Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Fang Heng understood.

That is to say, after the magic circle really starts to operate, the difficulty of capturing the soul will be greatly reduced!

good!

72 hours, hurry up, capture as many souls as possible, and expand the wailing time of your own prison!

Fang Heng made up his mind.

"Well, we still need a little time for the final adjustment of the magic circle, you can choose a best position."

Dickie reached into the rotunda.

"It is expected that the magic circle will start running in an hour. In addition to you, there will be twelve scholars studying necromancy to join. In order to avoid unnecessary disputes with each other, the thirteen positions are fixed. Yes, you can choose one first."

"thanks."

Fang Heng thanked again.

It turned out that in addition to him and so on, there were 12 other people involved.

Although the dead souls in the Wailing Hall seemed to be very dense at this time, Fang Heng had already regarded these twelve people as competitors in his heart.

If you want to get more souls, you have to rely on your ability.

Fang Heng thought about it, stood at the exit between the mourning and glanced around the room roughly.

Although using the Book of the Dead to digest the soul requires full concentration and energy consumption, it is basically unaware of what is happening in the outside world.

But wait for him to keep going back and forth in the game.

Mo Yunxiao once told him that the move to directly enter the game is related to the secret of the imprint on the back of his hand, and it is best not to expose it to outsiders.

So it's better to keep a low profile.

The location of the corners is less easy to spot.

Thinking about it, Fang Heng went straight to the corner.

Dickie frowned.

He was a little puzzled.

This time, I brought Fang Heng here first, so that Fang Heng could choose the most favorable position first.

It's just that he didn't expect that Fang Heng actually chose such a corner position.

"Fang Heng, are you sure you chose this place?"

"Yes, the position of the corner is more suitable for overall observation of the overall situation."

"Well, a good choice, I wish you good luck." Dicky waved his hand, "I'll go and see the preparation of the magic circle on the upper floor."

Watching Dicky leave, Fang Heng lowered his head and thought again.

Once every six months, I also got a favor, but it can't be wasted so easily.

Fang Heng made up his mind secretly.

He got up again and opened the door of the room in the Wailing Hall.

At the entrance, two waiters stood guard at the door.

"Mr. Fang Heng, do you need any help?"

"I need more Books of the Dead."

Fang Heng nodded, "I need 19 more."

The waiters looked at each other.

One of them, Fang Heng, has become accustomed to this strange request. He nodded and said, "Okay, I will take you back to the Hall of the Dead now."

…

Going back to the counter to go through the purchase procedure, Fang Heng spent another 570 God Points to purchase all 19 Books of the Dead.

When Fang Heng returned to the Wailing Hall with a thick stack of books in each hand again, the other twelve necromantic scholars who participated in the training in the Wailing Hall had all gathered.

Seeing Fang Heng stepping into the hall, everyone cast a suspicious look at him.

So weird.

They have also never seen someone carry so many books of the dead into the Wailing Hall to practice.

What kind of **** is this?

Does it depend on the number of Books of the Dead to win?

This idea is really neat enough.

What's even weirder is that ordinary necromancers don't say that they are powerless, but a thick book of the dead is not light.

He actually carried a large stack in one hand on the left and right?

For a time, many people even thought that Fang Heng was a proper necromancer.

But it is impossible for the Undead Scholar Research Association to allow such a layman to enter such an important Wailing Hall.

Fang Heng looked around and nodded slightly at the gaze that was cast at him.

All the necromancer scholars who participated in the cultivation have already taken their places, leaving only the position in the last corner.

Right in the middle!

Fang Heng is in a good mood.

He suddenly realized that the last position should be an extra one that the Association of Necromancers made a special trip for him.

He was originally off the list.

Going straight to the seat, Fang Heng threw the two stacks of Books of the Dead on the ground.

"Boom!"

Two bundles of books fell to the ground with a thud.

Very dull.

The surrounding necromantic scholars once again cast a strange look at Fang Heng.

Fang Heng sat down quietly, closing his eyes and meditating.

As long as I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed!

When everyone saw Fang Heng entering a state of meditation, they gradually withdrew their gazes one by one.

Among the many scholars in the hall, the two federation players looked at each other.

Tan Shuo frowned.

Fang Heng, why did he come to the Wailing Hall?

He is only a beginner game player, why is he able to come into contact with necromancy?

And also joined the Association of Undead Scholars, and can even join the Wailing Hall, which is opened every six months?

You must know that the number of places to practice on the Open Day of the Wailing Hall is very limited, and the Federation took a lot of effort to get two tickets.

What's even weirder is that there was a lot of uproar in the 7th District of the zombie apocalypse outside yesterday, and the federation has even asked Fang Heng for help, and was even willing to give a large part of the points as a reward.

But Fang Heng didn't mean to talk about it at all, and simply disappeared.

It turned out that he had been hiding in the Wailing Hall.

But why does he not care about the zombie apocalypse game at all, but quietly study necromancy here?

Tan Shuo had a hundred question marks in his heart.

Another federation player shook his head at Tan Shuo.

"Concentrate, don't think about it, we're going to start."

"Ok."

Tan Shuo immediately calmed down when he heard the words.

No matter what happened to Fang Heng, the most important thing for him now is to deal with the current situation.

This opportunity is rare, Fang Heng or something is not important, the most important thing is to work hard to improve the level of his necromancy.

Must go all out!

Tan Shuo closed his eyes and adjusted his mind.

As time passed by, there was a light click in the entire Wailing Hall.

The doors of the Wailing Hall are locked.

The magic circle rune on the ceiling of the hall slowly accelerated its rotation, emitting a lavender light.

Purple awns illuminate the entire Wailing Hall.

Under the light of Zimang, Fang Heng, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly felt his shoulders sink.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

it has started!

The dead souls in the wailing were obviously greatly affected by the suppression of the magic circle.

Looking carefully, under the light of the red light released by the magic circle, the souls of UU reading www.uukanshu.com have a chain of lavender chains and shackles.

All the blue and white souls were directly imprisoned in place, and only the red souls were able to move at an extremely slow speed.

"laugh!"

Almost all the necromancer scholars in the hall picked up the Book of the Dead in their hands and aimed the Book of the Dead at the first time to capture the high-level red soul.

Seeing this, Fang Heng also opened the Book of the Dead and aimed it at the nearest white soul.

Under the suppression of the powerful magic circle, the white soul could not resist the attraction of the Book of the Dead.

It was dragged by the power of the Book of the Dead and slowly pulled into the Book of the Dead.

Can't make any resistance!

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