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

Chapter 91 - I bet 20 yuan that I won't mutate (2)

The boy looked young and was bright as the sun. His eyes were bright and lively. He was like a fearless baby animal. Even though he had just narrowly escaped from the zombies and had almost fallen off the pipe, he still had a pretty good metal outlook. He was even able to think about special abilities.

Indeed, a person who could give a concert to zombies would be brave enough and have nerves of steel.

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

Chapter 90 - I bet 20 yuan that I won't mutate (1)

Lu Xingchi raised his crossbow. As he was thinking about how to aim the arrow to stop the boy, he saw Bei Nuan taking out a small mirror.

She angled the round mirror to reflect a beam of sunlight onto the boy's face.

The reflection traveled faster than Lu Xingchi's arrow. As the boy was about to take another step towards the edge, he noticed the unusually bright light reflected from below.

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

Chapter 89 - He was going to jump (3)

The state of the campus was very sad.

This was normally the best time of spring. Both sides of the roads were lined with blooming pink cherry blossoms, and pollen and flower buds dusted the dark walls and trees with a fresh yellow.

There were still figures walking around and dressed normally. Some of them still had their backpacks on, but their gazes were blank.

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

Chapter 88 - He was going to jump (2)

Lu Xingchi pulled over.

Everyone served themselves a bowl of soup.

The simmered soup had a strong smell and was a hazy white. The salted pork and pork ribs had been simmered until it was soft enough to fall apart. The tripe knots had soaked in the soup and swayed from its plumpness. These ingredients paired with the freshly dug bamboo shoots was enough to make people cry tears of joy.

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

Chapter 87 - He was going to jump (1)

Bei Nuan discovered that they were thinking about the same thing. The owner of the small restaurant had mentioned a zombie virus inhibitor. If it was Huo Ren and his group that had murdered the restaurant staff, then he definitely had a connection the zombie virus inhibitor.

Bei Nuan turned her head to look at the sleeping Du Ruo. If a virus inhibitor existed, they might have a glimmer of hope. But, they had no idea where Huo Ren went after leaving Refuge #9.