Chapter 12 Pastor Bai is here

Naturally, Ying Xian had no intention of joining them.

As soon as she returned to Chu Zheng, she saw two or three people getting up from the bench, including Pan Wenfang who had just walked out of the pastor's lounge.

They walked towards the cross in front of everyone.

Below the cross were steps covered with red carpet. They knelt directly on the steps, facing the cross and lowering their heads.

Ying Xian didn't know what they were doing, except that they were probably praying or something.

But she knows that some people have faith, and under today's circumstances, they have not abandoned their faith.

"Aren't you asleep?"

Chu Zheng opened her eyes drowsily and saw Ying Xian staring at the kneeling person, and asked with some confusion.

Ying Xian turned his head and leaned his shoulder on Chu Zheng's shoulder, "Yeah, I can't sleep. I just took a look and it seems that the people here have nothing to eat."

She took out her mobile phone, which she hadn't used for a long time. She still had a one-bar signal, but it was much slower than the previous one-bar signal.

"The signal is probably going to be gone. I feel that this apocalypse may last for a long time. Without food, it would be really scary."

Chu Zheng also sighed, "I have a hunch that we will have to look for food again soon."

The lights above his head went out. Ying Xian raised his head and looked at the ceiling, with a low-level tone, "Yes, but no matter what, we can't reveal that we still have supplies in hand."

"I know, but now that my knife has been confiscated by them, do you still have weapons in your space?"

Chu Zheng lowered her voice and asked.

Hearing this, Ying Xian tilted his head and thought for a moment, then explored the space with his mind, found a palm-long fruit knife, and handed it to Chu Zheng.

"This knife is less noticeable. Keep it close to your body so they don't notice it."

Chu Zheng nodded and carefully hid the knife in her sleeve.

Ying Xian turned on his phone and started reading Weibo updates with a weak signal.

She is now very eager to know the country's policy in response to this.

It took about five or six minutes for Weibo to show up.

The official blog has been updated, and the wording throughout the article doesn’t even seem that official.

But the country's attitude is very clear.

Officials are currently organizing the surviving soldiers to clean up the zombies, and are also preparing to build a shelter base for survivors.

At present, the locations of several shelter bases have been determined, but K City is not among them. Instead, there is a shelter base in D City next to K City.

K city is about three hundred kilometers away from D city, and it is not known whether the road to D city is smooth at present, so Ying Xian has no idea of ​​leaving so soon.

She downloaded a map of K City with a weak signal. For now, it would be a safer idea to stay in K City for a while.

The crowds in the dormitory building that used to be lively are now eerily quiet. Only a few messages for help were sent out, but no one responded.

And no one in the class group sent any more messages.

Ying Xian put away her phone, turned around, put her arm on Chu Zheng's shoulder, and buried her head in her shoulder.

Warm liquid dripped on Chu Zheng's shoulders, soaking her thin clothes.

Chu Zheng was stunned. She didn't expect that Ying Xian, who had demonstrated leadership qualities along the way, would be so fragile, but she quickly realized that no matter how powerful Ying Xian was, he was just a classmate one year younger than her.

She gently ran her hand along Ying Xian's back and hugged her with the other hand.

Ying Xian cried without making any sound, only her shoulders twitching.

After a long time, she raised her head, brushed away her messy hair with her hands, and smiled sheepishly.

Just as Chu Zheng was about to open her mouth to comfort him, someone knocked on the door.

"Is there anyone there? I'm Bai Shaofeng."

As soon as the name came out, Pan Wenfang, who was kneeling on the steps to pray, immediately got up and ran towards the door.

"Pastor Bai? Is that you?"

Ying Xian and Chu Zheng looked at each other in confusion, and then looked in the direction of the door.

Not only them, everyone in the church looked over.

Bai Shaofeng outside the door heard the voice of an acquaintance, and his voice became excited, "Wenfang? Is it you? I am Pastor Bai, let me in quickly!"

As soon as these words came out, Ying Xian subconsciously clenched his fists.

No way?

You can't just let people in if they are acquaintances!

Fortunately, Pan Wenfang did not open the door, but asked, "Pastor Bai, it's not that I don't want to let you in, it's just that I don't know if you are infected, and I can't risk other people's lives!"

Bai Shaofeng heard this and spoke eagerly, "I am not infected. I swear in the name of God, if I am infected, I will go to hell!"

What may seem ridiculous to others is extremely sacred in the eyes of Pan Wenfang, a devout Christian.

She immediately took out the key and opened the lock hanging on the iron chain wrapped around the door handle, carefully put Bai Shaofeng in, and then locked the door.

Someone raised an objection, but Pan Wenfang glared back.

"The pastor is God's messenger in the world! God will have mercy on him just as he has mercy on you!"

But Pan Wenfang also knew that letting Bai Shaofeng in like this would cause dissatisfaction among others, so she immediately spoke to him, "Pastor Bai, now I have to wrong you to go to the confessional to be isolated for an hour. I have no other intention... It's also for them."

For your own sake, after all, there are students who have fled here."

Bai Shaofeng had no objection to this and nodded.

Pan Wenfang winked at the others, and someone came up and took Bai Shaofeng to the confession room respectfully.

Seeing how they treated Bai Shaofeng differently from them, Chu Zheng bit her lip, but still did not express her inner dissatisfaction.

Now that everyone is awake, they sit together with familiar people and start sharing food.

There are also some bread and biscuits in the church, but Pan Wenfang is in charge of them. Christians except students can only get a small bag.

Although the students were allowed to hide in the church, Pan Wenfang had no idea of ​​sharing food with them.

Wang Jian and the others also had food brought from school. They sat in a circle and each ate their own food.

Yang Lijuan walked out of the room holding her belly and sat next to Ying Xian.

Although there was food in the space, none of the three of them had bags with them when they arrived. If they took it out of thin air to eat now, it would definitely attract everyone's attention.

Ying Xian suddenly had a problem. Now he couldn't take Chu Zheng and Yang Lijuan to eat in a separate room. This would even be a bit deceptive.

Yang Lijuan, who saw her struggle, said considerately, "I'm not hungry, so I don't need to eat for the time being."

Chu Zheng also nodded quickly.

Yan Xiaowei, who had been paying attention to them, felt that they might not have anything to eat.

Holding the obviously deflated schoolbag in her hand, she hesitated for a moment, then quietly took out three small breads and stuffed them into her pocket, and walked towards Ying Xian.

"I still have some food with me, you can eat these buns first."

Yan Xiaowei glanced at the others who were eating, and stuffed the bun in her pocket into Ying Xian's arms.

Ying Xian was stunned. She didn't expect that Yan Xiaowei would take the initiative to share the precious food with them.

Just when she was about to refuse, Yan Xiaowei bent her eyes towards them and smiled softly.

"We are all classmates, so we should help each other."
Chapter completed!