A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse

The next morning, Bei Nuan was gently awakened by Dan Sui. +++ Popular Tanmei Novels: www.readwn.com

"Holy Lady of the Guardian? Holy Lady of the Guardian?"

She didn't have a loud voice, but she kept screaming, and Bei Nuan had to open her eyes.

I thought: It’s not easy to be a saint. It’s only a few hours. It’s just getting dark and the birds haven’t gotten up, so they will get up (gan) to live?

Dan Sui saw that Bei Nuan was awake, so he hurried out and asked someone to bring in water.

Lu Xingchi seemed to have gotten up a long time ago, and he was standing at the window, watching the ray of light in the distant sky.

He walked back and smiled and said, "'Holy Lady of the Guardian', this is the name Gahan gave you,'Fake holy woman', doesn't it sound strange? It might as well be called'Real holy woman'."

"You mean Joan of Arc?" Beinen asked him.

Lu Xing thought for a while, "Joan of Arc? This name is not bad, I think it sounds much better."

Even Lu Xingchi didn't know, it seemed that there was really no Joan of Arc in their world.

Bei Nuan seems to have a bit of an impression. The map of this book is big and rough. The part of Europe that should be part of Europe is not a small country at all, but a unified big country. It is probably because the author wants to stand up and is too lazy to write carefully.

Both England and France were eaten, and Joan was gone.

Bei Nuan got up from the (bed chuang), raised her arms, and stretched her waist greatly.

Lu Xingchi took a quick step back, as if he was afraid that she would stumble upon him when she stretched out.

Bei Nuan also suddenly thought of her open finger.

Fortunately, he didn't reach him, otherwise Lu **oss would also speak the truth suddenly, and it would be impossible to end it.

Dan Sui came in with someone carrying water. Bei Nuan got down from the (bed chuang), and at a glance, he found that Lu Xingchi's floor had not been moved at all.

Bei Nuan was a little puzzled, and didn't know how he (sleeping in Shui) last night.

But maybe he has the good habit of making the bed after getting up, he has always been very organized.

While Bei Nuan was washing, Dan Sui stood beside him like the secretary to the president, reporting to Bei Nuan about today's work schedule.

"Holy woman, you have to go out first, lead everyone to worship the water god, and then come back to eat the breakfast prepared in the small kitchen. After breakfast, you have to go with Chief Kahan to fortune-telling today's good and bad things, and decide what kind of work the whole tribe can (gan) today. , Can't (do gan) any work."

There are so many things to be a saint.

In the early morning, people are not allowed to sleep (sleeping in Shui), and they must be called up to worship the **** of water, like (强qiang) making a physical exercise in the morning jog.

"How will you worship the God of Water later?" Of course Bei Nuan won't.

Dan Sui smiled, "Don't worry about the saint, just follow Chief Kahan."

Dan Sui brought a new set of clothes for Bei Nuan.

This time it was no longer the white clothes and white pants separated from top to bottom, but the long skirt that Yawen wore.

The fabric is soft and the workmanship is fine, which is much more than the one sent yesterday (强qiang).

When Lu Xingchi saw that she was about to change clothes, he consciously went out, which made Dan Sui very surprised: the two people were together at night (sleeping in Shui), and they changed their clothes to avoid suspicion.

Dan Sui helped Bei Nuan get dressed and brought another veil.

The veil is quite thick, heavy and heavy.

"Do you have to wear this?" Bei Nuan was a little bit painful.

This thing is like a mask, obstructing breathing, right?

"This is what the prophecy said, it must be worn." Dan Sui explained, "It is said that the saint wearing a veil can help the saint to turn bad luck."

Dan Sui brought in a small makeup case and took out a lot of thick and thin pens from it. It looked like mascara and eyeliner, and he planned to greet Bei Nuan's eyes.

Bei Nuan was speechless: "Is this also what the prophecy said?"

Dan Sui replied calmly: "It is said that the saint must draw her eyebrows and eyes heavily in order to survive death."

Bei Nuan: "..."

No wonder Yawen dressed so strangely.

Bei Nuan's eyelashes were already long and many, but Dan Sui started hard, applying layer after layer of mascara like a wall.

The eyelashes weighed two catties at once, and there were two more black fans on the eyelids, and they were too heavy to open their eyes.

Dan Sui was still dissatisfied, and drew heavily on the eyeliner and the end of the eye, and covered it with layers of eyeshadow, as if he painted a smoky makeup.

Finally, she helped Bei Nuan comb her hair again, one part was draped down, and the other part was knitted into a complicated pattern.

Bei Nuan waited for Dan Sui to be busy working on her head, and was extremely boring, and from the space (touching Mo), she took out a band-aid.

Bei Nuan wrapped her right index finger with Band-Aid, and quietly poked Dan Sui's waist.

Dan Sui laughed: "Holy girl, what are you (gan)?"

