A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse

pecial power.

They had seen him recently use his power to shoot the spikes and melt the iron gate.
They weren't stupid.

“Ah? You can open it?” Du Ruo took out a beef jerky, threw it into his mouth, and made an exaggerated surprise expression.
“You can open a door without a key? How can you be so amazing? You hid it so well.
I had no idea.”

It was obvious that Du Ruo was unhappy that Lu Xingchi didn't tell him about his special ability.

“If we're leaving, isn't it better to tell them?” Jiang Fei asked.
“And have them open the gate for us?”

Du Ruo passed the beef jerky package to Bei Nuan.

Bei Nuan didn't want to eat beef jerky.
She wanted to drink Coke and eat ice cream.
The best thing would be to dip ice cream in Coke and eat that.
But that was definitely impossible to do right now.

While they were chatting, the survivors didn't stop arguing.
Their faces were flushed with anger.
They were one step away from fighting.

Bei Nuan quietly found the spot where the most heated arguments were occurring.

“I want to ask something.” Her voice was sweet and refreshing like spring water.

The quarreling people quieted down.

“We don't want to stay here.
We want to leave.
Can someone open the back gate for us?”

Silence.

They had never heard of such a strange request.

There were zombies everywhere outside.
Everyone was eager to stay in the safe refuge.
How could there be people that wanted to leave?

Suddenly, someone in the crowd asked, “Isn't that the woman that went up the gate to save people?”

Someone in the group of students also recognized her.
“It's her! She's the one that threw out a box with spikes that killed the zombies!”

“Could she have a special power?” Someone asked.
This person definitely read zombie novels.

“That's possible.
What happened to the gate was so strange.
Could she have been the one to weld the doors together?”

Bei Nuan quickly shook her hand.
“It really isn't me.
I don't know what happened either.
Those spikes flew out by themselves.
It had nothing to do with me,” she spoke very sincerely, but no one believed her.

Everyone started talking to discuss this.
Bei Nuan couldn't help but ask again, “So can you guys let us leave?”

The student group's leader's eyes suddenly brightened.
“I have an idea.
Since we haven't been able to settle who will be the leader of Refuge #9, how about we choose her? What do you guys think?”

Bei Nuan: ???