Following that voice, you can see whose family is doing the dirty work.
On the way here, they also found out that the deceased was an old man named Zhao, who was one hundred years old this year. Before they came, he never got up after sleeping at night, and his death was relatively peaceful.
His children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren all came and performed a white matter for him in a glorious manner.
Mr. Zhao also has a good reputation in the village, and many people come to express condolences.
When the players appeared at the door of Zhao's house, their ears were filled with noisy music and loud voices.
Several people in white linen clothes were standing outside talking. When they saw them coming, they came over one after another.
"Are you the tourists from outside?"
Wu Dong Fengyun said yes.
"You're here, so come in. The banquet is just opening inside."
"We came in a hurry and didn't bring any gift money. That's not good." Wu Dongfengyun touched the back of his head, showed an apologetic smile, and asked them tentatively.
"It's okay, it's just a few more pairs of chopsticks."
Those people invited the players in and arranged a table for them.
Cold dishes had just been served here, and Song Qi looked around.
According to custom, everyone who came should have paid a gift, but the Zhao family was actually willing to let them in. They were really nice people.
Several players lowered their heads to eat their dishes, not forgetting to observe other places.
At the dinner table, people who drink heavily can't control their mouths, and it just so happens that wine is served again at this time.
Wu Dongfengyun calmly persuaded the middle-aged men to drink, drinking one cup at a time until his face turned red.
Especially the person sitting across from Wu Dong Fengyun. After drinking too much, he started to talk loudly and draw several circles on the table with his fingers.
"The old lady is so elegant in doing this useless thing." Song Qizhuang sighed casually, and Wu Dongfengyun glanced at her over there.
The drunk man raised his eyebrows and said with a red face: "Arrogant? That must be imposing, but let's see, that's a guilty conscience!"
A few people nearby were so drunk that they couldn't think straight, so they followed his words and asked, "Why are you feeling guilty?"
The man lowered his voice and said, "Do you really think his children are so filial?"
That's it. In other people's homes, naturally they don't dare to go further. Song Qi knows that this is enough, and the rest of the content can be pried out from other places.
After the meal was finished, the players went back.
Other players are looking for something to deal with zombies, which is the task given to them by Wu Dong Yun.
Someone saw the black dog in the village and couldn't help but think that the black dog's blood should also be used.
They chased wild dogs in the village, caught them and bled them in the yard.
When Wu Dong Fengyun came back, he smelled a fishy smell.
"What is the taste?"
The man came out with a basin of black dog blood.
"We caught the black dog in the village and bled it. This thing should be useful against zombies."
In any case, this is considered a relatively good prop, and Wu Dongfeng Yun kept the black dog blood.
Glutinous rice and garlic were also borrowed.
Before dinner time, Wu Dongfengyun told everyone about their group's achievements.
"Listening to those who came to express their condolences, there seems to be something wrong with the cause of Mr. Zhao's death, and it should be related to their children."
This was what Wu Dong Fengyun had reasoned out, and it was actually not difficult. What that person said was very obvious.
"Could this zombie be related to the Zhao family?" Someone couldn't help but ask.
Wu Dongfengyun looked at the player who asked the question and said helplessly: "The one who is dead now is Mr. Zhao."
