Follow that voice, you can see who is doing the white thing.

On the way here, they also inquired clearly, the deceased was an old lady surnamed Zhao, a hundred years this year, before they came, they never got up after sleeping at night, and they died quite peacefully.

His children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren all came and did a white affair for him.

Mrs. Zhao also has a good reputation in the village, and there are many people who come to mourn.

When the players appeared at the door of Zhao's house, their ears were filled with noisy music and the sound of talking at the top of their voices.

Several men in white linen clothes were standing outside talking, and when they saw them coming, they came over one after another.

"Are you the tourists from outside?"

Wu Dong Fengyun said yes.

"It's all here, then come in, it's time for the table to be opened."

"We didn't bring any gift money when we were in a hurry, which is not good." Wu Dongfeng touched the back of his head, smiled apologetically, and asked them tentatively.

"It's okay, it's just a few more pairs of chopsticks."

The men invited the players in and lined up a table for them.

The cold dish had just been served here, and Song Qi looked around.

According to custom, the people who came should have paid the gift money, but the Zhao family was willing to let them in, and the people were really good.

Several players were eating with their heads down, not forgetting to observe other places.

At the dinner table, the people who drank heavily had always been unable to control their mouths, and it happened that at this time the wine was served again.

Wu Dongfeng quietly persuaded those middle-aged men to drink, poured down their stomachs one by one, and drank so much that their faces were red.

Especially the person sitting opposite the martial arts storm began to have a big tongue after drinking too much, and his fingers drew several circles on the table.

"The old lady is doing this white thing in real style." Song Qi sighed as if inadvertently, and the martial arts over there glanced at her.

The man who drank too much raised his eyebrows, blushed and said, "Magnificent? It must be magnificent, but lo and behold, it's called a weak heart! ”

A few people next to him were so drunk that their brains couldn't turn around, and they followed his words and asked, "What kind of weak heart?" ”

The man lowered his voice and said, "Do you really think that his children are so filial? ”

At the end of the words, in other people's homes, naturally they didn't dare to go deeper, Song Qi knew that it was enough, and the rest of the content could be pried out from other places.

After a feast, the players went back.

The other players are looking for something to deal with zombies, and this is the task given to them by the martial arts.

When someone saw the black dog in the village, they couldn't help but think that the black dog's blood should also be used.

They ran after the wild dogs in the village, caught them in the yard and bled them.

When Wu Dong came back, he smelled a fishy smell.

"What does it smell like?"

The man came out with a basin of black dog blood.

"The black dog in the village made us catch and bleed, this thing should be useful against zombies."

Anyway, this is also a better prop, and the martial arts will keep the blood of the black dog.

Glutinous rice and garlic were also borrowed.

Before dinner time, Wu Dongfeng told everyone about the harvest of their group.

"Listening to the words of those who went to mourn, the cause of the death of that old lady Zhao seems to be problematic, and it should be related to their children."

This is reasoned by Wu Dongfeng, in fact, it is not difficult, and the words of that person are obvious.

"Will this zombie have anything to do with the Zhao family?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

Wu Dong Fengyun looked at the player who was asking, and said helplessly: "The one who is dead now is the old lady Zhao." ”