A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse

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Everyone worshipped deeply in the most pious posture at the time of sacrifice.

Seeing that no one responded, Saint Yawen gritted her teeth, (gan Gan) she walked into the crowd, bent over and drew a knife from a person's waist.

The sharp blade of the blade was reflected in the blazing fire, and Yawen clutched the knife tightly, and walked towards Guan Bei Nuan's cage angrily.

Bei Nuan looked at her and thought: Couldn't you suddenly think (kill sha) of me inexplicably?

This is definitely one's own death, no wonder others.

Bei Nuan stared at her, raised a hand, ready to go (touch Mo) on top of her head.

Just as the fingertips were about to reach the hair on top of the head, a clear and firm voice came from behind the group of kneeling people.

"Yawen, what do you want (gan gan)?"

Their chief Kahan hurried over with a large group of people. He walked too fast, his white robe splayed in the night breeze, hunting and rolling.

The people behind him also saw Bei Nuan, who was holding the monkey in the fire, and knelt down again.

Only Gahan did not kneel.

He glanced at Bei Nuan first, without any special reaction at all.

It seemed that several trees were burning violently and violently. There was a girl in the cage next to the tree, and the girl holding a monkey strangely on her head was really normal, and it was all he expected.

Jiahan turned to Yawen, his voice calm, without the slightest emotion.

"If you don't kneel, what's the matter with holding a knife?"

Yawen was holding the knife and staring at Jia Han in a daze. Suddenly, she threw the knife in her hand to the ground with a clang, then turned and ran.

Jia Han didn't go to see her again, but walked to Bei Nuan's cage and folded his hands in front of (xiong).

Bei Nuan saw that, once again, he bowed deeply to her in the most respectful way he had used during the day.

"The saint woman came to the world, blessed and blessed." He said.

Bei Nuan:?

Ten minutes later, Bei Nuan was no longer in the iron cage.

She sat comfortably in an already built house where Kahan lived, with the Great Sage squatting on her shoulders, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, and drinking swiftly.

The tea was brought by Kahan himself.

He brought the tea, sat down on the armchair next to Bei Nuan, turned his head and ordered the people behind him: "Take the portrait of the saint."

Someone respectfully agreed, and not long after they went out, he held up a big box.

The box is made of old mahogany with fine patterns carved on it and locked with an old-fashioned brass lock.

Kahan took out the key, opened the lock, and showed Bei Nuan the contents.

There is a picture lying flat in the box.

The painting is not too big, it is only two feet square, it is painted on a piece of cloth, the cloth is yellow, and it looks like it has been around for some years.

But when Bei Nuan saw clearly what was painted on the painting, she was stunned.

Above is a girl sitting cross-legged, with a blanket embroidered with intricate patterns and fringed.

On her side, there are several huge torches burning, and in front of her are narrow and light vertical lines.

The most important thing is that on the girl's head, a little monkey is firmly held in the dungeon.

The girl's eyes are round and round, and the monkey's eyes are round and round.

This is exactly what Bei Nuan did just now.

Bei Nuan: "..."

"This is something that our tribe has passed down for countless generations."

Gahan explained.

"Our tribe has always had a prophecy that one day, the evil **** Xiuye ​​will take over the world and bring disasters that will destroy the world, and countless people will die in the disaster."

"But God has not given up on the world. A saint who is favored by God will surely come to this world and save the entire world. This picture is a portrait of this saint."

"Every time a sacrifice is held, we will hang up this picture for enshrinement, so as soon as everyone sees you just now, they will immediately recognize it."

So this painting is the picture of the saint of their tribe.

The saint holding a monkey on her head, how funny this saint looks.

But there is no doubt that the person painted above is very similar to Bei Nuan, as if he had witnessed the scene just now.

Bei Nuan recovered, a little stuttered.

"But isn't there a saint in your tribe?"

It was Xiuye's evil fire attacking his heart, almost (killing sha), and ran away without (killing sha) and threw the knife, but no one chased him.

"Yawen was found when my father was the chief a few years ago."

Jia Han's words are warm and objective, and he tells Bei Nuan about Yawen's origin.

It turns out that when his father was the chief, he once passed by a remote village. The village worshiped monkeys as gods, and there were monkeys everywhere in the village.

There are households inside, guarding the temple for the monkeys, and his youngest daughter plays with the monkeys every day.

The girl is very young, but she is beautiful and smart.

When Gahan's father saw her, he felt that she might be the saint in prophecy.

