Chapter 526 His State of Mind Exploded
Seeing Fang Heng’s actions, Tan Shuo’s heart was in complete chaos.
He could not help but ask his Federation companion beside him in a low voice, “Hey, what’s going on with Fang Heng?”
“I’m not sure about the specifics, but I suspect that he has a special item on him.”
His companion, Li Shaoqiang, who was also a Federation player, narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully, “Based on my judgment, it’s most likely the final reward that Fang Heng received after clearing District 8. I’ve heard people say that the final reward after clearing the level is very good.”
“That’s why he suddenly chose to come to the Necromancer Association and choose to learn about necromancy,” Li Shaoqiang continued to analyze, “Look, the speed at which he’s absorbing souls has definitely reached Level 10 for basic necromancy. An ordinary person wouldn’t even be able to enter the rudiments after five or six years of learning. How is it possible if he doesn’t have any special tools or skills on him?”
Tan Shuo swallowed his saliva, a slight bitterness appearing on the corner of his mouth.
Even though Li Shaoqiang’s serious analysis had never been reliable before, this time, he felt that Li Shaoqiang’s analysis was very reasonable.
“From his previous performance, he’s like a newbie. He’s using today’s opportunity to level up the Book of the Dead.”
Li Shaoqiang gritted his teeth as he spoke, looking very displeased. “We’re really unlucky to have met him this time. Anyway, let’s ignore him. We’ll continue to train our skills.”
“Okay.”
Tan Shuo nodded again when he heard that.
His heart was in a mess.
This world was really unfair.
He had painstakingly trained for six to seven years before he made a slight improvement in basic necromancy.
What about others?
Just a few short months were equivalent to a few years of painstaking cultivation.
Tan Shuo took a deep breath and once again tried his best to throw out the chaotic emotions in his mind. He sat down again and continued to control the Book of the Dead to absorb the high-tier souls.
“F*ck!”
Just as he sat down and was about to absorb souls, Tan Shuo realized that something was wrong and cursed in his heart.
He turned his head to look in Fang Heng’s direction once again.
Under the influence of the small soul vortex created by Fang Heng, many red souls in the Wailing Hall sensed danger and avoided Fang Heng from a distance.
Including Tan Shuo, seven or eight necromancers who were close to Fang Heng were affected. The difficulty of capturing the red souls was much higher than before.
Troublesome!
Tan Shuo could only admit that he was unlucky.
He decided not to look at Fang Heng anymore. He would pretend that Fang Heng did not exist and focus on absorbing the soul again.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Tan Shuo found that it was getting harder and harder to capture a high-tier soul. From one minute at the beginning to two minutes later, three minutes later…
With great difficulty, he spent nearly ten minutes gradually guiding a high-tier soul into the Book of the Dead.
Seeing that the soul was about to be sucked in…
What was going on?! Tan Shuo frowned.
The soul that had half a foot sucked into the Book of the Dead was actually forcefully pulled out of the Book of the Dead and flew backward.
Could it be Fang Heng again?
Was he not going to let others train?!
Tan Shuo’s mind exploded.
He stopped controlling the Book of the Dead and turned back to look at Fang Heng’s position.
This…
Tan Shuo never thought that he would see such a scene one day. He was so shocked that he lost his grip on the Book of the Dead and fell to the ground.
At this moment, the Book of the Dead in Fang Heng’s hand had already created a large-scale soul vortex!
All the souls in the surroundings were crazily sucked into the vortex!
White, blue, red…
Even half of the red soul that Tan Shuo had just absorbed was affected by the soul vortex formed by Fang Heng’s hand, forcefully taken away by the soul vortex controlled by Fang Heng!
What made Tan Shuo feel even more terrifying was that the soul vortex in Fang Heng’s hand was still accelerating and expanding! Tan Shuo opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time.
He looked around and suddenly realized that he was not the most miserable one.
The two necromancers closest to Fang Heng were the most miserable pair. They had already been affected by Fang Heng a few hours ago. The souls around them were all sucked into the soul vortex created by Fang Heng without exception.
The necromancers who were originally sitting near Fang Heng were forced to move their seats. The remaining ten or so people squeezed into another corner and stayed far away from Fang Heng. They looked weak, pitiful, and huddled together for warmth.
One of them was his Federation companion, Li Shaoqiang.
Seeing that the other necromancers were not doing much better, Tan Shuo felt a little better.
“Ha, this game really can’t go on.”
Tan Shuo smiled bitterly and admitted defeat.
“Fine, you’re awesome. I’ll leave.”
Tan Shuo said helplessly and resentfully. He picked up the Book of the Dead on the ground and ran far away from Fang Heng to gather with the other necromancers.
As the purple light gradually stopped, the magic array in the hall also gradually stopped functioning
The strength of the vortex formed by Fang Heng’s Book of the Dead immediately weakened.
The strength of the soul quickly recovered.
The red and blue souls quickly broke away from the control of the vortex of Fang Heng’s Book of the Dead. Only the white souls could not break free and were still sucked into the vortex.
However, the speed at which they were sucked into the vortex was clearly slowing down. Fang Heng felt that the speed at which they were sucked into the vortex had greatly decreased, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
It ended so quickly!?
72 hours had passed in the blink of an eye?
It felt like only over ten hours had passed…
Fang Heng curled his lips, looking as if he had not finished yet.
Immersed in the joy of his skill, Fang Heng rarely felt that time had passed as quickly as it did now.
The door of the Wailing Hall was slowly opened.
After continuously farming for 72 hours, coupled with the heavy mental blow from Fang Heng, the rest of the necromancers were not in a good state of mind. They all hung their heads and dragged their heavy footsteps out of the Wailing Hall.
Unlike the cheers and laughter at the end of the trial in the Wailing Hall, this time, everyone was silent.
No one was in the mood to say a word.
Fang Heng’s spirit was still not bad even after 72 hours of continuous soul absorption.
“What a pity…”
Fang Heng muttered to himself.
It would be great if he could be given another 72 hours. After that, his rate of soul absorption would be even faster, and the level of the Book of the Dead would continue to rise, at that time, it was estimated that he would have a chance to farm up to 10,000 talent points.
What a pity! What a pity!
Anyway, a small Wailing Hall had already been set up in the prison, so he could still continue to get talent points.
Now that his elementary necromancy had reached Level 10, it was better to quickly enquire about the soul summoning skill and complete the main storyline mission of District 7.
While thinking, Fang Heng followed the crowd out of the Wailing Hall.
“Mr. Fang Heng, please wait a moment.”
At the door, an attendant reached out to stop Fang Heng. “Mr. Fang Heng, Mr. Mo Yunxiao asked me to tell you that an important guest wants to see you. He has been waiting for you for a day. He is now with Mr. Mo Yunxiao in the reception room on the fourth floor. If it is convenient for you, I will take you to see them now. Is that okay?”
“Hmm?”
An important guest?
Fang Heng frowned and was puzzled.
He knew too few people in this world. “Okay, please take me there. Thank you.” “Please follow me.”
