A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse

Everyone knew, even Team Leader Zheng himself, who was known as the best sharpshooter in the base, didn't possess such skill.

To hit such a small star on a soda can at that distance, while it was in mid-air, using a pistol, was simply unimaginable.

This seemingly fragile little girl, who looked like she could be blown over by a gust of wind, was actually a divine marksman.

In this apocalyptic world where order had collapsed, all identities, backgrounds, and accumulated wealth had vanished. Strength was the only criterion for measuring a person, strength was everything. Those with strength ate meat, those without gnawed grass.

No one continued to joke about Bei Nuan.

Only Xiao Shouzi was still a little unwilling, muttering softly, "This is all from young masters and misses burning money at the shooting range. When actually facing zombies, it would be good enough if they don't tremble."

Team Leader Zheng glanced at him, ignored him, and said to Bei Nuan, "I don't have any extra guns right now, but when I do, I'll give you one."

"No need, no need," Bei Nuan quickly refused. "Just give me a crowbar."

In the end, Bei Nuan still went to receive a crowbar that, other than carrying it around for show, was meaningless to her.

The sun rose higher, and the search team was about to depart.

Today's search team consisted of twenty or thirty people, divided into several smaller squads.

Team Leader Zheng originally wanted to disperse the few newcomers, including Bei Nuan, among the various squads, but they collectively refused.

Du Ruo carried his broadsword on his shoulder, speaking boastfully, "When it comes to killing zombies, the few of us have long been accustomed to working together. Teaming up with others, we're not quite used to it."

Bei Nuan thought, That's right. We've long been used to effortlessly winning. Not teaming up with Boss Lu is indeed something we're not used to.

Team Leader Zheng unexpectedly agreed and didn't split them up. Instead, he scanned the group and pointed to Xiao Shouzi, who had almost been shot by Bei Nuan earlier.

"You go with these newcomers and show them the way."

Xiao Shouzi was reluctant, but he seemed to be very afraid of Team Leader Zheng, so he obediently came over.

Lu Xingchi's group was assigned a battered minivan.

The appearance of this minivan was a bit too tragic.

It was unknown what it had experienced in the apocalypse, but the paint was peeling all over, there wasn't a single intact window, and all four sides were drafty like a toothless old woman.

After everyone got in the car and sat down, Lu Xingchi started the engine.

With a shudder like a seizure, the minivan sputtered a few times and finally started slowly.

Once it finally got going, the engine entered a stable state—

A stable state of continuously emitting a strange, rattling "da-da-da" sound.

The minivan rattled "da-da-da" while also causing the entire vehicle and its occupants to vibrate at a high frequency.

Just like that, Boss Lu drove this not-at-all-impressive minivan, slowly and barely keeping up with the rest of the convoy.

Bei Nuan, in the passenger seat, couldn't help but rub her face, which had been numbed by the vibrations.

Lu Xingchi turned his head and glanced at her, furrowing his brow.

He lightly patted the dashboard with his palm, a light "pa" sound.

The high-frequency trembling stopped immediately.

Not only the trembling, but the strange "da-da-da" sound from the engine also disappeared.

The minivan seemed to freeze for a second, then suddenly accelerated and shot forward.

Swiftly, smoothly, like a small leopard that had suddenly learned how to run.

Xiao Shouzi was baffled. "Strange, there's something wrong with this car. Last time, the boss spent a whole day fixing it and couldn't. How come it suddenly stopped making that noise?"

Tang Tang, leaning against the window and looking outside with boredom, said lazily, "No matter how many days your boss spends fixing it, it's not as good as our boss patting it once."

The convoy left the base and drove onto the boundless reddish-brown wasteland, kicking up red dust that enveloped the entire convoy.

There were no roads on the ground, but there were tracks from tires, indicating that the search team had frequently come in this direction.

Before long, many buildings appeared in the distance.

From afar, a city could be seen.

A new, modern, normal city. It was obvious that it must now be full of zombies.

On the sparsely populated outskirts of the city, Team Leader Zheng had the convoy stop by the roadside and everyone get out to walk.

The sound of car engines would attract zombies, so it was safest to sneak in quietly.

Team Leader Zheng spent a long time explaining the precautions.

Bei Nuan summarized it as: enter the village quietly, don't fire guns, don't be greedy, grab supplies and retreat, staying alive is most important.

Five or six people formed a small squad, and each person was given a large backpack. Everyone's mission this time was to search for food.

Team Leader Zheng directed four or five men from another vehicle, "These newcomers haven't been here before. You take them with you."

However, when they actually set off, those men didn't show any intention of waiting for Bei Nuan and the other "young masters and misses." They slipped away, familiar with the route.

This was exactly what Bei Nuan and her group wanted.

After everyone else had left, Lu Xingchi led Bei Nuan and the others back the way they came and had everyone get back in the car.

The purpose of Bei Nuan and her group coming here was to find banks everywhere. Walking was too slow, driving was more convenient.

Xiao Shouzi inexplicably followed them. Seeing everyone get back into the minivan, he was startled. "You can't drive in there. The noise is too loud, it'll attract zombies."

No one paid him any mind.

