Chapter 183: I Can Also Be Called Liu Mu

The setting sun clung to the mountains; the sunset, which used to be orange-red or warm yellow, had now turned into an eerie, ghostly blue, as if the sky had ignited with an unnatural flame.

Few survivors of the Ten-Day Burning had seen the earth and sky during the Burning with their own eyes, but this time, they saw the omen...

"How spectacular, my god, who knew fire clouds could be blue?"

"Does anyone know what this phenomenon is?"

It was just time for dinner, and the workers on break carried their bowls outside one after another to watch.

While curious, some were also worried.

"Could it be that another disaster is coming?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Pastor Kamp said that from now on, it will be peaceful days."

"Hey, where is the Foreman? Was he called away by the Pastor for prayer again?"

After these days, whether in terms of power or strategy, there was no doubt that Liu Mu had become the backbone of these people.

"Called away again. I caught a bit of it from afar; Madaha said there was some important matter. That little brat only knows how to... uh, Ma Dajie, I wasn't speaking ill of your son, I was just thinking the Foreman wouldn't get to eat again..."

The worker who spoke knew that Madaha was Ma Dajie's only kin, so he smiled and pleaded, "You must not mix sand into our meat!"

Ma Dajie immediately put one hand on her hip and pointed at the man with the other, "Who mixed in sand? You brat, don't talk nonsense. I will naturally save the Boss's food; you're the only one who worries blindly!"

Her round body looked just like a teapot filled with boiling water, bubbling and steaming.

Madaha sat in the passenger seat; the seat seemed to have something poking him, so he shifted around the whole way, bumping his head several times due to the bumps.

"Ouch, Xiaoliuzi, do you even know how to drive? It's so bumpy on such a flat road?"

Xiaoliuzi ignored him the entire time, focusing solely on driving, being especially earnest.

Seeing his indifferent, pathetic look, Madaha looked at the person in the back seat through the rearview mirror and said with great dissatisfaction:

"Foreman Mu, did you disappear for half a day again a few days ago? Pastor Kamp is very dissatisfied with your behavior of skipping work for no reason. The large cargo ship has already arrived, and the transport train is on the ship. When exactly will the railway you proposed start being laid?"

Liu Mu had her arms crossed and was closing her eyes to rest; it seemed the strange color of the sky had not caught her attention in the slightest.

"When did you swap jobs with Xiaoliuzi?"

As soon as she spoke, Xiaoliuzi reacted, "That's impossible. I am the construction site supervisor. Madaha is still Pastor Kamp's servant; he has nothing to do with our Mine."

"You, you all..." Madaha considered himself a servant of the Goddess, a believer.

As for being mocked by these people at the Mine for taking care of Pastor Kamp's daily life, the sharp-tongued ones even called him a 'maid' behind his back.

But the reality was even worse than these people thought; Kamp was a complete pervert and bastard.

Madaha had thought about just leaving, but what after leaving?

Even if he successfully escaped with his mother, how would they live?

Therefore, he had to endure, though he did not know when these days would end. He was even more afraid that one day he wouldn't be able to take it anymore, and either he or Kamp would have to die, but no matter which one it was, it would implicate his mother.

He grew gloomier by the day, and he increasingly found these people who fawned over and buttered up Kamp to be eyesores. He would mock them at the slightest provocation, or sow discord; it seemed he only felt comfortable when he made them hate and fear him.

Just as he wanted to argue with Liu Mu, the latter spoke first, "Drive faster. Didn't Pastor Kamp say there was an emergency?"

Right, right, right. Compared to himself, weren't the other two in the car even more servile? Why did those people only talk about him?

"In a hurry now? Aren't you usually very good at slacking off? Hmph, Pastor has been waiting for a long time; you had better..."

"You had better shut up!" Liu Mu suddenly opened her eyes, her face cold as frost, staring intently at the road ahead, "If you dare say one more word, I will throw you out."

Madaha opened his mouth, very unconvinced, but under Liu Mu's intimidating expression, he swallowed the words he had prepared.

Yet he did not give up just like that, muttering under his breath, "What kind of hellish weather, is it sick?"

The car returned to silence, and Madaha noticed the car was driving even faster, inevitably cursing the other two in his heart for rushing to their deaths.

The windows of the Xiaojiaotang reflected the eerie sky, and Haide Kanpu stood in the candlelight at the foot of the Goddess statue.

Even though he was facing the candlelight, more than half of his body was covered in heavy shadows.

"Pastor, you summoned me?"

After the three entered, Liu Mu first bowed to the Goddess statue before walking to Haide Kanpu's side, keeping her head lowered with a respectful attitude.

"Mu Liu, you have come," Kamp still had his back to them, his tone lacking its usual calm, as if suppressing some kind of unwillingness, "I heard that in the characters of your Huaguo, your name means a type of fruit tree, called pomegranate."

"Yes, when I was born, the courtyard at home happened to be in bloom, so my father gave me this name," Liu Mu immediately provided an explanation, as if afraid Kamp would not understand.

Haide Kanpu did not know if he truly did not understand, but he asked, "Then why are you not called Pomegranate, but Mu Liu instead?"

"Oh, because Mu is my surname," Liu Mu acted as if she had not noticed Kamp's abnormality, and even helped Kamp pick up the white towel placed by the holy water basin, handing it to Kamp with both hands.

"So it is a surname." Kamp used the towel to carefully wipe the back of his hand, which was not dirty to begin with, his entire figure becoming even more heavily shadowed, "The three nuns are very satisfied with you, but a certain personage of the Holy See hopes you can change to a name they can understand, such as Pomegranate."

Liu Mu's eyebrows twitched, and a coldness filled her lowered eyes, "Perhaps, I could also be called Liu Mu."

"Liu Mu?" Haide Kanpu's wiping motion paused slightly, then he threw the towel back into the holy water basin with great dissatisfaction, "This name is ominous; the Holy See will not accept it. As a devout believer, you do not need to have your own opinions!"

The candlelight flickered, and Liu Mu's originally respectful back slowly straightened, her elongated shadow covering Kamp's, until she let Kamp see the disdain on her face.

"Is there a possibility that Liu Mu is my original name?"

"What?" Haide Kanpu naturally knew this name, which was why he had called it ominous the first moment he heard it, but by the time he reacted, it was too late.

"You, you all, what have you done?"

Haide Kanpu instinctively wanted to pray to the Goddess, but before his hands could even clasp together, a sharp pain suddenly struck his heart.

Looking down, a bright green vine emerged from his chest, twisting with dark red blood, like a red monster bug searching for food.

"Pastor!" Madaha saw the process of what happened, but everything happened too fast, and he still subconsciously wanted to rush over.

But his legs were bound, and he fell directly to the spot. When he went to look, he only then discovered those vines that were like animals.

"Xiaoliuzi, what exactly are you?"