A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse

Bei Nuan buried her head in his chest.

Lu Xingchi held her, gently stroking her hair.

She didn't want to go to Geta City.

Lu Xingchi thought, it must be because once she went to Geta City, she would leave and return to the world that belonged to her.

Lu Xingchi asked "Number Three" in his mind, "What if I never go to the last mission location?"

Xiao San's light and melodious voice came, "Why not go? You're only one Geta City away. As long as you go and stay for a dozen hours, won't the mission be completed?"

Lu Xingchi ignored his question and insisted on asking, "What if I don't go?"

Xiao San was going crazy, "My brother, I'm begging you, the people I have doing missions now are more disobedient than the last. Only one or two are a little promising, and my performance depends on you. But you're dropping the ball at the last moment, and you're telling me you're not going?"

Lu Xingchi still ignored him and asked again, "What will happen if I don't go?"

Xiao San had to answer, "Didn't I tell you? There's a ten-day grace period for checking in at each mission location. If you still can't get there after ten days, the mission is considered a failure, and the superpower disappears."

"Only the superpower disappears?"

"Isn't that enough?" Xiao San was speechless. "A superpower! I told you, this is a god's superpower! Think about it, at the current rate of ability growth, what could you do in the future?"

He could fly into the sky, move the earth, control planets, destroy everything with a wave of his hand, and become the master of the world.

Lu Xingchi lowered his head and kissed Bei Nuan's hair.

But compared to her, superpowers were nothing.

Lu Xingchi's tone was light and happy, "Okay. Then I won't do the mission."

Xiao San "…"

Lu Xingchi thought, it was only a little regretful, it was a pity that he couldn't take her flying like he promised her last time.

Lu Xingchi didn't speak, so Bei Nuan didn't speak either.

She nestled in Lu Xingchi's arms, without a sound, quietly listening to his heartbeat.

Suddenly there was a louder thumping sound, and someone was knocking on the door outside.

Bei Nuan poked Lu Xingchi's chest, "Someone's here."

"Shall we pretend we're not here?" Lu Xingchi suggested a bad idea.

"How could we not be here? Where could we go?" Bei Nuan broke away from him, got up and opened the door, "It must be Du Ruo who's hungry again."

Sure enough, Du Ruo stood outside the door, looking unhappy, and said only one word—

"Hungry."

To celebrate their successful arrival in the safe zone, everyone decided to have a hot pot meal.

Bei Nuan took out the frozen beef and mutton chunks and had Jiang Fei and Lu Xingchi slice them with knives. The two competed with each other, cutting the meat thinner and thinner.

Du Ruo picked up a slice of beef that was so thin it was transparent, frowned and asked, "If you cut it like this, won't it disappear as soon as it goes into the pot? Will we even be able to find it?"

His tone was full of doubt.

At the end of the long corridor on this floor was a communal kitchen. Based on the principle of conservation, and to avoid using the water reserves in their space, Bei Nuan and Tang Tang took the vegetables to the kitchen to wash.

The kitchen was not small, with sinks on two sides. A group of girls in Alliance employee uniforms were chatting and washing their lunch boxes.

This was the employee dormitory, two people to a room, and the people living there were all single and young.

"I heard that new people have moved into our floor," one of them said.

"It seems they're not from our headquarters."

"Someone said they were refugees temporarily placed here by some department."

"Refugees? They're stuffing refugees in here with us? How annoying! Who knows where they came from, don't they consider our safety?"

"I heard they're all handsome guys, and one girl," someone said.

"What's the use of being handsome? Can being handsome fill your stomach? Are we going to eat dirt with the refugees? These days, being able to get meal tickets is the key."

Someone sighed, "When dating, you still need to be at least Level Five. Above Level Five employees seem to be able to eat meat twice a week, right?"

"How would I know? Ask her, her boyfriend is Level Five." The speaker poked the person next to her.

A young girl had a little pride on her face, "Yes, but not last Thursday, they only gave each person a boiled egg."

Everyone said, "There were eggs? Eggs are pretty good. When looking for a boyfriend, you have to be at least Level Five. Below Level Eight, you don't even get assigned a dormitory, right?"

Someone laughed, "Not being assigned a dormitory is fine, my dream is to live at Number One Garden Road."

A group of people giggled, "Keep dreaming, even our minister doesn't live on Garden Road, and you want to live at Number One Garden Road?"

"Even our Supreme Executive Officer doesn't live at Number One Garden Road."

They chatted lively, and no one saw Bei Nuan and Tang Tang.

Bei Nuan and Tang Tang smiled at each other.

They had finally come out of the zombie hordes and were welcomed back to human society, full of trivialities and a chain of contempt.

After a while, two more women with striking features and wearing Alliance uniforms came in and greeted the others.

