Chapter 666 Be Prepared
“According to Pu Shi’s judgment, he believes that the remaining players in the team are still unclean, and he will find a way to catch the ‘rat’.”
< br>Venn, the president of the association, thought for a moment, raised his head and said: "Have you checked the true identity of the intruder?"
"The Federation is We are conducting an investigation and it will take some time for the results to be reported back. If the other party has been hiding within us for so long, it may not be easy to find clues."
A vice president of the association expressed dissatisfaction, "Two days ago. Someone was fine-tuning the seal, but Pu Shi didn’t notice it at all?”
"Don't be angry. It has nothing to do with Pu Shi. Hundreds of years of peace have allowed us to slowly relax our vigilance. We are all responsible." President Wayne raised his hand to stop him: "No matter who it is, disturbing the peace of the deceased is the greatest blasphemy. , his soul can’t rest in peace.”
“Fortunately, the cracks in the death world are still under control, and we still have time to save it.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Dicky was anxious and restless.
It doesn’t matter if the seal of the crack in the dead world is destroyed.
It doesn't matter if the world is destroyed.
After all, for undead scholars, death is the real peace.
Why would you want to hook up with his precious student?
If I had known that something like this would happen, I would not have agreed to let Fang Heng go to the Sinking Corridor even if I killed him.
Dicky now knows very well that there is no way for the outside world to rescue Fang Heng at this stage.
He can only rely on himself!
“President, with Pu Shi’s ability, we should be able to repair the damaged seal.”
“But what I’m worried about is that this incident happened suddenly and the Sunken Corridor was completely blocked. The members trapped inside do not have any supplies, and the Bone Shrine is maliciously triggered, and the ancient resentful spirits resurrect. As time goes on, the combat ability of the players trapped in the corridor will be greatly reduced. "
Indeed, the most troublesome problem is the replenishment of supplies.
The trapped players lack the holy water to dispel the curse. Once they are accidentally injured, the accumulation of curse effects will be very terrifying.
There are also soul candles, food, water sources...
The lack of supplies is a great test for the entire team.
Faced with various adverse conditions, how long can they sustain it?
“We must prepare for the worst. Once the seal of the crack in the dead world is completely destroyed and the fourth-level creatures overflow, major riots will occur in the Eastern Federation. We need to deploy control in advance and completely blockade several major surrounding cities.”
An association vice president from the Federation frowned and suggested: "Presidents, large-scale population migration and refuge will cause great turmoil in the Eastern District. Do we have any other options? We... …”
While several people were discussing, an undead attendant hurried in and whispered a few words in Wayne's ear.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, mentor."
Ven frowned, with a look of doubt on his face.
He nodded to the waiter.
The undead waiter turned around and looked at everyone, and said: "Fellow presidents, we have just investigated a very strange thing."
"According to the undead waiters who stayed in the Sinking Hall, in the past two days, Fang Heng, a senior member of the Undead Training Association, brought a large amount of resources into the Hall of Sinking, including a large amount of holy water, books of the dead, soul candles and other combat supplies, as well as compressed biscuits, tents, quilts and other survival supplies..."
Huh? ?
Hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the room suddenly became strange.
What's going on?
Enter the Sunken Corridor with survival supplies in advance.
What is he going to do?
Do you want to build a base camp in the Sunken Corridor?
Why does Fang Heng seem to know in advance what bad things will happen in the Sinking Corridor?
A strange idea came to everyone's mind at the same time.
No way?
Could this be planned by Fang Heng?
Thinking about it more carefully, the name Fang Heng seems a bit familiar.
“Fang Heng?”
Everyone turned their attention to Dicky.
"Yes, Fang Heng is my student."
After the initial surprise, Dicky stroked his gray beard, his face was not red and he was not out of breath, and he looked at everyone calmly.
He was even a little proud.
“My student’s personality is as calm as mine. I like to keep a few extra hands prepared when things happen, and I plan before I act. So I prepared some survival supplies in advance. What? Is there a problem with having multiple hands prepared? This Didn’t you help the team?”
“Or do you suspect that I have a problem?”
Listening to Dicky's response, everyone was speechless for a moment.
This...
Dicky will naturally have no problem.
Since Dicky is fully committed to guaranteeing it, there will be no problem for Fang Heng.
But...
This is too strange!
......
Fang Heng mixed in with the team and followed Dong Jiachen and his party back to the camp.
Along the way, everyone encountered several high-level soul bodies, but they were all driven away by Dong Jiachen using special props prepared in advance.
Back at the camp, the players who stayed on guard came up to ask about the situation.
Dong Jiachen roughly explained everything that everyone had encountered in the Central District.
The players had different expressions and discussed in low voices.
When everyone finished the discussion, Fang Heng clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention again.
"The thing is just as Dong Jiachen said, it is very dangerous near the central area now, and the lowest level are high-level soul bodies."
"We can't help at this stage. It is also inseparable from the Sunken Corridor, so everyone, if you still want to continue working, please come with me. We will still calculate the compensation. If you don’t want to continue working, you can go to the camp to rest, and we will provide food and accommodation. ”
ha? Crazy?
Are you kidding me?
At this time, you still want to cheat and beat workers to make money?
Tan Shuo looked at Fang Heng with a serious face, not joking at all.
He was speechless for a moment.
God is really big-hearted.
The players also looked at each other.
They didn’t expect it either.
The boss still wants to start work at this time?
But think about it carefully, what can they do now?
As a group of beginners, being able to avoid causing trouble to Instructor Pu Shi is already the biggest help.
Instead of staying here and wasting away, it is better to work part-time and earn some pocket money.
Idleness is idleness anyway.
You can only consider yourself unlucky if you are trapped here.
It happened.
After thinking clearly, many players chose to continue working, started to light the soul candles again, and spread out to look for the souls wandering in the Corridor of Sinking.
"Awesome! The boss still has insights, and even if he is trapped here, he can persuade them to continue working and making money."
Watching the players start to work, Li Shaoqiang was full of energy .
Tan Shuo silently glanced at the excited Li Shaoqiang, full of helplessness.
Can I still roll it up in this situation?
…
Midnight.
After resting their souls for most of the day, the players set up tents in the reserved open space, arranged for people to be on duty every night, and then got ready to rest.
Staying inside the Sunken Corridor, there is no other lighting equipment except soul candles, and the players can only confirm the time with their mobile phones without network.
Fang Heng also worried about his soul for most of the day.
He was pushing a cart of the Book of the Dead back to the tent, preparing to bring the Book of Souls back to the game while no one was looking.
All the way away, Li Shaoqiang came over in a hurry, "Fang Heng, I'm looking for you. There's a little problem with the money plan." (End of Chapter)
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