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The transparent barrier here in the village prevents them from going out, so the players have to go back to the yard.

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 in the yard dejectedly.

The funeral affairs of the Zhao family are not over yet, let alone one more day.

When they came back, they didn't meet any villagers, probably they were all worried about those zombies.

Although they just said that Wu Dong Fengyun was not good in the Buddhist hall, but now they still looked at the silent Wu Dong Fengyun.

Wu Dong Fengyun twitched the corners of his lips, but did not reply immediately.

Song Qi moved his body a bit, feeling a little uncomfortable staying there just now.

Lin Jiahui said in a low voice: "These people are really embarrassed to find Wu Dong Fengyun again."

Song Qi smiled, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as they can get out of the game and just bow their heads to Wu Dong Fengyun, there is nothing they can't do.

Wu Dong Fengyun didn't speak, and everyone 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."

Hearing what he said, everyone had no choice but to give up.

They didn't feel like cooking anymore, so they took out the things in their backpacks and ate a little.

Song Qi thought, he hadn't seen that old Mr. Zhao before, and he didn't know if he was still in the coffin of the Zhao family.

If Mrs. Zhao doesn't bury her, the funeral will not be over.

"Don't you need to inquire about the Zhao family's situation?"

As soon as the man finished speaking, someone immediately scolded him: "Where are we going to find out now? Those villagers are eager to kill us."

When the zombies are dealt with, they will definitely be next.

These people are really crazy, and they want to burn them alive in the Buddhist hall.

It's also thanks to the fact that there is nothing to burn in the courtyard of the Buddhist hall, otherwise it would be difficult for them to escape.

"If Mr. Zhao isn't buried, we won't be able to leave the village. If the Zhao family doesn't make any moves tomorrow, then we will send Mr. Zhao to the grave."

Wudong Fengyun calmly said the last solution.

No objection, because game missions are just that.

They tossed around the Buddhist hall for a long time, and it was getting dark.

Burned the grave bag last night, there should be no zombies over there, but I don't know what happened to the Buddhist hall.

Now they don't want to go out of this yard to find other villagers. Zombies can move freely after dark. The villagers should be at the Buddhist hall to prevent the zombies from running out.

Those zombies seemed to have been imprisoned in the Buddhist hall for a long time. When they approached, they could smell the strong scent of thread on their clothes.

"Will there be zombies coming tonight?" Someone asked the voices of all the players.

Wu Dongfengyun touched his chin, 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 slowly: "It depends on how the villagers handle it, but we still have to be prepared for the zombies to come."

That was the worst, but they couldn't afford to gamble.

Before dark, they went back to the 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 a little helpless against the zombies in the Buddhist hall at the moment.

The two doors of the Buddhist hall were damaged, and no one dared to repair the inner door. Seeing that it was going to be completely dark, the zombies could move freely, and the village chief was also very anxious.

He looked at the person who was repairing the outer gate, "When will it be better? It's getting dark."