<h4>Chapter 521 Work Through the Night</h4>


    The five attendants helped Fang Heng carry bags of thick Books of the Dead and buckets of special paint to the room together.


    Along the way, the necromancers in the hall of the dead cast puzzled gazes at Fang Heng.


    Most of the necromancers were engrossed in their research and rarely paid attention to what was happening outside.


    However, such a rare sight still attracted their attention.


    Among the crowd, Tan Shuo revealed a puzzled expression. His gaze followed Fang Heng until he left the hall of the dead.


    Tan Shuo was a member of the Federation.


    In fact, not long before Fang Heng entered the hall of the dead, several major members of the Federation, including Tan Shuo, had already received the news of Fang Heng’s arrival.


    They had not received any specific orders, but they could only pay attention to Fang Heng’s actions.


    Tan Shuo was very curious about this yer who had only spent a few months to obtain ownership of District 8.


    Seeing was better than hearing. He was indeed very strange.


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


    Hispanion patted Tan Shuo’s shoulder. “Don’t bother about him. Get ready. We have more important things to do.”


    “Okay.”


    ......


    Tan Shuo nodded and looked away from Fang


    Heng.


    Fang Heng was thinking about how to earn experience points. He didn’t realize that someone was observing him in the crowd.


    Under the guidance of the attendant, he left the hall and walked in the direction of the wailing room.


    Every new member of the Necromancer Association had a total of three free opportunities to enter the room.


    Fang Heng was currently very poor.


    He did not want to waste this opportunity.


    Therefore, for the next period of time, he was prepared to stay in the wailing room to collect experience points.


    “Thank you. I’ll do it myself.”


    Putting a hundred books and two buckets of paint into the wailing room, Fang Heng chased the few attendants out of the room and closed the door with his own hands.


    He was going to work through the night!


    Fang Heng took a deep breath, patted his cheek and lit the soul candle on the table.


    Under the illumination of the soul me, the wandering souls could be clearly seen.


    There was no shortcut.


    When he had just started, he had to think of ways to catch the vengeful spirits one by one. Fang Heng picked up a Book of the Dead and started to catch the vengeful spirits.


    He firmly believed that everything would be fine.


    “Strange, where did God go…”


    Mo Jiawei searched in the game for a long time but still could not find Fang Heng. He also did not hear from Victor that Fang Heng had gone to another world.


    After wandering around the prison for three full rounds, Mo Jiawei mustered up his courage and came to the entrance pathway of a newly built basement in the prison.


    In the pathway, Lucia leaned against the wall.


    Seeing Mo Jiaweiing, Lucia instantly enteredbat mode. Her body suddenly straightened and her right hand touched the dagger. Her sharp eyes stared at Mo Jiawei. “Uh…”


    Mo Jiawei didn’t know how he had offended Lucia.


    But he felt a little guilty.


    “Lucia, you… haven’t rested yet?”


    “Yes.”


    Lucia responded with a cold “Yes”. Her face was full of vignce and indifference.


    “Uh, 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 shrunk his neck. He felt that the air around him had inexplicably dropped a few degrees.


    “Fang Heng is now in his room in seclusion. You can’t go in and disturb him.”


    “Huh? Seclusion?”


    Mo Jiawei scratched the back of his neck, feeling a little anxious.


    It seemed that the Federation had something very important to look for Fang Heng. It was said that it had something to do with what happened in District 7.


    Chen Yu started to make a series of life-threatening calls. He had already made dozens of calls.


    However, Fang Heng was now in seclusion again.


    Mo Jiawei probed, “Why don’t you go in and call him?”


    “No, I’m in charge of protecting Fang Heng when he’s in seclusion.” Lucia’s expression became even colder. She held the dagger in her hand and assumed a battle stance. “Do you really have to go in?”


    “No, no, no, it’s not that serious.”


    Mo Jiawei was so scared that he hurriedly waved his hand. “Lucia, when Fang Henges out, help me tell him that the Federation has an urgent matter to look for him. It’s very urgent, very crucial.”


    “En, alright, I understand.”


    Lucia put away her dagger in disappointment. She coldly acknowledged once again, using her eyes to signal that Mo Jiawei could leave.


    Mo Jiawei swallowed his saliva, thinking 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 ck.


    Only a burning soul candle lit up the surroundings.


    On the ground, a magic array appeared.


    Fang Heng returned to the game.


    (Hint: Your zombie clone haspleted sealing soul*15. You have received 0.015 experience points for basic necromancy skills and 0.015 talent for necromancy.]


    ncing at the game hint, Fang Heng opened the Book of the Dead again.


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


    “Finally, this is more like it.”


    After spending a full 24 hours, Fang Heng finally set up a simplified version of the wailing room in the prison.


    A hundred zombie clones lined up in a row, using the Book of the Dead in their hands to try and grab souls.


    After each grab, they would release the soul and the cycle would repeat.


    Basically, a weak soul that had been grabbed dozens of times wouldpletely exhaust its soul strength and disappear.


    It was still too slow.


    The initial umtion was the most troublesome.


    Fang Heng shook his head helplessly and left the game again.


    The next night, Mo Yunxiao and Dickey returned to the wailing room to look for Fang Heng.


    “Is Fang Heng still cultivating inside?”


    “Yes, Mr. Mo, Fang Heng has been in there for more than 30 hours.’


    Outside the room, the attendant respectfully reported to Mo Yunxiao.


    “It seems that your junior is very diligent.”


    Dickey, who was traveling with Mo Yunxiao, had a nostalgic look on his face.


    “This reminds me of when I learned the necromancy. At that time, we didn’t have the wailing room. I could only go to the death realm to search for souls under the protection of my teacher.”


    “With his talent and diligence, I estimate that he will be able toplete the soul summoning skill in three years.”


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


    “For necromancy, it’s not necessarily a bad thing to rush things, but it’s definitely not a good thing. Have you decided?” “Yes.”


    “Alright, as you wish.”


    Dickey nodded and pushed open the door to the room.


    Fang Heng was still in the room, holding a Book of the Dead in both hands to collect souls.


    The two of them looked at each other.


    Dickey’s expression was even more approving


    In the early stages, practicing necromancy outside of the game could be said to be a torment.


    It was a torment that was almost endless.


    Novice yers with average talent would usually need to spend a few hours toplete a capture. In addition to the subsequent devouring and absorbing, it would add up to about 0.01 experience points.


    It would take decades to raise the skill level by a level!


    Ordinary people had given up long ago.


    Dickey did not see any dejection from Fang Heng. Instead, he was full of fighting spirit.