After she laughed, she continued to fight with Bei Nuan's hair seriously, and didn't mean to tell the truth.

It can be seen that the band-aid has worked.

When Bei Nuan was dressed up, wrapped in a long skirt and dragging a veil, her eye sockets were like pandas, with two large black eyelashes flashing out, and Lu Xingchi gave a soft "poof".

Bei Nuan squinted threateningly and asked him, "Doesn't it look good?"

The corner of Lu Xingchi's mouth bends, he leaned over and bowed, "The saint's face is God-given, absolutely unparalleled."

The tone is so sincere, it is a lie.

After Lu Xing finished the salute late, he noticed Bei Nuan's fingers wrapped in band-aids and asked her, "Your finger was injured?"

Bei Nuan expected that he would ask this, and nodded solemnly, "Although there is no wound, but I don't know why, it hurts a bit in the morning. I think it's more comfortable to wrap it up."

Bei Nuan was afraid that Lu Xing would ask her to open the band-aid to see what was going on, and even more afraid that he would get started when he was happy (touching Mo).

As a result, Lu Xingchi didn't mean to look at it at all. He stood far away for fear and nodded, "Wrap it, then wrap it."

Bei Nuan clenched her wrapped fingers and thought, if nothing goes wrong, she will probably be able to leave after reviewing Yawen in a while.

However, Yawen was not there.

When presiding over the water **** worship ceremony, there were only two people, Gahan and Bei Nuan.

Yesterday, there was an altar beside the empty field of Guan Bei Nuan. Behind the altar was a wooden house with a large area. Now that the door is opened, you can see the **** of water inside.

Everyone in the tribe is concentrated in the clearing.

When everyone saw Bei Nuan appearing behind Gahan, no one was surprised. The news that the True Saint had appeared had spread throughout the tribe overnight.

The scene of Bei Nuan sitting on top of the sacred monkey in the flames, so many people have seen it with their own eyes, and it is absolutely impossible to fake it.

So as soon as Bei Nuan appeared this morning, everyone saluted Bei Nuan together, more pious than before when they worshiped Yawen.

The appearance of the true saint means that Yawen is a fake, and everyone is speculating about Yawen's future whereabouts.

The absence of Yawen's ceremony this morning seemed to be a signal, which further confirmed the rumors.

When Gahan saw Bei Nuan coming, he smiled a little, gave a ceremony, presided over the ceremony with Bei Nuan, and worshipped the gods.

It's not difficult at all.

Jiahan took every step slowly, waiting for Bei Nuan to follow, as if he had endless patience.

The slow and solemn rhythm of the ceremony seemed to be given a special meaning in the eyes of the tribe.

Bei Nuan found that many people did not leave after the ceremony.

They stood on the side of the road where Bei Nuan returned to the room, hoping to receive the blessing of the new saint.

Dan Sui whispered to Bei Nuan, "Originally, the blessing of the saint was needed when you were born and died, because now they all think that you are the real saint, and the ones that Yawen blessed before don’t count. So you need to give them real blessings."

Bei Nuan didn't understand, "How do you wish?"

Kahan, who was walking in front, heard it, and turned to point to Bei Nuan, "You just need to tap their forehead with the tip of your right index finger."

Right hand, index finger?

Bei Nuan thought, blessing people with her fingers wrapped in band-aids, it didn't seem too solemn.

But band-aids can't be taken.

Take off the band-aids and point them all the way with this finger. This tribe is probably going to collapse with its polite and abstinence.

Bei Nuan stretched out his left hand, "I hurt my right hand, right?"

Gahan was taken aback for a moment and compromised, "Of course it does. The holy woman can use which finger to use."

The men, women, and children of the tribe waited reverently by the roadside.

In a wide range of expectant eyes, Bei Nuan clicked all the way, and everyone she had clicked deeply saluted.

In the crowd, a little boy nodded his forehead by Bei Nuan and suddenly spoke.

"My saint, will the end of the world really come?"

His eyes were innocent, and he waited for Bei Nuan's answer solemnly, with infinite trust in Bei Nuan in his eyes.

"No, there is no end." Bei Nuan bent down to comfort him, "Although this horrible zombie virus outbreak, it is not the first time, nor will it be the last. Have we survived every time?"

She was right.

Earthquakes, storms, plagues, famines, for thousands of years, human beings have survived all the way (touching Mo) every time.

Lu Xingchi followed not far behind him, Bei Nuan took a quiet look, and the Virgin's value increased.

"The saint, will you really save us all?" The little boy looked at Bei Nuan expectantly.

Bei Nuan hesitated for a moment.

She really wanted to say that no one can save you, only oneself can save yourself.

Unfortunately, this is not what the saint should say.

Countless eyes fell on Bei Nuan, full of expectations. In this hard and desperate time, they all pinned their hopes on illusory beliefs.

