"It's not easy to repair. They cut everything here and have to rebuild it. It's too late to replace it now."
"If we can't repair it before dark, these zombies will run out." The village chief pounded the ground twice with his crutch.
The light in the sky dissipated little by little. The village chief took a deep breath and said, "Get something else to block this place first."
The men from the village came with wood and nailed the planks to the wall to stop the zombies.
Before it got completely dark, they nailed a layer of planks.
The village chief reached out and patted them, "I hope I can stop them."
When he said this, he felt unsure and didn't know what to do.
The villagers left together with the village chief, leaving only a few people watching.
After it got dark, zombies began to hit the wooden boards here. The few men guarding outside looked stiff and took a few steps back in fear.
They pressed the broken iron door against the wooden board. The zombies came up and the iron door swayed with their movements.
"What should I do?" one person asked in horror.
"I don't know, and so does the village chief. Why do you keep these monsters here and just burn them to death?"
"Are there no relatives of yours here?"
The dissatisfied man stopped talking, and the zombies' impact became even larger.
There was a slight clicking sound inside, and several people's expressions changed slightly.
"Go and notify the village chief. I think this place can't hold on any longer."
One person ran to inform the village chief, while the remaining few people pressed against the iron gate, hoping to delay some time.
If so many zombies are released, the village will suffer.
The village chief arrived quickly. He led a group of people holding wood, using flashlights, and reinforced several layers with jingling bells, and added a layer of iron on the outermost layer.
It wasn't until the sound of breaking boards came from inside that they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Should everything be okay?"
The village chief nodded, "It should be fine. Let's wait until tomorrow day to take care of the rest. As for those outsiders, we'll take care of them tomorrow."
"What should we do if the Zhao family is not willing to hand over Mr. Zhao?"
"Let's talk about it then." The village chief frowned slightly irritably.
They left the Buddhist hall and after reinforcing several layers, it was indeed difficult for zombies to come out for a while.
The player wakes up in the middle of the night to silence outside.
Some people continued to lie down, while others opened their eyes and looked out the window.
Song Qi sat cross-legged on the Datong bunk, with Lin Jiahui leaning against her.
There was no movement of zombies outside, and the villagers didn't bother them. It seemed like they were waiting to take action tomorrow.
After escaping from the village, Song Qi breathed a sigh of relief. They must first find Mr. Zhao, and then send Mr. Zhao to the grave bag.
Not to mention those zombies, the villagers are not easy characters to deal with.
It seems possible to consider it if the village chief is dealt with first.
Song Qi thought for a while and stared outside for a while. Seeing that there was indeed no movement, he continued to sleep.
On the seventh day, the players got up very early, but the villagers still didn't come.
They took the initiative to go out first. The old man who knew what happened yesterday silently looked away and did not meet them.
They don't care about Wu Dongfeng and Yun. Today, they mainly want to see what's going on with the Zhao family. If the Zhao family doesn't move, then they have to rob Mr. Zhao and put him in the grave.
A few zombies in the Buddhist hall died, and most of them hid back.
With the sun, it will be easier for the villagers to repair the doors here.
The village chief narrowed his eyes as he listened to the reports from the villagers that those outsiders had come out.
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