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Follow that voice, and you can see who is doing the chores.

On the way here, they also found out clearly that the old man surnamed Zhao who passed away was a hundred this year. Before they came, he slept at night and never got up again. His death was relatively safe.

His sons, daughters, grandchildren, and great-grandson all came and performed a funeral for him.

Mrs. Zhao also had a good reputation in the village, and many people came to express their condolences.

When the players appeared at the gate of Zhao's house, their ears were filled with the sound of loud music and voices talking at the top of their lungs.

Several people in white sackcloth were standing outside talking, and when they saw them coming, they came over one after another.

"Are you the tourists from outside?"

Wu Dong Feng Yun said yes.

"It's all here, so come in, it happens to be open inside."

"We came in a hurry and didn't bring any gift money. Isn't that good." Wu Dongfengyun rubbed the back of his head, smiled apologetically, and asked them tentatively.

"It's okay, it's just a few more pairs of chopsticks."

Those few people invited the players in and arranged a table for them.

Cold dishes have just been served here, Song Qi looked around.

According to the custom, all the people who came here should have paid gift money, but the Zhao family was willing to let them in, they are really nice people.

Several players lowered their heads and ate their dishes, not forgetting to observe other places.

At the dinner table, the people who had been drinking too much could not control their mouths, and it happened that the wine was served again at this time.

Wu Dong Fengyun calmly persuaded those middle-aged men to drink, drinking them down cup by cup until his face was flushed.

Especially the person sitting across from Wudong Fengyun, who drank too much, started to tongue out, and drew several circles on the table with his fingers.

"The old lady is doing such trivial things with great style." Song Qizhou sighed casually, and Wu Dongfengyun glanced at her over there.

The man who drank too much raised his eyebrows and said with a blushing face, "Stylish? That must be grand, but I see, that's called a guilty conscience!"

The people next to him were so drunk that they couldn't turn their heads, and asked following his words: "Why are you guilty?"

The man lowered his voice and said, "Do you really think his children are so filial?"

As far as the point is concerned, in other people's homes, naturally I dare not go further. It is enough for Song Qi to know these things, and the rest of the content can be pried out from other places.

After a meal, the players went back.

Other players are looking for something to deal with zombies, this is the task given to them by Wudong Fengyun.

Someone saw the black dog in the village, and couldn't help thinking, the blood of the black dog should also be used.

They ran after wild dogs in the village, caught them in the yard and bled them.

When Wu Dong Fengyun came back, he smelled a fishy smell.

"What is the taste?"

The man came out with a basin of black dog blood.

"The black dog in the village was caught by us and bled. This thing should be useful against zombies."

In any case, this is considered a relatively good prop, and Wu Dong Feng Yun kept the black dog blood.

Sticky rice and garlic are also borrowed.

Before dinner time, Wudong Fengyun told everyone about the harvest of their group.

"According to those who went to express their condolences, the cause of the old Mr. Zhao's death seems to be problematic, and it should be related to their children."

This was deduced by Wu Dong Fengyun, in fact it is not difficult, what the man said is very obvious.

"Is this zombie related to the Zhao family?" Someone couldn't help asking.

Wu Dongfengyun looked at the player who was asking the question, and said helplessly, "The one who is dead now is that old Mr. Zhao."