Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Five waiters helped Fang Heng to carry bags of thick books of the dead and buckets of special paint, and returned to the dead together.

Along the way, the undead scholars in the hall of the dead cast suspicious glances at Fang Heng.

Most of the undead scholars are mostly obsessed with research and pay little attention to what is happening outside.

However, such a rare sight still attracted their attention.

In the crowd, Tan Shuo looked puzzled, 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 already received news of Fang Heng's arrival.

They didn't get exact instructions, just pay attention to Fang Heng's actions.

Tan Shuo is very curious about this player who only spent a few months to get the ownership of the eighth district.

Seeing is better than seeing, he is indeed very strange.

Tan Shuo wanted to follow up to see what Fang Heng was doing.

The companion patted Tan Shuo on the shoulder, "Don't worry about him, get ready, we have more important things."

"Ok."

Tan Shuo nodded and looked away from Fang Heng.

Fang Heng was thinking about how to gain experience, but he didn't realize that someone in the crowd was watching him.

Led by the waiter, he left the hall and walked towards the wailing room.

Each new member of the Association of Necromancers has a total of three chances to enter 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 intends to stay in the mourning period for his internal liver 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 the waiters out of the wailing room and closed the door between the wailing rooms 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 next to 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 resentful spirits.

He firmly believed that everything would be fine.

…

"It's strange, where did the great **** go..."

Mo Jiawei searched for a long time in the game and could not find Fang Heng, nor did he hear from Victor that Fang Heng had gone to other worlds.

After walking around the prison three times, Mo Jiawei mustered up his courage and came to the entrance walkway of a newly built basement in the prison.

In the corridor, Lucia leaned her back against the wall.

Seeing Mo Jiawei coming, Lucia instantly entered the battle mode, her body suddenly straightened, her right hand touched the dagger, and her sharp eyes stared at Mo Jiawei.

"Forehead…"

Mo Jiawei never knew how he offended Lucia.

But he was a little guilty.

"Lucia, you... haven't rested yet?"

"Ok."

Lucia gave a cold hum, her face full of vigilance and indifference.

"Uh, I mean, have you seen Fang Heng? I have something very important to look for, but I can't seem to find him."

Mo Jiawei shrank his neck, he felt the air around him inexplicably dropped several degrees.

"Fang Heng is currently 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 have a very important matter to find Fang Heng, which is said to be related to what happened in the seventh district.

Chen Yu started a series of life-threatening calls again, and dozens of calls have already been made.

Fang Fang Heng is now closed again.

Mo Jiawei asked tentatively, "How about you go in and call him?"

"No, I am now responsible for protecting Fang Heng's safety when he is in retreat." Lucia's face became even colder, holding a dagger in a fighting stance, "Do you have to go in?"

"No, no, no, no, no."

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 urgent matters to find him, very urgent, very important."

"Well, well, I see."

Lucia put away the dagger in disappointment, hummed coldly again, and signaled Mo Jiawei to leave with her eyes.

Mo Jiawei swallowed his saliva, thinking to himself, why are you disappointed!

He sighed heavily in his heart, Mo Jiawei could only go back the same way.

In the room behind Lucia.

It was pitch black.

Only a burning soul candle illuminates the surroundings.

On the ground, a magic circle emerged.

Fang Heng returned to the game.

[Hint: Your zombie clone completes the Soul Blocking*15, and you get 0.015 experience in basic necromancy skills and 0.015 in necromancy talent].

Glancing at the game prompt, Fang Heng opened the Book of the Dead again.

Three white souls were released from the Book of the Dead.

"Finally looks like it."

After spending a full 24 hours, back and forth in and out of the game, Fang Heng finally set up the simplified version of the Wailing Hall in the prison.

One hundred zombie clones lined up in a row, and they continued to use the book of the dead in their hands to try to grab their souls.

After each grab is completed, the soul body is released, and the cycle repeats.

Basically, if a weak soul is caught dozens of times, the 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 find Fang Heng.

"Is Fang Heng still cultivating inside?"

"Yes, Mr. Mo, Fang Heng has been in it for more than 30 hours."

Outside the wailing, the waiter respectfully reported to Mo Yunxiao.

"It seems that your junior is very diligent."

Dicky, who was walking with Mo Yunxiao, had a nostalgic look on his face.

"This reminds me of the time when I was learning necromancy. At that time, we didn't have any wailing. I could only go to the dead world to search for the soul body under the protection of my mentor."

"With talent and diligence, it is expected that he will be able to complete the spiritualism alone in three years."

"Three years is too long." Mo Yunxiao smiled and shook his head, "He still has important things to do, I'm afraid he can't wait for three years."

"For necromancy, it's not necessarily a bad thing, but it's definitely not a good thing. Have you decided?"

"Yes."

"Okay, as you wish."

Dicky nodded and pushed open the door between the wailing.

Fang Heng was still in the room, holding a book of the dead in both hands to collect souls. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The two looked at each other.

Dickie's face was even more approving.

In the early days, practicing necromancy outside the game can be said to be a torment.

The torment is barely visible.

Novices with mediocre talents often need to spend several hours to complete a capture, plus the subsequent swallowing absorption, adding up to an increase of about 0.01 skill experience value.

It takes almost decades to level up a skill!

Ordinary people have long since given up.

Dicky didn't see any depression from Fang Heng, but was full of fighting spirit.

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