Lu Xingchi, sitting in the driver's seat, asked, "Are you getting in or not? If not, I'm leaving."

Although this place was on the edge of the city, there were still occasional zombies passing by. Xiao Shouzi didn't want to be left alone here, so he quickly climbed into the car.

Lu Xingchi stepped on the gas, and the minivan zoomed off.

Lu Xingchi suddenly turned the steering wheel, making a sharp turn, avoiding the direction where several squads had disappeared, and took another road.

This battered minivan redeemed itself, full of vigor. It was probably the first time in its vehicular life that it had been driven with a drifting sensation.

This was a city occupied by zombies. There were no living things moving on the road.

Driving towards the city center, there were more and more shops along the way. Bei Nuan stuck her head out of the car window, looking everywhere for the bank logo.

Lu Xingchi considerately slowed down the car, immediately attracting a large group of zombies running after the car.

Du Ruo also leaned on the window frame, looking with satisfaction at his subjects running alongside the minivan, then glanced at Xiao Shouzi, who was sitting in the last row.

Xiao Shouzi was already scared to death by Lu Xingchi's blatant disregard for the zombies, his face full of fear, his mouth chattering non-stop.

"He attracted so many, what are we going to do later?"

"Quick! Quick! Quick, step on the gas! They're going to catch up to us!"

"This car won't break down, will it? Will it?"

"Buddha bless, Bodhisattva bless, Great Immortal Liu bless!"

Tang Tang, who was leaning against the window, basking in the sun and feeling sleepy, asked drowsily, "Who is Great Immortal Liu?"

Du Ruo, seeing that Xiao Shouzi was only trembling with a pale face and not paying attention to this side, quietly nudged Bei Nuan and whispered, "Give me a bag of beef jerky."

Bei Nuan was a bit helpless. "They really don't eat it."

Du Ruo insisted, "Try again, there's no harm in trying."

Bei Nuan had no choice but to take out a bag of five-spice beef jerky from her space, quietly tear it open, and throw a piece out the windowless car window.

Bei Nuan predicted, "See, they don't want it at all."

The piece of beef jerky was too small. The several zombies chasing the minivan were foolish and didn't even see it.

Only one of them noticed a small object flying past and stopped chasing the car.

This zombie had only recently mutated. His body was still quite clean, and he appeared to be a young man of about twenty years old.

He looked back, searching.

"Even if he picks it up, he won't eat it," Bei Nuan said with certainty.

The zombie finally found the beef jerky.

He bent down, picked it up, sniffed it, then put it in his mouth.

This was a bit novel. The last time Bei Nuan fed beef jerky to a zombie, it just sniffed it and threw it away.

This zombie probably had a poor sense of smell.

Bei Nuan insisted, "You'll see, even if he eats it, he'll spit it back out."

However, the zombie didn't spit it out. He smacked his lips, chewed, and swallowed the beef jerky.

He looked up at the minivan, then suddenly started running at full speed, attempting to catch up with the wheels.

Like a child chasing an ice cream truck.

He yelled loudly, "He-he-he," as if shouting, "That car that throws beef jerky! Wait for me! Wait for me!"

This was a bit strange. Could it be that this zombie's taste had changed?

Bei Nuan was pondering when she caught a glimpse of the Saintess Points.

The Saintess Points actually slowly and quietly increased a little.

Although the increase wasn't much, it actually moved.

Bei Nuan tugged at Lu Xingchi. "Lu Xingchi, can you turn the car around?"

Xiao Shouzi in the back seat went completely crazy, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Turn, turn, turn around?!"

Lu Xingchi listened to Bei Nuan very well, not even asking for a reason. He turned the steering wheel and turned the car around.

When the minivan passed by the snack-eating zombie again, Bei Nuan took out another piece of beef jerky and threw it out the window.

Tang Tang had been sleepy amidst the monotonous "he-he" sounds of the zombies and was almost asleep. He was startled awake by the minivan's sudden swerve. Opening his eyes, he saw Bei Nuan throwing beef jerky and was a bit touched.

"Sister Nuan Nuan, you're even responsible for feeding the zombies? You're such a kind person."

Lu Xingchi was speechless. "Is this kindness? Isn't this a bit too kind?"

Jiang Fei smiled at Bei Nuan. "If you want to feed them, then feed them. Anything is fine."

Xiao Shouzi was about to cry. "What are you feeding the zombies? Stop feeding them, let's hurry up and drive away!"

No one paid him any attention.

A scene that astonished everyone happened once again.

The zombie, seeing the familiar little thing fly out of the car again, quickly picked it up and ate it.

Then, he chased after the minivan, seemingly wanting more.

Like a puppy chasing a car.

Bei Nuan glanced at the progress bar, and sure enough, it had moved a bit more.

Feeding zombies could actually increase Saintess Points.

Bei Nuan quickly calculated and realized that this wasn't cost-effective. Even if she fed all the boxes of beef jerky in her space to it, the Saintess Points wouldn't increase much.

However, everyone else's attention was focused on the zombie with the unique taste.

Lu Xingchi drove the car in silence, lost in thought.