"Yawen has a sweet mouth since she was a child. She can coax people and make my father happy. This saint has been doing very well over the years."

Kahan paused.

"But since I haven't been able to speak, I have looked at the statue of the saint over and over again when I was held in my arms by my father. In my mind, the saint should be exactly the same as in the portrait, not like Yawen."

Gahan stared at Bei Nuan, "She should grow up to be the first thing people can see, knowing that she is the daughter of God's favor, pure, beautiful, and different from others."

Bei Nuan was a little embarrassed, and thought to herself, this is really a face-to-face world.

Gahan said, "You seem to walk straight out of the statue of the saint tonight."

Bei Nuan thought: If I were Yawen, I would also put a blanket on a monkey and pretend to be like the statue of the Virgin, wouldn't it be enough?

Kahan is talking about this.

"Of course Yawen knows what the saint looks like. Every spring festival, when praying for a good harvest in a year, she will dress up as in the saint's portrait and pose as in the portrait."

"She's fine. The problem is that monkeys are hard to find."

"She has a group of monkeys there and has been training the monkeys, hoping that they can hold her head obediently while offering sacrifices."

Gahan's tone was calm, but Bei Nuan heard a slight mockery from it.

"It's a pity that after training for a long time, only an old monkey is willing to lie on her head peacefully during the sacrifice."

"It's obviously a little monkey in the painting. Yawen is not satisfied, but she didn't have to choose. It's a pity that even the old monkey died last winter. Before Yawen could train a new monkey, there was an outbreak of zombies."

"And the vertical stripes on the painting," Jia Han said, "We have never understood what that means. When Yawen once posed for the sacrifice, let people hang strips of light veil in front of her. Hanging over the newly sprouting branches..."

Gahan gave a rare smile.

"...I just understand now that it turned out to be the iron fence of the cage. The torches on both sides turned out to be trees on fire."

"What you are wearing is the blanket on our altar. We found someone to make it according to the style in the painting." Gahan glanced at the Great Sage, "Did the holy monkey get it for you?"

Bei Nuan: Holy Monkey?

Great Sage: Ow?

Bei Nuan thought to herself that the way their tribe recognized the saint was too unreliable.

According to him, the statue of the saint is not a secret, many people have seen it at the sacrifice.

The NPC can set up a bureau, find a girl, put a blanket on a monkey, like Bei Nuan tonight, so that everything will naturally be like a faint (fat), and if the trick is enough, you can To play around with the people of their entire tribe.

But Bei Nuan couldn't say this by himself.

Jia Han stared at Bei Nuan.

He suddenly changed the subject, "I noticed you during the day. You set all the fires today? You made the fire on the tree tonight?"

Bei Nuan was immediately guilty.

Their tribe worships water and hates fire. If they knew that she had set the fire, they would still think that she was some kind of demon who pretended to be a saint. In the end, she had to be thrown into the salt river.

But Kahan's expression was still gentle and calm.

He continued: "Our tribe actually has a way to identify the saint. This is a secret. Only the chiefs pass on from generation to generation. No one else knows. Even Yawen doesn’t know. My father thinks it’s nonsense, but I I have always believed in it."

Gahan glanced behind him, and the few people standing behind him immediately withdrew respectfully.

Gahan then continued.

"The prophecy says that the saint who is favored by God will be jealous of Vulcan Xiuye ​​and cursed by him. If she is not careful, things around her will catch fire and cause the suspicion of God's followers."

"So once you see the sudden fire, you don't have to doubt it, it is the true saint who has appeared."

Bei Nuan:? ? ?

This is also ok?

The ability to control fire, which was thought to be a cause for disaster, is actually the ultimate proof of the identity of a saint?

Do you want to talk like that?

Gahan said again: "And only by becoming a saint can the curse of Vulcan Xiuye ​​be lifted."

Bei Nuan was stunned for a second, and immediately opened the task bar, and found that the countdown behind "Blessing of the Gods" really stopped.

Bei Nuan was very happy, and quickly (touching Mo) (touching Mo) on the top of his head, nothing happened (fat).

Kahan has been observing Bei Nuan, and when he saw her (lu) with a surprised expression, he also smiled, "Is the saint no longer letting out fire?"

He guessed very accurately.

The time for the countdown to stop was just right, and it was in close agreement with the ancient prophecy.

But Bei Nuan did not speak.

This Jiahan has always distinguished his relationship with Yawen.

Isn't he the person Yawen spoiled on the phone?

