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"It's not easy to repair. They cut off everything here and have to rebuild it. It's too late to replace it now."

"It can't be repaired before dark, these zombies are about to come out." The village chief hit the ground twice with his crutch.

The light in the sky faded away little by little, and the village chief took a deep breath, "Take something else to block this place first."

The men from the village came over with logs and nailed the planks to the wall to stop the group of zombies.

Before it was completely dark, they nailed up a deck of boards.

The village chief reached out and patted, "I hope I can stop them."

When he said that, he didn't know what to do.

The villagers left with the village chief, leaving only a few people watching here.

After it got dark, the zombies began to bump into the wooden boards here, and the men guarding outside looked stiff and took a few steps back in fear.

They pressed the broken iron door against the wooden board, and the zombies rushed up, and the iron door swayed with their movements.

"What should I do?" Someone asked in horror.

"I don't know, the village head is too, why keep these monsters and just burn them to death."

"Aren't there any relatives of yours here?"

The dissatisfied person stopped talking, and the movement of the zombie's collision became even bigger.

There was a slight click sound from inside, and the expressions of several people changed slightly.

"Go and inform the village chief, I don't think this place can last anymore."

One person ran to inform the village head, and the rest of the people stood against the iron gate, hoping to delay some time.

If so many zombies are released, the village will suffer.

The village head came quickly, leading a group of people to hold the wood, flashlights, and reinforced several layers with jingle and clang, and added a layer of iron sheet on the outermost.

They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the sound of planks breaking came from inside.

"Should be all right?"

The village head nodded, "It should be all right. Let's wait until tomorrow for the rest. As for those outsiders, we will also clean up tomorrow."

"What if the Zhao family is not willing to hand over Mrs. Zhao?"

"Let's talk about it at that time." The village head frowned a little irritably.

After they left the Buddhist hall and reinforced several floors, it was indeed difficult for the zombies to come out for a while.

The player wakes up in the middle of the night, and there is 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, and Lin Jiahui leaned against her.

There was no movement of zombies outside, and the villagers didn't come to bother them. It seemed that they should wait until tomorrow to make a move.

After fleeing the village, Song Qi breathed a sigh of relief. They wanted to find Mr. Zhao first, and then send Mr. Zhao to the grave.

Not to mention those zombies, villagers are not easy characters to deal with.

It seems that it can be considered 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, so 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, and the old man who knew what happened yesterday silently looked away and did not meet them.

They don't care about Wudong Fengyun, today they mainly look at what is going on with the Zhao family. If the Zhao family does not move, then they will rob, and they will have to rob Old Master Zhao into the grave.

A few of the 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 heard the villagers report that those outsiders had come out, his eyes narrowed.

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