Chapter 523 Exactly What He Wanted
Fang Heng understood.
In other words, once the magic array started to operate, the difficulty of capturing souls would be greatly reduced!
Good!
72 hours. He had to seize the time to capture as many souls as possible, and expand the wailing room in his own prison!
Fang Heng made up his mind.
“Mm, we still need some time to make the final adjustment of the magic array. You can choose the best location.”
Dickey pointed to the circular hall.
“It is estimated that the magic array will be activated in an hour. Besides you, there will be twelve other scholars who are studying necromancy joining us. In order to avoid unnecessary disputes, the thirteen positions are fixed. You can choose one first.”
“Thank you.”
Fang Heng thanked him again.
It turned out that besides him, there were 12 other people participating.
Although the number of souls in the Wailing Hall seemed to be very dense, Fang Heng already regarded these 12 people as competitors in his heart.
If he wanted to get more souls, he would have to rely on his own abilities.
Fang Heng thought as he stood at the exit of the Wailing Hall and roughly scanned the room.
Although using the Book of the Dead to digest the soul required full concentration and energy, it was basically impossible to notice what was happening in the outside world.
However, he still had to keep going back and forth in the game.
Mo Yunxiao had once warned him that the move to enter the game directly was related to the secret of the mark on the back of his hand, and it was best not to expose it in front of outsiders.
So it was better to keep a low profile.
The position in the corner was even more difficult to discover.
With this thought, Fang Heng walked straight to the corner.
Dickey frowned.
He was a little puzzled.
He had brought Fang Heng here first this time to let Fang Heng choose the most advantageous position first.
But he had not expected that Fang Heng would actually choose such a corner position.
“Fang Heng, are you sure you want to choose this position?”
“Yes, the corner is more suitable for overall planning and observation.”
“Yes, not a bad choice. I wish you good luck.” Dickey waved his hand. “I’ll go check on the preparation of the magic array in the upper level.”
After watching Dickey leave, Fang Heng lowered his head and thought for a while.
This opportunity that came once every six months and he even got a favor. He could not waste it so easily. He had to do his best to enjoy it.
Fang Heng secretly made up his mind.
He stood up again and opened the door to the room in the Wailing Hall.
At the entrance, two attendants stood guard at the door.
“Mr. Fang Heng, is there anything I can help you with?”
“I need more Books of the Dead.”
Fang Heng nodded. “I need 19 more.” The attendants looked at each other.
One of them was already used to Fang Heng’s strange requests. He nodded and said, “Alright, I’ll take you back to the hall of the dead now.”
Returning to the counter to go through the purchase procedures, Fang Heng spent another 570 King of Gods’ points to purchase 19 Books of the Dead.
By the time Fang Heng returned to the Wailing Hall with a thick stack of books in each hand, the other 12 necromancers who had participated in the Wailing Hall’s training had all gathered.
Seeing Fang Heng enter the hall, everyone cast puzzled glances at him.
It was too strange.
They had never seen anyone carrying so many Books of the Dead into the Wailing Hall to cultivate.
What kind of trick was this?
Could it be that he relied on the number of Books of the Dead to win?
His train of thought was really strange.
What was even stranger was that normal necromancers might not have the strength to truss a chicken, but a thick Book of the Dead was not considered light either.
He was actually carrying a huge stack of books in each hand?
For a moment, many people even felt that Fang Heng was a proper amateur necromancer.
However, the Necromancer Association would never allow such an amateur to enter such an important Wailing Hall.
Fang Heng looked around and nodded slightly at the gaze that was thrown at him.
All the necromancers who had participated in the training had already taken their positions, leaving only the last corner of the hall.
It was exactly what they wanted!
Fang Heng was in a good mood.
He suddenly realized that the last position should be one that the Necromancer Association had specially added for him.
He was originally outside the list.
Walking straight to his seat, Fang Heng threw the two stacks of Books of the Dead onto the ground.
“Dong!”
The two stacks of books fell to the ground with a “Dong’ sound.
It was extremely dull.
The surrounding necromancers looked at Fang Heng strangely once again.
Fang Heng sat down quietly and closed his eyes to meditate.
“As long as I’m not embarrassed, the one who’s embarrassed will be the others!”
When everyone saw Fang Heng enter a meditative state, they gradually withdrew their gazes.
Among the many scholars in the hall, two Federation players looked at each other.
Tan Shuo frowned.
Why did Fang Heng come to the Wailing Hall?
He was only a player in an elementary game. How did he have the ability to come into contact with necromancy?
Moreover, he had just joined the Necromancer Association. He could actually join the Wailing Hall that opened every six months?
One had to know that there were very few training spots for the opening day of the Wailing Hall. The Federation had spent a lot of effort to obtain two tickets.
What was even weirder was that the matter regarding District 7 of the Zombie Apocalypse had caused a commotion outside yesterday.
The Federation had even asked Fang Heng for help, and was even willing to give a large portion of the points as compensation.
However, Fang Heng had no intention of talking at all. He simply disappeared without a trace.
So he had been hiding in the Wailing Hall the entire time.
But why did he not care about the Zombie Apocalypse game at all? Instead, he was quietly learning necromancy here?
Tan Shuo had a hundred question marks in his heart.
The other Federation player shook his head at Tan Shuo.
“Focus, don’t let your imagination run wild. We’re about to begin.”
“Okay.”
Tan Shuo immediately focused his mind upon hearing that.
Regardless of Fang Heng, the most important thing for him now was to deal with the current situation.
This was a rare opportunity. Fang Heng and the others were not important. The most important thing was to work hard to complete the upgrade of his necromancy.
He had to go all out!
Tan Shuo closed his eyes and adjusted his state of mind.
As time passed, a soft crack sounded in the entire Wailing Hall.
The door of the Wailing Hall was locked.
The magic array rune on the ceiling of the hall began to spin slowly, emitting a faint purple light.
The purple light illuminated the entire Wailing Hall.
Under the illumination of the purple light, Fang Heng, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly felt his shoulders sink.
He opened his eyes abruptly.
It had begun!
The dead souls in the wailing room were obviously greatly affected by the suppression magic array.
Looking carefully, under the illumination of the red light released by the magic array, pale purple chains appeared on the souls’ bodies.
All the blue and white souls were directly bound in place, leaving only the red souls that could still move at an extremely slow speed.
“Chi!!”
Almost all the necromancers in the hall picked up the Book of the Dead in their hands and immediately aimed the Book of the Dead at the high-tier red soul to capture it.
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 array, the white soul was unable to resist the attraction of the Book of the Dead.
It was pulled by the strength of the Book of the Dead and was slowly pulled into the Book of the Dead.
It could not resist at all!
