Five waiters helped Fang Heng carry bags of thick books of the dead and buckets of special paint, and returned to the room of the dead.
Along the way, the necromancy scholars in the Hall of the Dead all cast doubtful glances at Fang Heng.
Most necromancy 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.
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 and said, "Don't worry about him. Be prepared. We have more important things."
"Um."
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 toward the wailing room.
Each new member of the Undead Scholars Association has a total of three opportunities to enter Between the Wailings 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 spend all his time between wailing and gaining experience points.
"Thank you, I'll just do it myself."
After placing a hundred books and two barrels of paint into the Wailing Room, Fang Heng drove several waiters out of the Wailing Room and closed the door to the Wailing Room with his own hands.
Open your 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 casually 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 has the great god gone..."
Mo Jiawei searched for Fang Heng in the game for a long time but could not find him, nor did he hear from Victor that Fang Heng had gone to other worlds.
After wandering 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 combat mode, her body suddenly straightened up, her right hand reached for the dagger, and her sharp eyes stared directly at Mo Jiawei.
"Forehead……"
Mo Jiawei never knew how he offended Lucia.
But he felt a little guilty.
"Lucia, you...haven't you rested yet?"
"Um."
Lucia hummed coldly, her face full of vigilance and indifference.
"Well, 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 his neck, feeling that the air around him had inexplicably dropped several degrees.
"Fang Heng is currently in retreat in his 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 something very important to ask Fang Heng, 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 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 his retreat." Lucia's expression became even colder, and she held a dagger in a fighting posture, "Do you have to go in?"
"No, no, no, not, not, not."
Mo Jiawei was so frightened that he quickly waved his hand, "Lucia, when Fang Heng comes out, tell him for me that there is something urgent about the Federation to contact him. It is very urgent and very critical."
"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 his saliva and thought to himself, 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 illuminates the surroundings.
On the ground, a magic circle emerged.
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 inside and outside 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 souls.
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 there?"
"Yes, Mr. Mo, Fang Heng has been inside 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 cry. 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 in three years he will be able to complete spiritualism alone."
"Three years is too long." Mo Yunxiao smiled and shook his head, "He still has important things to complete. I'm afraid he won't be able to wait for three years."
"For necromancy, trying to encourage growth is not necessarily a bad thing, but it is definitely not a good thing. Have you made your decision?"
"Yes."
"Okay, as you wish."
Dicky nodded and pushed open the door between the wailing rooms.
Fang Heng was 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 Dickie'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 is almost invisible.
Novices 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 can take 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.
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