The transparent barrier here in the village prevents them from leaving, so the players have to return to the courtyard.
When passing by the old man's house, the old man hurriedly moved the chair back to the house.
"What should we do now?" The player sat dejectedly in the yard.
The Zhao family's affair is not over yet, there is still one more day to go.
They didn't meet any villagers when they came back. They were probably all worried about the zombies.
Although they had just said something bad about Wu Dongfengyun in the Buddhist hall, they still looked at Wu Dongfengyun who was silent now.
Wu Dongfeng Yun twitched his lips and did not reply immediately.
Song Qi moved his body and felt a little uncomfortable just now.
Lin Jiahui whispered: "These people are embarrassed to find Wu Dongfengyun again."
Song Qi smiled. What could they have to be embarrassed about? As long as they could get out of the game and just bow their heads to Wu Dong Fengyun, there was nothing they couldn't do.
Wu Dongfengyun didn't speak, and everyone just looked at him eagerly.
After taking the score for a while, Wu Dongfengyun said: "Wait for tomorrow, tomorrow is the seventh day, it should be over."
After hearing what he said, everyone had no choice but to give up.
They were not in the mood to cook anymore, so they took out the food in their backpacks and ate a little.
Song Qi thought, he hadn't seen Mr. Zhao before, and he didn't know if he was still in the coffin of the Zhao family.
Unless Mr. Zhao is buried, this affair will not be over.
"Don't you need to inquire about the Zhao family?"
As soon as the man finished speaking, someone immediately attacked him: "Where can I ask now? Those villagers are eager to kill us."
Once the zombies are dealt with, they will definitely be next.
These people are really crazy and want to burn them alive in the Buddhist hall.
Fortunately, there was nothing to burn in the courtyard of the Buddhist temple, otherwise it would be difficult for them to escape.
"Unless Mr. Zhao is buried, we really can't leave the village. If the Zhao family doesn't take action tomorrow, then we will personally deliver Mr. Zhao to the grave."
Wu Dongfengyun calmly said the last solution.
No one objects, because that's the mission of the game.
They had been working at the Buddhist hall for most of the day, and it was almost getting dark.
I burned the grave bag last night. There should be no zombies there, but I don't know what's going on at the Buddhist temple.
Now they don't want to leave the yard to find other villagers. Zombies can move freely after dark, and the villagers should be at the Buddhist hall to prevent zombies from escaping.
Those zombies seemed to have been locked up in the Buddhist hall for a long time. When I got close, I could smell the strong fragrance of thread on their clothes.
"Will there be zombies coming tonight?" Someone asked the voice of all players.
Wu Dongfengyun touched his chin and looked at Song Qi, "Do you think there will be zombies coming?"
Everyone looked at Song Qi again.
Song Qi's face froze, and he said calmly: "It depends on how the villagers handle it, but we still have to be prepared for the zombies to come."
That was the worst-case scenario, but they couldn't afford to gamble.
Before it got dark, they returned to their room as usual and closed the door to rest.
Just as Wu Dongfeng and the others had guessed, the village chief and the villagers were helpless against the zombies in the temple.
Both doors of the Buddhist hall were damaged, and no one dared to repair the inner door. It was about to get completely dark, and zombies could move around freely. The village chief was also very worried.
He looked at the man who was repairing the door outside, "When will it be ready? It's getting dark."
