Yi Zhongzhou noticed something was wrong and immediately scattered the glutinous rice in his hand.
The moment the rice touched the zombie, black mist rose from its body as though it were burning, accompanied by sizzling sounds and the zombie's agonized howls.
"Sir, get out of here!"
Yi Zhongzhou only had time to say that before thrusting his Peachwood Sword at the zombie.
The three Corpse Drivers were briefly stunned by the sight of the zombie, but they reacted immediately. One pulled away the Crazy Old Man who was digging, while the other two went to help Yi Zhongzhou.
Yi Zhongzhou knew they had no way to deal with the zombie. Without talismans capable of subduing it, even with his Peachwood Sword, he could only drive it back briefly.
He strained to make out the zombie's clothing and finally realized it was a Japanese Person. It was wearing a Japanese Army uniform.
It also reeked of blood. One whiff told Yi Zhongzhou it was human blood rather than chicken blood. The zombie had probably just returned from feeding on people in the village.
The mountain was thickly wooded, and fog had rolled in. Yi Zhongzhou kept maneuvering around the zombie until it finally vanished into the mist, its whereabouts unknown.
"Are there any coffins in the village?"
One of the Corpse Drivers replied, "No."
Yi Zhongzhou frowned without saying anything. Instead, he looked at the weeping Crazy Old Man, his expression unreadable.
In the end, the group returned from the mountain behind the village.
Early the next morning, Yi Zhongzhou learned whose blood the zombie had drunk the night before. Two villagers had died, but strangely enough, two players had died as well.
But according to the rule that no one died on the first day, those two players could