They used English to repeat the story about the refugees who had supposedly moved into the building.

They lamented again how unsafe it was to have refugees move in.

Gossip was a common hobby of mankind, regardless of nationality.

Finally, someone saw Bei Nuan and Tang Tang, poked each other, and glanced over here.

Tang Tang turned his head and gave them a bright smile.

He was already sunny, cute, and likeable, and the voices over there instantly lowered.

Bei Nuan couldn't help but look at them, and suddenly found that all the girls had turned to stare at the entrance of the communal kitchen, with expressions on their faces as if they had seen a ghost.

Bei Nuan turned her head and immediately understood.

It turned out that Lu Xingchi had come.

Bei Nuan still remembered the shocking feeling she had when she first saw Lu Xingchi in the small supermarket in S City.

It was too normal to stare at him in a daze.

Behind him was the light shining in from the door, as if his whole body was glowing.

He walked in, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his sharp, indifferent gaze swept over the sinks, and he used his slender fingers to say a sentence—

"Do you want me to wash the garland chrysanthemum or peel the potatoes?"

Face-value enthusiasts had no borders, and the kitchen became unusually quiet. Bei Nuan stuffed a few potatoes into Lu Xingchi's hands.

While Lu Xingchi was peeling potatoes with lightning speed, Jiang Fei suddenly poked his head in.

He smiled gently at Bei Nuan, "Bei Nuan, can you give me another knife? Du Ruo said mine was easy to use and snatched it away."

He and Lu Xingchi had a slightly different style, he was handsome and elegant, and his shirt was worn loosely, with the collar open, revealing two collarbones that could raise fish.

Bei Nuan quickly found a knife and handed it to him.

The knife spun nimbly on his fingers, and he smiled at Bei Nuan again with the "fifteen-degree angle on the left side of his face" that Lu Xingchi had complained about, and left.

The communal kitchen was eerily quiet, with only the sound of water still rushing.

Like a revolving lantern, Du Ruo came again.

He had a head of soft hair, broad shoulders and long legs, and his eyes were as gentle as a golden retriever. As soon as he came in, he reported to Bei Nuan seriously.

"The sliced fatty beef and mutton are all cut, the shrimp paste, oysters, yellow throat, and duck intestines are all ready-made. Jiang Fei is cutting tofu skin and tripe. When will your vegetarian dishes be ready? The yuan-yang pot is boiling, I'm hungry."

Bei Nuan quickly drained the water from the enoki mushrooms in her hand, put the washed vegetables into the basket, and quickly slipped away with Lu Xingchi and the other three.

It would be one thing to close the door and eat secretly, but Du Ruo even ran over to announce the dishes.

They might get beaten to death.

The boiling yuan-yang pot was bubbling, and the spicy and fragrant smell was like a tangible entity, filling the entire room.

Du Ruo picked up a slice of yellow throat and looked at Bei Nuan suspiciously, "Your combat power isn't very good today?"

Bei Nuan supported her head with both hands, looking at the table of people sitting around, her head was dizzy in the hot pot steam, as if she was drunk.

Lu Xingchi was by her side, everyone in the team was fine, and when Song Ce's transforming agent came out, Du Ruo would return to normal.

She didn't have to go to Geta City anymore, and could stay here forever.

Bei Nuan only felt that everything was satisfactory.

She only hoped that time could stop and freeze forever in this moment.

As the hot pot was coming to an end, the lights suddenly went out.

"It's okay," Jiang Fei said, "the administrator said that the city has to ration electricity every night and pull the switch on a regular basis."

No electricity was nothing. Everyone had lived in the apocalypse for so long and had long been used to it. They took out emergency lights to continue eating hot pot.

Just as Bei Nuan was struggling with whether she should add wide noodles to finish off the meal, there was a sudden commotion outside.

The soundproofing here wasn't very good, and there were hurried footsteps in the corridor, as if many people were coming this way.

The footsteps stopped at the door, and someone knocked lightly and rhythmically on the door.

"Who is it?" Tang Tang stood up and went to open the door.

Outside the door was a young man in his twenties, looking rigorous and serious. Next to him was the administrator of this building, and behind him were many residents who had come to watch the excitement, all craning their necks to look inside.

The young man politely said to Tang Tang, "I'm from the Senior Executive Officer's office, my name is Fang Liming."

This was the dormitory for Alliance employees, so of course everyone knew Fang Liming.

The one who currently controlled the entire operation of the Alliance was the promising young General Lu Ding, and Fang Liming was undoubtedly his right-hand man.

It was said that he was highly valued by Lu Ding, and at a young age he was a Level Two employee of the Alliance, and it was estimated that he would have a bright future.

Everyone was wondering, Fang Liming usually stayed by Lu Ding's side, and they couldn't even see him, so why would he suddenly come to the ordinary employee dormitory?

