"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'."
Association President Wayne thought for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Have you checked the true identity of the intruder?"
"The federal government is conducting an investigation, and it will take some time for the results to be reported back. Since 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 showed dissatisfaction, "Someone made fine adjustments to the seal two days ago, and Pu Shi didn't notice it at all? How did it happen?"
"Don't be angry. It has nothing to do with Pu Shi. Hundreds of years of peace have gradually made us 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 cannot rest in peace."
"Fortunately, the cracks in the dead world are still under control, and we still have time to recover."
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.
But 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, the Sunken Corridor was completely blocked, and the members trapped in it didn't have any supplies. In addition, the Bone Shrine was maliciously triggered, and the ancient resentful spirits revived, so the time dragged on for a long time.
, the combat ability of 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 cumulative effect of the curse 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 last?
"We must be prepared 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 seal off 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 waiter hurried in and whispered a few words in Wayne's ear.
"you sure?"
"Yes, mentor."
Wayne frowned, with a look of doubt on his face.
He nodded to the waiter.
The undead attendant turned around and looked at everyone, and said: "Fellow presidents, we have just investigated a very strange thing."
"According to the undead attendants who stayed in the Hall of Sinking, 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, the Book of the Dead, soul candles and other combat supplies, as well as Compressed biscuits, tents, quilts and other survival supplies..."
Um??
Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the room suddenly became strange.
what's the situation?
Enter the Sunken Corridor with survival supplies in advance.
What is he going to do?
Do you want to build a base camp inside the Sunken Corridor?
How could it be that Fang Heng seemed to know in advance what bad things would happen in the Sinking Corridor?
A strange idea came to everyone's mind at the same time.
No way?
Could it be that Fang Heng planned this incident?
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, looked at everyone calmly without blushing or panting.
glutinous rice
He was even a little proud.
"My student personality is as calm as mine. I like to prepare a few extra hands when encountering problems, and make plans before taking action. So I prepared some survival supplies in advance. What? Is there a problem with having multiple hands prepared? Doesn't this help the team? Take it?"
"Or do you suspect that I also have a problem?"
Listening to Dicky's response, everyone was speechless for a moment.
this……
Of course Dicky will have no problem.
Since Dicky fully guaranteed, Fang Heng would have no problem.
But……
This is too strange!
…
Fang Heng mingled 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.
Returning to the camp, the players who stayed on guard came up to inquire about the situation.
Dong Jiachen gave an overview of everything that everyone had encountered in the Central District.
The players had different expressions and discussed in low voices.
After everyone finished discussing, Fang Heng clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention again.
"It's just as Dong Jiachen said. It's very dangerous near the central area now, and the lowest level ones are all high-level soul bodies."
"At this stage, we can't help and we can't do without the Sunken Corridor. So, everyone, if you still want to continue working, please come with me. We will still calculate the remuneration. If you don't want to start working, you can also go to the camp to rest. Food and accommodation will be provided by We’ll provide it.”
Huh? Crazy?
Just kidding?
At this time, you still want to defraud workers and 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.
At this time, the boss still wants to start work?
But think about it carefully, what can they do now?
As a group of beginners, it is the biggest help to not cause trouble to the instructor Pu Shi.
Rather than staying here and wasting away, it's better to work part-time and earn some pocket money.
Anyway, idle is idle.
You can only consider yourself unlucky if you are trapped here.
I met you.
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 some insights. Even if he is trapped here, he can persuade them to continue working and making money."
Seeing the players starting to work, Li Shaoqiang became energetic.
Tan Shuo silently glanced at the excited Li Shaoqiang, feeling helpless.
In this situation, can you still roll it up?
…
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 prepared 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 and body 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.
From a long 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."