A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse

“You told me to buy daily necessities. You said I could use the card however I wanted and buy as much as possible.”

Bei Nuan defended herself innocently and took Du Ruo down with her.

“It was when Du Ruo was buying that huge pile of board games that I saw a furniture store next door. The furniture inside was quite nice.”

Du Ruo immediately said, “It was nice. Anyway, your space is so big, it's a waste to leave it empty.”

He turned to Lu Xingchi. “It's just a table. It's not much weirder than the shower head for your campervan, right?”

None of them could judge each other; the three were all equally bad.

None of them were serious about surviving in the apocalypse.

Bei Nuan took out a camping lamp and hesitated a little. “Should we light it? Will it attract zombies?”

“It doesn't matter.” Lu Xingchi slapped the crossbow in his hand on the table.

That's right, this place was quite desolate. Probably no one would hear them even if they had a disco party here, not to mention they had Lu Xingchi.

Although the full moon illuminated the land, Bei Nuan still turned on the camping lamp, letting the warm yellow light illuminate the entire table.

After lighting the gas stove, Bei Nuan took out the double-sided hot pot she had cooked at the hotel from her space.

It was still boiling, bubbling, and fragrant. The mutton that had been put in was still tender.

Mutton, beef omasum, duck intestines, fish balls, bamboo shoots, enoki mushrooms, hot pot dipping sauce, and disposable tableware were all laid out on the table.

“Everything is good, but there might be mosquitoes.” Du Ruo sat down.

Bei Nuan pulled out a bag of strange things as if by magic.

It was a large dome-shaped outdoor mosquito net with a circular support that propped it up into a large circle. It hung from a tree branch, just covering the table and chairs.

Lu Xingchi pulled out a chair and sat down.

He had already experienced one apocalypse, and the conditions were harsh.

Compressed biscuits and canned food were definitely luxuries. Everyone fought for expired bread, and sometimes there was not even clean drinking water.

Lu Xingchi relied on his strong combat power to always go to the most dangerous places to search for supplies, trying his best to ensure the team's supplies.

To be honest, the team's conditions were already much better than most people's.

However, because they often had to abandon their vehicles and walk, and be ready to fight at any time, even if they found good supplies, they were very limited in what they could carry with them.

They could only eat one meal but not the next.

After the team was wiped out and reborn, the second round came in a hurry. It had been a long time since Lu Xingchi had sat down and had a good meal like this.

The fresh scent of plants in the night air was quickly overpowered by the aroma of the hot pot. The three of them ate with gusto.

Today's beef omasum was slippery and crispy, and Bei Nuan and Du Ruo were trying their best to grab it.

Du Ruo couldn't beat her, and suddenly asked, “Should we get some food for the guy in the car?”

That's right, they had forgotten all about him.

Bei Nuan looked at the double-sided hot pot, feeling that nothing was suitable for the wounded, and tried hard to recall how it was written in the book.

In the book, Bei Nuan fed him compressed biscuits.

The book said that Jiang Fei had a fever and was in a daze. He couldn't swallow the hard and dry compressed biscuits, and there was nothing else.

So she chewed the compressed biscuits into a paste and fed it to him little by little.

Chewed, into, a, paste.

Bei Nuan: "…"

Bei Nuan would never do such a thing.

Bei Nuan rummaged through her inventory and miraculously found a box of unopened baby food from the pile of large boxes she had brought from the convenience store.

It was a perfect pouch of nutritional paste for babies.

Bei Nuan carried the pouches back to the car.

Jiang Fei was still lying motionless in the last row, his head wrapped in bandages, his dark eyelashes closed.

As if hearing someone coming, he made a small sound in his throat, it was unclear what he was saying.

Bei Nuan twisted open the plastic lid of the puree pouch and squeezed a little onto his pale, chapped lips.

Seemingly sensing the coolness, he pursed his lips and ate the bit of puree.

Encouraged, Bei Nuan fed him a few more bites.

This was a man who wanted to live. He closed his eyes, eating slowly and with difficulty, but still trying hard to swallow.

Bei Nuan held the pouch and fed him for a while, then her attention wandered.

Not only was her arm a little sore, but if she didn't go back, that gluttonous Du Ruo would definitely eat all the beef omasum.

Bei Nuan looked down at Jiang Fei, who was eating the puree bit by bit, and came up with a crooked idea.