Bei Nuan finally smiled gently at the little boy and promised him: "Yes, I will definitely save you."

Lu Xing took a deep look at Bei Nuan.

Bei Nuan took a deep look at the Virgin Mary.

The Notre Dame value has risen again.

Bei Nuan lied to so many people, felt a little guilty, and subconsciously clenched her hands. Fortunately, she was immune to "True and Sincere", and there was no need to tell the truth, otherwise the image of the saint would collapse in public.

Hearing Bei Nuan's words, everyone on the side of the road saluted Bei Nuan deeply.

Bei Nuan nodded and nodded like a hamster, but wondered in his heart, where did Yawen go?

Did you go out to find a mysterious person again?

There was such a big event last night, and I still thought about looking for a mysterious person, so my mentality was really good.

When I reached the end of the road, someone suddenly rushed over.

She was a middle-aged woman with a mess of hair that hadn't been combed for a long time. Although she was also wearing white clothes, she was dirty.

"Holy woman!" She rushed to Bei Nuan and suddenly knelt down.

Bei Nuan was taken aback by her.

"Saint, I have never believed in that Yawen, I know that you are the true saint who can save us!"

Someone nearby saw her scared Bei Nuan, and quickly pulled her up while explaining to Bei Nuan.

"Don't be afraid of the saint, this is Zhimin's sister-in-law. Her husband and two children were bitten by zombies, and she was crazy. Chief Gahan saw her being pitiful outside and received her from our tribe. It's okay. "

Wife-in-law Zhi Min just kneeled and refused to get up, looking up at Bei Nuan with expectant eyes.

"Saint, you will save everyone, right? You will save my child, right?"

But isn't her child already a zombie?

Her eyes were eager, and she was full of trust, waiting for Bei Nuan's answer.

Bei Nuan felt soft and replied, "If I can, I will save them."

Wife-in-law Zhimin finally felt relieved when she heard it, and knelt down on the ground, crying bitterly.

Lu Xing behind him took a few steps forward, protecting Bei Nuan, like a celebrity's bodyguard, separating the crowd who moved forward, "The saint has other things."

He guarded her (killing sha) out of the siege, and then whispered: "Bei Nuan, don't get too deep into the play. You are not really a saint, so you don't have to promise them."

He was right.

Just be a saint for two and a half days, don't have to think so much.

In a blink of an eye, Bei Nuan left the matter behind and began to ponder today's breakfast.

The breakfast was really good, with no trace of cassava, and a very tasty curry chicken.

Bei Nuan spent all of the people, and sat down to eat with Lu Xing late, planning in his heart that if he stayed for a few more days, he must get Du Ruo over as an attendant.

You must compete with Du Ruo for delicious food.

After breakfast, it's time for divination.

The divination was held in the place where Jiahan lived, and Bei Nuan Yudan, the great secret secretary, walked there. Before he arrived, he met Yawen.

Even if she wears a veil, only half of her face can be (shown), Bei Nuan can see it, her face is triumphant.

She also saw Bei Nuan, and looked up and down Bei Nuan's new dress. Two steps closer, she actually bowed to Bei Nuan.

Dan Sui immediately became angry behind him.

She whispered to Bei Nuan: "The meaning of the gift she gave was'You are my junior, and you will listen to my teachings in the future'."

Understood, provoked by saluting.

Although Bei Nuan hasn't figured out their complicated etiquette until now, they have no relationship.

Bei Nuan took a picture of the gourd and drew a scoop, and paid a respect, but made a strange gesture with her finger.

Yawen has been in this tribe for so many years and has long been familiar with every salute posture, but Bei Nuan's gesture is the first time I have seen it.

Yawen frowned, "What kind of gesture is that? If you want to be a saint, you don't even know how to bow..."

Bei Nuan replied calmly: "This posture of saluting was created by me. It means that you are my junior, but I don't even want to teach you, because you are so annoying."

Yawen was violently burned by Xiuye's evil fire, and her breathing was unsatisfactory.

"You wait," she said in a low voice, "I'll call someone to take care of you."

Bei Nuan thought to herself, it seemed that she had moved in to rescue soldiers.

No wonder I went out early in the morning.

I don't know what kind of **** her rescuer is that can make her courageous like this.

However, at the door of the place where Kahan lived, Kahan and a group of chiefs were standing there, waiting for them to come to divination, Yawen suppressed the fire and rushed to the side in front of Bei Nuan.

Bei Nuan was not in a hurry, nor arguing with her, and followed her with a smile.

Jia Han took the crowd a few steps to meet them, and bowed to them first.

Everyone hurriedly followed to salute.

Bei Nuan had already seen it clearly. Just next to the room where Kahan lived, there was a small statue of water god. On the wooden table in front, there was a bamboo tube with bamboo sticks (inserted in) full of bamboo sticks.