If he is, it feels like he has a leg with Yawen. Since he has a leg, why didn't he help Yawen at all, so he recognized the saint of Bei Nuan?

This matter may not be that simple.

"I became a saint, what should Na Yawen do?" Bei Nuan asked him tentatively.

Gahan pondered for a moment.

"I have never recognized Yawen as a saint. After my father died, I originally planned to remove her saint's dumplings, but it happened to be a zombie outbreak."

Jia Han frowned, "Yawen has been a saint in the tribe for ten years. If you suddenly make such a big change when you are in such a panic, you will not be able to calm people's hearts."

"Now that the true saint is here, she should have been sent away, but Yawen..."

Jia Han's brows furrowed deeper.

"...She found herself a new backer after my father died, and I can't touch her for the time being."

Bei Nuan was curious, and didn't know who Yawen's new backer was, but even Jia Han was afraid of it.

Jia Han thought for a while, "So I think, for the time being, let both of you be saints in the tribe, and there should be no (guan) type."

Bei Nuan was a little funny in her heart.

It's like playing a werewolf (killing sha). The first time I heard that there were two real witches in a game, if two witches jump out, either one is true and one is fake, or both are fakes.

The prophecy of their saint sounds like nonsense.

But why there is such an ancient painting with Bei Nuan, the painting is still so similar, Bei Nuan did not think clearly.

Kahan then asked Bei Nuan's name and thought for a moment.

"Your name is too unlike a local name. Why not, I'll help you re-name a saint."

Bei Nuan did not object and waited quietly.

After a long time, he said, "Why don't you call Zhende?"

Zhende? Joan of Arc?

In the world in their book, the countries and history of the whole world are all different, and there is no such thing as Joan of Arc who has a short life but burns extremely brightly.

Of course Kahan didn't know.

You can't use this name, because it offends the sages, and it's too unlucky.

"Shall we change one?" Bei Nuan discussed with him, "How about Guardian? Saint Guardian?"

People are "real", Bei Nuan is "fake".

Gahan readily agreed.

"It's too late," Gahan stood up, "I have asked someone to arrange a place for the saint, please go back and rest."

Gahan ordered a girl named Danho to be called.

This is a little girl with a big face and big eyes, looking about the same age as Bei Nuan.

The first thing Dan Sui came in was to solemnly bow to Bei Nuan with the highest standard.

Just as Bei Nuan wanted to return the gift as usual, he was stopped by Jia Han.

"You are a saint, no one is more noble than you, and there is no need to return a gift."

Bei Nuan suddenly discovered that being a saint has a huge advantage-no longer having to remember those complicated etiquette rules, bowing endlessly.

Only when others bowed to her, she didn't need to pay attention to others at all.

"Dan Sui, you will follow Saint Guardian from now on."

Dan Sui saluted Jia Han again and agreed. Although he didn't say a word, his eyes were very lively. He curiously looked at Bei Nuan and the Great Sage who was squatting peacefully on her shoulders.

Kahan said to Bei Nuan, “Dan Sui is very diligent and clever, and will take care of your daily life. If you lack anything and what you want to do, just find her.”

Bei Nuan thought, President Bei suddenly added a life secretary.

It was already very late at night, Bei Nuan stood up, walked two steps outside, and suddenly looked back.

"Does it have a privilege to be a saint to pick an attendant among the men of the tribe? I saw Yawen coming like this (gan gan)."

Jia Han's cold face was embarrassed for a moment, "Yes."

Choosing suitable servants to serve was originally a normal thing, but Yawen used this kind of power indiscriminately to specially select good-looking men to go to her. This matter has long been rumored in the tribe. Over the years, Kahan couldn't suppress it even if he wanted to.

Unexpectedly, the first thing Bei Nuan did after becoming a saint was to ask for this.

Bei Nuan said fluently, "The four men I want to come with me all come to be my attendants."

Gahan is even more embarrassed: four men? Four? ?

Gahan carefully chose the words, "The saint has just been a saint on the first day, so it needs so many people at once, and it is not good to spread it out, can you... uh... just pick one for the time being?"

One?

Bei Nuan did not hesitate, "Then I want the tallest and most handsome one!"

Kahan: "..."

Bei Nuan thought to herself, the ability to set fire is gone, of course, we must quickly call Lu **oss to come over.

Inexplicably, she suddenly became a saint, robbing Yawen from the position she had sat well in these years, and she wanted to know that she would never just let it go.

The knife in her hand must be hungry (Ji) and thirsty now.