Chapter 522 Opening the Liver
Five waiters helped Fang Heng carry bags of thick books of the dead and buckets of special paint, and returned to the place among the dead.
Along the way, the undead scholars in the Hall of the Dead all cast doubtful glances at Fang Heng.
Most undead scholars are obsessed with research and pay little attention to what is happening outside.
However, such a rare sight still attracted their attention.
Among the crowd, Tan Shuo looked confused, and his eyes followed Fang Heng until he left the Hall of the Dead.
Tan Shuo is from the Federation.
In fact, not long before Fang Heng entered the Hall of the Dead, several key members of the federation, including Tan Shuo, had received news of Fang Heng's arrival.
They did not receive exact instructions, they just paid attention to Fang Heng's actions.
Tan Shuo was very curious about this player who had obtained the eighth district in just a few months.
Seeing is better than hearing. He is indeed very strange.
Tan Shuo wanted to follow him to see what Fang Heng was up to.
The companion patted Tan Shuo on the shoulder, "Don't worry about him, be prepared, we have more important things."
"Yes."
Tan Shuo nodded and looked away from Fang Heng.
Fang Heng was busy thinking about how to gain experience, and he didn't realize that someone in the crowd was observing him.
Under the leadership of the waiter, he left the hall and walked towards the wailing room.
Each new member of the Undead Scholars Association has a total of three opportunities to enter Between the Wailing for free.
Fang Heng is very poor now.
He didn't want to waste the opportunity.
Therefore, for the next period of time, he planned to stay in the wailing room to gain experience points.
"Thank you, I'll just do it myself."
Putting a hundred books and two buckets of paint into the wailing room, Fang Heng drove out several waiters While wailing, he closed the door between the wailings with his own hands.
Open the liver!
Fang Heng took a deep breath, patted his cheek, and lit the soul candle placed on the table and cabinet beside him.
Under the illumination of the soul fire, the wandering soul body is clearly visible.
There are no shortcuts.
When he was just starting out, he had to find a way to catch the resentful spirits one by one.
Fang Heng picked up a Book of the Dead and started catching the resentful spirits.
He firmly believed that everything would be fine.
...
“It’s strange, where did the great god go...”
Mo Jiawei searched for Fang Heng in the game for a long time, but he couldn’t find Fang Heng, nor did he find any information from Victor. I heard that Fang Heng went to other worlds.
After walking around the prison three times, Mo Jiawei summoned up the courage to go to the entrance corridor of the prison's newly built basement.
In the corridor, Lucia leaned against the wall.
Seeing Mo Jiawei coming, Lucia instantly entered fighting mode, her body straightened suddenly, her right hand touched the dagger, and her sharp eyes stared at Mo Jiawei.
"Uh..."
Mo Jiawei never knew how he offended Lucia.
But he was a little guilty.
"Lucia, you...haven't you rested yet?"
"Yeah."
Lucia hummed coldly, her face full of vigilance and indifference.
"Uh, I mean, have you seen Fang Heng? I have something very important to look for him, but I can't seem to find him."
Mo Jiawei shrank. Around his neck, he felt that the air around him was inexplicably lower by several degrees.
"Fang Heng is in retreat in the room. You can't go in and disturb him."
"Huh? Retreat?"
Mo Jiawei scratched the back of his neck, a little anxious.
The Federation seems to be looking for Fang Heng on something very important, and it is said to be related to what happened in District 7.
Chen Yu started a series of life-threatening calls again, and he had already received dozens of calls.
But Fang Heng is now in retreat again.
Mo Jiawei asked tentatively: "How about you go in and call him?"
"No, I am now responsible for protecting Fang Heng's safety during retreat." Lucia's face became a little colder, Holding a dagger in a fighting stance, "Do you have to go in?"
"No, no, no, it won't happen."
Mo Jiawei was so frightened that he quickly waved his hand, "Lucia, when Fang Heng comes out, help me tell him that the Federation has something urgent to call him. It's very urgent. Very important.”
“Well, okay, I understand.”
Lucia put away the dagger with some disappointment, gave another cold hum, and signaled with her eyes that Mo Jiawei could leave.
Mo Jiawei swallowed, thinking, why are you so disappointed?
Sighing heavily in his heart, Mo Jiawei could only return the way he came.
In the room behind Lucia.
It was pitch black.
Only a burning soul candle illuminated the surroundings.
On the ground, a magic circle appeared.
Fang Heng returned to the game.
[Tip: Your zombie clone completes the soul seal*15, and you gain 0.015 basic necromantic skill experience and 0.015 necromantic talent].
After taking a look at the game prompts, Fang Heng opened the Book of the Dead again.
Three white souls were released from the Book of the Dead.
“It finally looks like something.”
After spending a full 24 hours, going back and forth in and out of the game, Fang Heng finally set up a simplified version of the Wailing Hall in the prison.
One hundred zombie clones lined up in a row, and they constantly used the Book of the Dead in their hands to try to capture the soul.
After each capture is completed, the soul body is released, and the cycle repeats.
Basically, if a weak soul is caught dozens of times, its soul power will be completely exhausted and completely dissipated.
Still too slow.
The initial accumulation is the most troublesome.
Fang Heng shook his head helplessly and left the game again.
……
The next night, Mo Yunxiao and Dicky returned to the wailing room to look for Fang Heng.
"Is Fang Heng still practicing inside?"
"Yes, Mr. Mo, Fang Heng has been there for more than 30 hours."
While wailing, the waiter respectfully reported to Mo Yunxiao.
“It seems that your juniors are very diligent.”
Dicky, who was walking with Mo Yunxiao, had a nostalgic look on his face.
“This reminds me of when I first learned necromancy. At that time, we didn’t have much time to mourn. Only under the protection of my mentor could I go to the dead world to search for souls.”
“With talent and hard work, it is expected that he will be able to complete spiritualism alone in three years. "
"Three years is too long." Mo Yunxiao smiled and shook his head, "He still has important things to complete. I'm afraid he can't wait for three years."
"For Necromology. In terms of growth, it is not necessarily a bad thing, but it is definitely not a good thing. Have you decided?”
"Yes."
"Okay, as you wish."
Dicky nodded and pushed open the door between the wailings.
Fang Heng is still in the room, holding a book of the dead in his hands to collect souls.
The two looked at each other.
The look of approval on Dicky's face was even greater.
In the early days, practicing necromancy outside the game can be said to be a kind of torture.
The suffering of the head is almost invisible.
Newbies with mediocre talents often need to spend several hours to complete a capture. Coupled with the subsequent swallowing and absorption, the total adds up to about 0.01 skill experience points.
It takes almost decades to upgrade a skill level!
Ordinary people would have given up long ago.
Dicky did not see any depression in Fang Heng, but instead he was full of fighting spirit. (End of this chapter)