Yawen passed by Jiahan and the others in a magnificent manner, and walked directly in.

At the right time, Bei Nuan, who was behind her, pulled out the band-aids wrapped in her fingers, and reached out and stung her back.

"Sage Yawen, don't you wait for the chief?" Bei Nuan asked sincerely in a low voice.

This is a very common problem and there is nothing wrong with it.

Yawen glanced back, her voice was loud and natural, and she answered very smoothly: "Jiahan? Waiting for him (gan gan)? He is just a (sexual) cold. For so many years, I have spent so much effort. (Sleeping Shui) Without him, I don't want to waste time on him now."

Everyone heard it.

Everyone's jaw dropped.

What did you hear? ? ?

The two women following Yawen looked at Yawen in panic, and called together, "Saint?"

Yawen herself covered her mouth under the veil, her eyes almost falling out.

But three minutes hasn't arrived yet, even if she doesn't ask, her mouth will automatically speak endlessly.

"Those attendants are OK, but they're tired. I'm going to replace them with fresh ones in two days."

She spoke clearly and had a loud voice, as if she was afraid that others would not be able to hear it.

The scene was silent.

Even if she was a saint, she couldn't make such an ugly reputation of the tribe, Jia Han stepped forward and directed the two women who followed Yawen.

"Yawen is sick, you send her back to rest."

For the first time, he only called her Yawen in public, without adding the word "saint", as if he felt that putting "Yawen" and "saint" together was a shame to the tribe.

The two women immediately stepped forward and took Yawen's arm and walked out. Yawen herself panicked and knew that she had to go.

She followed them, but her mouth was out of control.

"Kahan, wait for me. You are partial to that new saint. I have already found someone to come over. When you two are unlucky."

Saying this is tantamount to tearing his face with Chief Kahan.

Jia Han is not angry, his face (color) is calm, but a little worried between his brows.

After they walked away with Yawen, Jia Han said lightly to Bei Nuan, "Please ask the saint to fortune today's good or bad."

Bei Nuan smiled happily at him, stepped forward to worship the God of Water, and shook the sign from the bamboo tube.

Someone took it right, and came back with joy and announced: "Today is auspicious, everything is suitable."

The entire tribe was immersed in the joy of everything, and all the pillars and beams of the house were arranged.

Bei Nuan feels lucky, and draws a good luck for everyone. Today's saint's work has been successfully completed, and he will go back to rest with Great Secret Dan.

However, before noon, Jiahan sent someone to call Bei Nuan, saying that a faraway customer had arrived.

Bei Nuan was curious, "What kind of far-off is it?"

The people who came scratched their heads, "It's someone from outside who has been to our tribe before. They bring things here every time, saying they are for aid or something. They are very familiar with the chief and the saint Yawen."

Lu Xing could not follow this kind of meeting with outsiders, and Bei Nuan only brought Dan Sui to the place where Jia Han lived.

Before walking outside the door, Bei Nuan heard a familiar voice coming from inside.

It's a male voice.

The tone is unruly and lazy, as if every word is a gift from him to others, and every sentence is obviously mocking.

It seems to ignore everyone in the world.

He was saying, "The new saint? What kind of? I must see it."

Bei Nuan's heart stopped beating.

Huo Cheng.

Bei Nuan's first reaction was to turn around and run away.

This person is moody, does not act according to common sense, and regards human life as horrible, and Bei Nuan does not want to stay for a minute by his side.

But Dan Sui and the guard at the door had already exchanged salutes, and said in a crisp voice: "The Saint Guardian is here."

Bei Nuan made a quick judgment.

The hairstyle and the clothes on the body are all different, the face is covered with a thick veil, only a pair of eyes are (exposed), and the eyes are painted with terrible heavy makeup, which should be unrecognizable.

Huo Cheng is not familiar with Bei Nuan.

From the first encounter on the riverside, Huo Ren shot the boat owner and broke. There was a conversation between the two, and then they took the boat to the other side. He sat far away and only glanced at Bei Nuan.

Later, when he arrived at the 9th prison, he called Bei Nuan to admire him "fishing for zombies" on the gate. The time the two people really got together did not add up to half an hour.

You can take a bet.

Bei Nuan bit his scalp and walked in the door.

Sure enough, Huo Cheng was leaning comfortably in the wooden armchair, his long legs stretched out obliquely, still in that cynical look, and the corners of his thin lips pressed contemptuously.

Seeing Bei Nuan come in and glanced at her dress, there was no special reaction.

Fortunately, there is a heavy makeup on the veil and the eyes.

The prophecy is right, this thing can really turn the saint into good luck.

Bei Nuan lowered her eyes and deliberately covered her eyes with fan-brushed eyelashes.

As soon as he entered the door, Bei Nuan could see clearly that besides Huo Ren, there was another acquaintance.

Zhen Zhen also came.