From Xie Yuanqing to Old Hu, every reborn person had mentioned the zombie mutation a few years later.

At that time, the zombies were smarter and stronger, bases fell one after another, humanity retreated steadily, and were almost completely slaughtered.

Lu Xingchi himself hadn't lived to see that time.

In his previous life, Du Ruo hadn't been infected with the zombie virus, and Lu Xingchi killed zombies as soon as he saw them, so he hadn't paid any attention to the zombies' living habits and diet.

Today, this zombie was different. Not only did it eat beef jerky, but it also cleverly ran ahead to block the road, which was very unusual.

Lu Xingchi muttered to himself, "Could it be that the zombie virus has already started to mutate?"

"Mutate?" Bei Nuan overheard. "You're saying the zombie virus is mutating?"

Bei Nuan didn't know about this; it wasn't written in the book.

Bei Nuan didn't pay much attention to this, her mind focused on finding the bank.

The minivan, in Lu Xingchi's hands, completely transformed into a fine steed, speeding through the city like the wind.

Bei Nuan suddenly saw a familiar blue logo on the corner of the street.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Bei Nuan became excited.

Lu Xingchi slammed on the brakes.

The group of zombies on the street, attracted by the sound of the engine, immediately rushed towards them. Lu Xingchi got out of the car and casually dealt with the horde before letting everyone else get out.

Xiao Shouzi was still unconscious. Tang Tang shook him for a long time before he woke up.

After waking up, he was dazed for a while, looking around, then overjoyed: "Am I still alive? I'm not dead?"

Everyone: "…"

Xiao Shouzi, still dizzy, followed everyone into the bank, puzzled. "Aren't we going to look for food? This is a bank, right? What are we doing in a bank?"

Tang Tang casually replied, "Don't we need to withdraw money first if we want to buy food?"

Xiao Shouzi: ???

There were actually safe deposit boxes in the bank, but unfortunately, the numbering didn't match.

Jiang Fei said, "There must be quite a few branches of this bank in the city. I guess we won't have time to search them all today."

A sudden inspiration struck Bei Nuan.

"I have a… rather strange idea," she said sheepishly.

"Tell me," Lu Xingchi said. He never found any of Bei Nuan's ideas strange.

"The street where the bank near my house is located is called Binhe Road. The street number for the bank there is very small, either five, seven, or nine. So I was thinking, could there be a Binhe Road here too, and could there be a bank on Binhe Road…?"

The same address led to Bei Nuan's home, so following the same address, could it also lead to a bank?

Bei Nuan secretly felt that although this logic was bizarre, it was quite smooth.

Lu Xingchi, quick to act, was already walking out. "The Yan River is in the north of the city. If there's a Binhe Road, it must be there."

Everyone returned to the car. Lu Xingchi drove north all the way to the Yan River and found that the street sign on the tree-lined road by the river actually read "Binhe Road."

Before they reached the end of Binhe Road, everyone saw the bank logo from afar.

The street number was seven.

Bei Nuan and Lu Xingchi exchanged glances, both feeling hopeful.

The car stopped in front of the bank. The zombies outside the glass doors immediately swarmed. This time, before Xiao Shouzi could faint, Tang Tang grabbed him.

"Don't be afraid, look."

Lu Xingchi had already gotten out of the car, raised his crossbow, and shot with unerring accuracy. Almost instantly, all the zombies fell a few steps away.

Not a single one remained.

Xiao Shouzi's eyes widened, his jaw dropping.

Bei Nuan also jumped out of the car and followed Lu Xingchi into the bank. The two of them found the safe deposit boxes without any obstacles.

An entire wall was filled with mailbox-like safe deposit boxes.

Row after row, each compartment about ten by twenty centimeters, with metal plates inlaid on them, marked with numbers.

Bei Nuan spotted it at a glance.

However, there were two keyholes on the flat safe deposit box.

Bei Nuan inserted her key into one of the holes, and it went in easily.

Bei Nuan turned it gently.

The key turned smoothly halfway.

Clearly, the key was correct.

Unfortunately, the door didn't open.

"This kind of safe deposit box has two keys. The bank keeps one, and the person who rents the box has the other. Each time, you need to open the box together with a bank employee."

Lu Xingchi explained.

However, he obviously didn't have the patience to look for the bank's key. Instead, he placed his hand on the safe deposit box.

The box door clicked open.

Inside was a red metal box.

Bei Nuan pulled the red box out of the safe deposit box.

The metal box wasn't very big, only slightly wider and taller than a pencil case she used as a child.

"This should be something my dad left, right?"

Although the key fit, this was another world after all. Bei Nuan felt a little guilty, as if she was stealing something someone else had stored in the bank.

"Let's take a look, and we'll know," Lu Xingchi said, reaching out to help her open the lid.

Inside was something Bei Nuan recognized.

A notebook was neatly placed inside the metal box. The cover was plain, made of brown kraft paper, and not very large, only slightly bigger than Bei Nuan's open hand.

It was an old diary of her father's from before he passed away.

Bei Nuan reached out and flipped through the pages inside the box. It was indeed her father's handwriting.

Their absurd attempt to retrieve a sword by marking a boat had actually found the sword.

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