The whole family moved together.

The smell of blood just now will surely attract the attention of the surrounding zombies. It won't be long before they gather here.

That's what we want.

Countless zombies are wandering around, scattered outside and inside the village.

I took out a small speaker from home and placed it at the corner of the alley.

My father and Uncle Wang have set numerous traps on this essential road. Bamboo sticks, iron nails, trapping nets, you name it.

In the afternoon, the family had a good meal, replenishing their energy and quietly waiting for the night to fall.

At 2 AM, finally, on the monitor, I saw the group of people who appeared during the day.

They were carrying makeshift wooden ladders and sneaking towards my house cautiously.

The moonlight was dim, and occasional roars of zombies came from the sky.

With the monitoring devices set up in the dark, we had control over the path of the group.

"They're here!" I nodded to Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang picked up an axe and cut off a thin rope hanging on a tree.

The trap was triggered!

After doing this, my father and I went to the high platforms on both sides and adjusted the position of the large searchlights fixed above.

When we found the right position, Uncle Wang pressed the power switch.

Click!

A crisp sound echoed far in the silent night sky, and two silver lights instantly shot out.

Under the concentrated light, the group of people was illuminated.

They covered their eyes with their hands, trying to shield themselves from the intense light.

Three objects wrapped in plastic bags fell into the crowd, immediately causing a mess.

Squishy and slippery.

"Blood!"

"It's blood!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, but we remained unfazed.

I shook the flashlight in my hand towards the dark heights, and the sound of the machinery operating was so piercing.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The iron plates separating the inside and outside of the village were lifted, and the sound of dull roars could be heard clearly.

The bloody scent drove the trapped corpses inside the fence crazy, and they rushed straight towards the direction of the man with glasses and his companions.

Carbon arrows shot into the crowd, and anyone hit would undoubtedly have a wound.

The strong smell of blood made the corpses even more ferocious.

"It's an ambush, retreat quickly!"

The crowd woke up, and someone shouted in alarm.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The traps became a stumbling block for this group of people. Sharp bamboo sticks pierced their flesh, sharp iron nails penetrated their feet, and those caught in the trapping nets could only be trapped and wait in despair for the arrival of the corpses.

I pressed the Bluetooth speaker at the road junction, and the song "Good Days" echoed in every corner of the village.