. Du Ruo felt bad and made the decision to let Jiang Fei stay with them.

And afterwards? He only knew that Bei Nuan silently took care of Jiang Fei. She fed him food, applied medicine for him, and meticulously cared for him in every way. No one else had to worry about him. Lu Xingchi couldn't remember much about it. It wasn't something he paid attention to.

Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit

Chapter 41 - Can't you be a bit more magnanimous? (2)

Bei Nuan was using one hand to hold the bowl and the other hand to hold the spoon. She wished she could grow a third hand to pat her clever head.

Lu Xingchi looked back at them. His cold gaze fell on the spoon that Bei Nuan was using to feed Jiang Fei. He suddenly remarked in an icy tone, "Does a head injury disable your hands?"

Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit

Chapter 40 - Can't you be a bit more magnanimous? (1)

The next day, the group woke up and set off for Jiangcheng. They would eat breakfast in the jeep; they were waiting to eat lean pork congee made by Bei Nuan.

Although time didn't flow on the upper layer of her pocket space, time flowed normally on the lower layer. It was no different from normal space.

Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit

Chapter 39 - You're blind (3)

Lu Xingchi straightened up. "Do you have relatives anywhere? If so, I can send you there."

Bei Nuan smoothly answered, "I really don't have any. I grew up in an orphanage. My parents are dead."

Lu Xingchi grinded his teeth and smiled. His smile looked quite scary. "Don't always challenge my patience."

It seemed that he really could see through lies.