Alan was scared out of his mind. She banged on the door and shouted: "Let me out! Let me out! I am innocent! Village chief, you can't do this to me!"
"You have time to shout, why don't you tell us what's going on with these zombies?" Song Qi raised his head and said.
The players stood in the yard, and the zombies stretched out their hands, smoking as soon as they touched the sunlight, and then stared at them eagerly.
It was impossible to enter the Buddhist hall again. Song Qi estimated that Alan just wanted to close the door of the Buddhist hall. Seeing that Alan failed, the village chief outside simply locked the door as well, hoping to kill them.
There is a step over there, and now the zombies are crowding on the step looking at them.
A knife was placed on Alan's neck, and the player looked angry, "I asked you to speak, didn't you hear me?"
Alan shivered, his legs softened and he fell to the ground.
The zombies over there were still screaming, so Wu Dong Fengyun threw some glutinous rice over there.
The zombies jumped back quickly.
"Say!" The man came closer with the knife.
"They are all villagers-" Alan shouted loudly, a drop of cold sweat falling on his forehead.
"We, we don't know why people who have fallen to the ground can still pretend to be corpses and turn into zombies if they are scratched. Some of these people are already dead, and some are scratched."
The players all looked at the person who was scratched before.
The man quickly raised his arms and said, "I'm really fine now."
Except for his pale face, everything was fine.
Alan also glanced at him, pursed his lips and said nothing.
"What is the situation of Mr. Zhao of the Zhao family now?" Song Qi suddenly asked.
Alan's pupils shrank and he shook his head and said, "I don't know. I'm not related to the Zhao family. I don't know."
"Kill him." Wu Dongfengyun stood aside and said.
The player immediately slashed with his sword.
Alan didn't tell the Zhao family's situation until his death. It seemed that he really didn't know anything about it.
If the zombies here are still gathered there, and they are all villagers, why is Mr. Zhao not among them?
There has been no news from the Zhao family in the past two days.
When the funeral is over and they leave the village, they should wait for Mr. Zhao to be buried.
But Mr. Zhao is now a zombie, and I don’t know how his children will deal with this matter.
"Is there any Zhao family here?" Lin Jiahui searched among the zombies.
Song Qi shook her head. She didn't see anyone from the Zhao family.
Someone was banging on the door. The door was so thick that it couldn't be opened for a while.
Wu Dongfengyun also looked at the door and the courtyard wall, and then saw a torch flying in.
The torch fell to the ground, not just this one, but a dozen torches flew in together.
The yard was empty and there was no place to hide, except inside the Buddhist hall, but there were zombies there and it was hard to see how many there were.
Among these players, there is no defensive golden finger. They use glutinous rice and black dog blood to break in and stand on the steps.
"These unscrupulous people." The player was so angry that he was shaking all over and had to be wary of zombies approaching.
"It's not good." Wu Dongfengyun looked at the courtyard wall.
There were still torches thrown in, and some people even stepped on ladders, poured oil into them, and threw several basins of oil in.
The flames suddenly jumped up and approached them.
There is fire in front and zombies in the back, and the players are in a stalemate.
They kept throwing glutinous rice, forcing the zombies to retreat into the temple, and then locked the door.
Now the zombies started smashing the door. They couldn't say it was safe now.
(End of chapter)
