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On the third day after entering the dock.
The sounds of gongs and drums rang out from all directions in the fort, and several guards holding gongs and drums quickly shuttled across the rooftops.
The zombies became agitated upon hearing the noise, and moved around chasing the source of the noise.
As the zombies at the door were attracted away, a loud noise was heard in the distance.
The drawbridge began to slowly descend, and the guards walking on the roof immediately stopped knocking. After Chang Ying lowered the drawbridge and returned to the roof, he led the zombies to the door.
At the same time, outside the fortress, the sound of gongs and drums rose to the sky, and was even accompanied by the sound of suona, which was more noisy than previous tribal celebrations.
Wubao underground.
The surviving tribesmen hid in the underground palace and heard a huge noise outside. The person on guard at the door was confused and thought he was hallucinating.
"What's that sound?"
"It sounds like drums?" someone replied uncertainly.
Wei Mingzhang led several younger generations of the clan and walked quickly towards the entrance of the underground palace. The group was dressed in plain white clothes and had white scarves tied on their heads. It was obvious that they were in deep mourning.
"Wei Ting, what's going on outside?" Wei Mingzhang asked.
The young man called Wei Ting saw the newcomer and his eyes showed a hint of displeasure, but he still bowed and replied, "Sixth uncle, the clan leader ordered that no one should leave, so we have no idea."
Upon hearing this, Wei Mingzhang stepped forward and pushed the person away. He pressed his whole body against the door and listened carefully to the movement outside.
After confirming that the clamor of gongs and drums outside was not an illusion, he said excitedly with a flickering look in his eyes, "I'm afraid one of the tribesmen has received the news and returned. Come with me to report to the tribe leader."
In the temporary mourning hall built in the underground palace.
There are no coffins, no bodies, only rows of memorial tablets.
It was unknown what time it was in the underground palace. Wei Ji would often come over to take a look whenever he had time. Sometimes he would stay there for a whole day, staring at the familiar names on the spirit tablets for a long time without saying a word.
Uncle Wu stood not far away with his head down.
"Chief!" Wei Mingzhang hurried over with his men, his voice already heard before he arrived. "There's some noise outside. Perhaps one of our clansmen has returned!"
Upon hearing this, Wei Ji didn't even raise his eyelids, "I heard it."
"Should we send someone out to take a look?" Wei Mingzhang asked.
Wei Ji didn't answer, but stared at him with cold eyes, "Why are you asking me now?"
"Why didn't you obey the orders of this old man and the elders when the riot broke out?"
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