So many people had come to watch the excitement.

Fang Liming continued, "General Lu asked me to come and pick up Mr. Lu and Miss Bei to have supper."

The corridor suddenly became extremely quiet.

Lu Ding sent Fang Liming to the ordinary employee dormitory to invite people who were rumored to be temporarily settled refugees to have supper.

Bei Nuan also came over and looked back at Lu Xingchi.

Seeing that they didn't agree immediately, Fang Liming quickly said, "General Lu seems to really have something important to say."

Lu Ding had something important to say, maybe it was about Song Ce and the vaccine.

Bei Nuan asked Lu Xingchi, "Shall we go for a trip?"

Lu Xingchi nodded in agreement, "Okay. I also have something to talk to him about."

Fang Liming immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He had come with a car and a driver, and the car was parked downstairs, taking them straight to the direction of the Alliance headquarters.

It was now the time of city-wide power rationing, and the streets and alleys of the city were pitch black, with only a few houses showing a little candlelight.

However, there was one street that was different, brightly lit.

Bei Nuan leaned on the car window and looked out, "What is that place? Everyone else has no electricity, but only that place has electricity."

"That road is called Garden Road," Fang Liming replied to Bei Nuan.

He said, "Garden Road was originally a luxury residential area. Later, after Ye Ruocheng became the administrative center of the Alliance, many houses changed owners, but the people who live there now are either rich or noble, from all countries."

So this brightly lit road was the Garden Road that the group in the communal kitchen had mentioned.

Bei Nuan asked, "So they're getting special treatment, the whole city has a power outage, but only they don't have the switch pulled?"

"No." Fang Liming replied, "The Alliance hasn't given them special treatment, but these mansions can generate their own electricity and have independent power supply systems, so they're always lit."

The brightly lit Garden Road was particularly conspicuous in the pitch-black Ye Ruocheng.

No wonder everyone envied it.

In addition to Garden Road, there was another place that was also lit, which was the headquarters of the Alliance.

It turned out that the place where Lu Ding lived was in the headquarters.

They got out of the car, and Fang Liming led Bei Nuan and Lu Xingchi into the flat building of the headquarters, walking all the way inside, through a long corridor covered with thick carpets, and finally stopped in front of two intricately carved double doors.

Fang Liming gently knocked on the door, "General Lu, Mr. Lu and Miss Bei are here."

The door opened, and Lu Ding appeared at the door, having changed into casual clothes, but even casual clothes on him were as sharp and upright as a military uniform.

He nodded to Fang Liming, indicating that he could leave, and let Bei Nuan and Lu Xingchi into the room.

This was an exotic room, with large embroidered tapestries hanging on the walls, a circle of sofas by the window, and a long, intricately carved dining table on the other side.

In addition to Lu Ding, there was someone else in the room.

It was a man who looked about the same age as Lu Ding, probably in his early thirties.

This man was tall, with a straight nose and deep-set eyes, with very obvious mixed-race features, and was using a deep gaze to unabashedly size up Bei Nuan.

He was wearing an exquisitely tailored dark three-piece suit, revealing a section of snow-white cuffs and antique cufflinks.

It was clearly a neat and restrained outfit, but he wore it in a leisurely and comfortable manner.

Bei Nuan thought, wearing this in such hot weather, it was obvious that he was someone who never left the range of air conditioning, and with the energy situation so tense in the apocalypse, it seemed a bit extravagant.

Lu Ding closed the door, turned to the man, and introduced him, "This is my younger brother, Lu Xingchi, and this is his fiancée, Bei Nuan."

Bei Nuan? Fiancée?

Lu Ding seemed to be a very measured person, so why would he suddenly make up that she was Lu Xingchi's fiancée?

Lu Ding completely remained calm under Bei Nuan's surprised gaze, and continued to introduce them.

"This is the chairman of TIX, Shang Yan, Mr. Shang."

Shang Yan had already withdrawn the unscrupulous gaze he had when Lu Ding's back was turned to him, and walked over, extending his hand to shake hands with Bei Nuan and Lu Xingchi.

He said, "As expected, like brother, like brother, both are outstanding people."

His voice was deep and magnetic.

He raised the corner of his mouth at Bei Nuan, "The two of you are a match made in heaven, standing together, it's really enviable, it even makes me want to fall in love."

Bei Nuan looked up at Lu Xingchi, and the two of them were thinking the same thing.

Shang Yan's voice was too distinctive, it was obviously the person who had called Huo Ren.

He was the boss of TIX, the mastermind who controlled and directed those shady dealings, and had been chasing Song Ce and intercepting the vaccine all along.

Bei Nuan thought, oh, so this is what the big boss behind Huo Ren looks like.

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