The scratches were slowly spreading in all directions.
Wu Dong Fengyun quickly grabbed a handful of glutinous rice and pressed it on it.
"ah--"
The man screamed in pain, and the glutinous rice pressed against his skin, as if it had been burned.
"Be patient." Wu Dongfengyun said.
The player was sweating profusely. He looked down and found that the blue-black color at the wound was a little lighter. The glutinous rice was useful for his wound.
"Much better." The man said in surprise.
Song Qi was also watching. The effect of this glutinous rice was really the best among these things.
After the wound improved, Wu Dongfengyun saw that the players were all there and told him what he saw at Zhao's house tonight.
"Old Mrs. Zhao turned into a zombie?"
The players were a little surprised, but it was understandable, after all, they had seen a lot of zombies now.
"Then why is the Zhao family okay?"
This is also what Wu Dongfengyun is confused about.
"It's not clear yet. After all, it was us who pushed the coffin open and Mr. Zhao jumped out." Wu Dongfengyun could only say this.
When the players heard what Wu Dong Fengyun said, it was hard for them to continue asking.
After the scratched person was fine, the female player returned to another house.
After resting for a few hours, it was daybreak.
While having breakfast, Wu Dongfengyun suggested: "Let some players come and follow me to the tomb bag tonight."
"ah?"
Some players silently took a few steps back. They were not as courageous as Song Qi and Lin Jiahui, nor did they have the organizational skills of Wu Dong Fengyun. If they went to the zombie lair at night, wouldn't that be delivering food?
Wu Dongfengyun naturally saw the actions of those people, and he said calmly: "Among us, I know how much everyone has paid, so for those who don't want to pay and want to get out safely, we will not treat them anymore Information is shared with those people.”
When he said this, the player who had just taken a few steps back turned red with shame.
"But our golden fingers can't do anything." Someone retorted.
"Whether you want to do it or not is not the same thing. Not all players will go there tonight. The remaining players can just behave well here. We don't want others to deal with zombies in the front. You hide behind and do nothing, or even do You have to be lazy during meals."
The people in question lowered their heads and looked at the ground.
He noticed the behavior of some of these people.
Song Qi looked at Wu Dongfeng Yun. His ideal was obviously somewhat difficult to realize. These people felt guilty now. They would not have such thoughts when something happens later.
But being able to persist for so many days, Song Qi felt that it was pretty good.
On the fifth day, the eldest sister came to deliver vegetables and rice noodles to them as usual.
As soon as the player went out, he heard what happened in the Zhao family.
The Zhao family stopped putting on a show today and remained silent. Apparently they were frightened by Mr. Zhao's sudden corpse fraud last night.
The old man who lived near their yard was also telling people about it.
"I don't know if what happened last night is true or not." The old man shook his head and sighed.
"Looking at the Zhao family's expression today, I guess it's true."
"Besides, isn't there a lot of trouble in our village?" Someone said cryptically.
The old man looked sad, "When will this matter end?"
"Yes, it made our house restless, and many people died."
Song Qi and Lin Jiahui came over, and the few chatting stopped talking.