She found a plastic rope from her space, tied the pouch to the handle on the roof of the car, hung it up, and stuffed the opening of the pouch into Jiang Fei's mouth.

The puree wouldn't flow at all.

Bei Nuan found a pair of scissors and cut a small opening in the pouch.

Sure enough, the puree began to flow slowly into Jiang Fei's mouth, drop by drop.

A simple feeding system was set up.

Bei Nuan observed for a while, felt that the feeding system was working properly, then clapped her hands, and went back to eat hot pot with satisfaction.

The beef omasum was still there, placed right in front of Lu Xingchi, a whole plate of it, seemingly untouched.

Seeing Bei Nuan come back, Lu Xingchi pushed the plate of beef omasum in front of her without saying a word.

It seemed that while she was away, Lu Xingchi didn't let Du Ruo touch it at all.

Bei Nuan gratefully hugged the plate and said to Lu, the guardian of the beef omasum, Xingchi, “Thank you.”

Lu Xingchi smiled slightly. “You're welcome.”

Du Ruo said silently, “Friends are less important than beauty, crossing the river and demolishing the bridge.”

Lu Xingchi glanced at him and stared at him.

Du Ruo quickly changed the subject. “Do you two want to play Werewolf?”

Lu Xingchi asked, “How do three people play?”

“I have a way.” Du Ruo asked Bei Nuan to take out the Werewolf playing cards, took three cards - a civilian, a prophet, and a werewolf.

Each of the three randomly drew a card and placed it face down in front of them.

On the first night, the prophet secretly checked one person's card to determine whether they were a civilian or a werewolf.

At dawn, everyone took turns speaking, and finally voted. If the prophet and the civilian could vote out the werewolf together, the good guys would win.

It was very simple, one round to determine the winner.

“What's the penalty for losing? How about not eating beef omasum?” Du Ruo suggested.

In your dreams.

Bei Nuan pulled out a stack of sticky notes from the convenience store. “The loser has to put sticky notes on their face?”

In the first round, Bei Nuan drew the werewolf card.

Just as she was ambitiously thinking about how to lie and deceive people, Lu Xingchi casually glanced at her. “You're the werewolf, right?”

Bei Nuan: “…”

Bei Nuan had never won once as a werewolf.

She would be crazy to play Werewolf with Lu Xingchi, he seemed to have X-ray vision when he looked at the cards.

He could guess whether she was a good guy or a werewolf just by looking at her expression. After listening to her speak, he would know the other two's identities as well. He had never been wrong.

Du Ruo was far worse.

But he and Lu Xingchi grew up together and knew him very well, so he could guess Lu Xingchi's identity accurately.

The problem was that there were only three of them. He knew his own identity and could guess Lu Xingchi's identity, so whether Bei Nuan was a good guy or a werewolf was obvious.

So Bei Nuan lost crazily, losing until her face was covered in sticky notes.

After playing several rounds, the hot pot was finished, and Bei Nuan suddenly remembered her baby food feeding system.

Bei Nuan returned to the car. Jiang Fei was still fine and hadn't choked to death on the puree that had flowed down.

One bag of puree had completely run out.

Bei Nuan put away the empty bag, estimated how much he had eaten, took out a new bag, tied it to the plastic rope, and twisted open the lid.

Bei Nuan pinched the bag, remembering the description of this part in the book.

The book said that she had been guarding Jiang Fei, carefully chewing the compressed biscuits and feeding them to him, carefully wiping the sweat from his forehead, and softly asking, “Are you thirsty?”

Then Jiang Fei woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw the girl.

Her eyes were gentle, her hand resting lightly on his forehead. Even in the darkness, her entire being seemed to radiate a holy and loving light.

At that moment, he thought he had seen an angel.

Bei Nuan imagined the scene and was moved for half a second.

However, she was still thinking about hot pot and Werewolf in her heart, so she resolutely stuffed the plastic opening of the puree pouch in her hand into Jiang Fei's mouth.

Then Jiang Fei really woke up.

He was awakened by the foreign object in his mouth.

He opened his eyes to see a baby food pouch stuffed into his mouth, the pouch hanging from a plastic rope.

At the end of the plastic rope was a small face.

The small face was covered in yellow sticky notes.

Jiang Fei: “…”

Bei Nuan: “…”

The two stared at each other.

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