"Did he be killed by a zombie?" Someone boldly speculated.
Wu Dongfengyun didn't reply. He thought about it carefully and said, "We'll look at it tomorrow. I hope I can get other clues. Let's cook early and rest for a while to prepare for the zombies in the middle of the night."
After hearing what Wu Dongfeng Yun said, the players took action one after another.
"How do you think Mr. Zhao died?" Lin Jiahui asked Song Qi curiously.
Song Qi shook his head, "I don't know yet, but rumors always come from the villagers' mouths. Maybe we can ask people who don't have a good deal with the Zhao family."
Those people may add fuel to their teeth, 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 became relatively proficient in the rural stove and their speed became faster.
The meal was ready before it got dark, and Wu Dongfengyun distributed the glutinous rice again. This thing is still very useful.
Song Qi and Lin Jiahui each also have an ink fountain.
The male and female players go back to their rooms to rest respectively. They rest for a while in the morning and feel energetic when they wake up in the middle of the night.
He goes to bed before it gets dark, so Song Qi wakes up before the zombies come.
She pricked her ears to listen to the movement outside, and heard a thud, like something falling from a high place.
Song Qi got up, and several players beside him also got up.
They saw the zombie jumping from the wall into the yard, then getting up from the ground and heading towards the door.
Their movements are slow and stiff, mainly because they look scary enough, and they can suffer even if they are caught.
The players opened the door in unison and threw white glutinous rice on the zombies.
There seem to be more zombies coming tonight.
There was another burst of white smoke. Someone tried it with black dog blood. The zombies who were splashed with black dog blood let out a sharp scream.
The effect of garlic is relatively small, it will only keep them away.
There was enough stuff tonight, so it didn't take long for the players to deal with these zombies.
Wu Dongfengyun turned on the flashlight and touched in the pocket of the zombie's clothes.
There was nothing but some dirt and grass clippings.
"I don't know where it came from."
Song Qi thought silently, if he stayed outside at night without sleeping, would he be able to know where these zombies came from?
However, this risk level is a bit high, so it is not recommended to try it for the time being, and these players will probably not agree.
Not being able to get any useful information from the zombies, the players went back their separate ways.
You still need to take a good rest, but you just wasted two days.
On the third day after they arrived in the mountain village, the idle business was still going on. Wu Dongfengyun did not assign tasks to them today, so it was free time.
Song Qi asked around about people who didn't get along well with the Zhao family. He asked more tactfully and asked the old man nearby.
"I went to the Zhao family yesterday, and they did it in a really grand manner. I heard that Mr. Zhao has a good reputation and a lot of people come to express condolences. It seems that he has a good relationship with the folks in the village."
The old man smiled and said, "That's right, Lao Zhao is really a good person."
"Old Mrs. Zhao must be a kind man. There should be no one in the village who has a bad relationship with him."
The old man shook his head, looked at Song Qi and said, "No matter how good a person is, there are still people who dislike him. Nothing is so absolute."
"Ah? Which one?" Song Qi pretended to be surprised, and Lin Jiahui also looked over.
