A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse - CH 152

Chapter 152 – Is there a time limit for those wishes? (2)

He was too good at seeing through people. Bei Nuan tried to keep her expression as calm as possible. “Of course there is. I set a three-day period for myself. The offer is void when the time expires. You don’t want to miss out on my offer, do you?”

Lu Xingchi smiled. “Okay, I’ll tell you within three days.”

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They drove along the river and didn’t reach the border until dark. At the border, there were two small towns of each country. The residents of both countries often crossed the international borders, and there were many people that did business in both countries. The vicinity of the port used to be quite lively and prosperous.

That prosperity was no longer a good thing. There were zombies everywhere with no humans left.

Du Ruo was right. Passing the international border no longer made a difference.

Lu Xingchi continued driving along the river. It was only when the sky was completely dark that he stopped the jeep to set up camp. He had chosen to stop under the shelter of the trees by Yanhe River.

The late spring night was warm and comfortable. Bei Nuan didn’t stay in the jeep. After putting the jeep away, she set up a tent for herself like Lu Xingchi and the others.

During the past few nights in Yao Town, she had been sleeping on a comfortable bed. And now, she couldn’t get used to sleeping on the air mattress.

Bei Nuan simply volunteered to take the first night shift. In the past, the others had taken on the duty of sharing the night shifts. Bei Nuan didn’t participate and slept through the night.

As Du Ruo put it, “If you don’t sleep and take a night shift, we’ll worry about you and stay up to watch over you. That’s too troublesome.”

Tonight, she has asked so earnestly, and their surroundings were so desolate. They didn’t even see any traces of zombies, so Lu Xingchi agreed.

The others went asleep, and there was only the chittering of bugs in the woods.

Bei Nuan sat there for a while before going to the river for a breather.

Although the river here was wide, the current wasn’t strong. The river rippled with a sliverly light in the moonlight.

Bei Nuan suddenly noticed a small boat not far from them on the river.

The boat wasn’t far from the shore, and it was empty. She guessed that the boat had been swept down by the current. It was currently trapped at the bend of the river and slowly whirling in the whirlpool.

Bei Nuan sprinted back to the camp, rushed to Lu Xingchi’s tent, and yanked down the zipper on his tent.

He was lying there quietly with a blanket.

Light was shining through the open window on the tent. There was a shadow on one side of the bridge of his straight nose, and his long eyelashes were resting below his eyes. He was sound asleep.

Bei Nuan thought; he was sleeping too deeply. What if she had been dragged away by zombies? He wouldn’t even know if zombies crawled into his tent.

How could that be possible? He had to be pretending.

Bei Nuan quickly retreated.

As soon as she moved, Lu Xingchi, who had kept his eyes closed until now, turned over, grabbed her, and pressed her beneath him.

Bei Nuan discovered that he had his shirt and pants on. He hadn’t taken off any clothes to sleep. He must have been worried about her taking the night shift.

Like a leopard holding down an antelope, Lu Xingchi looked down at Bei Nuan. He looked at her like a predator that was happy he had caught his prey.

He tilted his head and calmly stared at her. “You’re getting braver. Sneaking into a man’s tent, what were you planning on doing?”

Bei Nuan purely and innocently answered, “Of course there’s a reason why I came here.”

Lu Xingchi looked at her and licked his lower lip. “I happen to want to look for you too. I’ve been thinking, my second wish -”

Seeing that his mind was going to the gutter, Bei Nuan quickly interrupted him, “Can you wait a moment to say your second wish? If you delay any more, the boat will be gone.”

“Boat?” Interested, Lu Xingchi got up and let go of Bei Nuan.

When they reached the river, the boat had almost freed itself from the whirlpool.

“Do you have rope? A long and study one,” Lu Xingchi asked Bei Nuan.

Bei Nuan found a rope. Lu Xingchi also asked her for a spike.

As soon as the spike was in his hand, it curled up like a cat’s tail and part of it formed a small circle.

Lu Xingchi tied the rope to the small circle, opened his hand, and the metal spike flew up, shot towards the boat, and firmly drove itself into the bow of the boat. The other end of the rope remained in Lu Xingchi’s hand, and he slowly pulled the boat over.

Elated, Bei Nuan grabbed the rope and helped Lu Xingchi pull the boat to shore. The next time they encountered a river, they would have a boat.

They circled the slender and long boat and studied it. It was an ancient-style boat with distinct ethnic characteristics. Like a long bean pod, both ends of the boat were raised high. Although it wasn’t big, it wouldn’t be a problem to seat five people.

While they were busy looking at the boat, they suddenly heard the sound of tires driving over leaves from behind them.

Bei Nuan turned to look and saw a van passing through the woods and stopping not far from them.

Several people opened the van’s doors, jumped out, and came over shouting something.

Bei Nuan glanced at the boat out of guilt. Had they been caught red-handed? This boat had been floating on the river. Could it have belonged to these people?

When they got closer, Bei Nuan caught sight of the guns in their hands.

They shouted again. This time, Bei Nuan got what they were saying. “Hands up!”