"Did he get killed by zombies?" There are bold speculations.

Wu Dong Fengyun didn't reply, thought about it carefully, and said: "I'll take a look tomorrow, I hope to get other clues, cook early, and then rest for a while, and prepare to deal with the zombies in the second half of the night." ”

Hearing Wu Dong Fengyun say this, the players took action one after another.

"How did you say that old lady Zhao died?" Lin Jiahui asked Song Qi curiously.

Song Qi shook his head, "I don't know yet, but rumors always come out of the mouths of the villagers, maybe we can ask people who don't deal with the Zhao family very well." ”

Those people may add oil and vinegar to their mouths, but the fundamental problem will not change.

The task of cooking at night fell to Song Qilin, Jiahui and several other players.

After the first day, they were relatively proficient in the rural stove, and their speed was also faster.

I ate before it was dark, and Wu Dongfeng distributed the glutinous rice again, and this thing is still very useful.

Song Qi and Lin Jiahui each have an ink fountain.

Male and female players go back to their rooms to rest, rest for a while early, and wake up in the second half of the night to be refreshed.

He went to bed before it was dark, so Song Qi woke up before the zombies came.

She pricked up her ears to listen to the movement outside, and she heard a thud, like something falling from a height.

Song Qi got up, and a few players next to him got up.

They saw the zombies jump from the fence into the yard, then get up from the ground and make their way to the door.

They move slowly and stiffly, mainly because they are scary enough, and they can take it if they are caught.

The players pushed open the door in unison, and white glutinous rice was sprinkled on the zombie.

There seem to be more zombies coming tonight.

There was another puff of white smoke, and someone tried it with black dog blood, and the zombie who was splashed with black dog blood let out a sharp scream.

The effect of garlic is relatively small, and it only keeps them from getting closer.

There was enough stuff tonight, so it didn't take much time for the player to deal with the zombies.

Wu Dongfeng flashed a flashlight and felt in the pocket of the zombie's clothes.

Nothing but some dirt and grass clippings.

"I don't know where it came from."

Song Qi thought silently, if he didn't sleep at night and squatted outside, would he be able to know where these zombies came from?

However, this risk is a bit high, so it is not recommended to try it for the time being, and these players probably will not agree.

Unable to get any useful information from the zombies, the players went their separate ways.

Rest is still a good rest, but two days of time were wasted.

On the third day after they arrived in the mountain village, the white affairs were still going on, and Wu Dongfeng did not assign them a task today, so it was free time.

Song Qi inquired about the people who didn't deal with the Zhao family, and asked more tactfully, and he was still looking for the old man nearby.

"I went to the Zhao family yesterday, and it was really magnificent, I heard that Mrs. Zhao has a good reputation, and there are many people who go to mourn, it seems that the relationship with the villagers is good on weekdays."

The old man smiled, "That's right, Lao Zhao is really good." ”

"Old lady Zhao must be a good person, there should be no relationship with him in the village."

The old man shook his head, looked at Song Qi and said, "No matter how good a person is, some people don't like him, and there is no such absolute thing." ”

"Huh? Which one? Song Qi pretended to be surprised, and Lin Jiahui also looked over.