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Chapter 661: Strange

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

On the third day, the 1,000 souls had all been absorbed and the experience points of the elementary necromancy skills began to slowly increase.

Fang Heng and Li Shaoqiang calculated and continued to invest the points they had earned, in addition to the 200,000 contribution points that Li Shaoqiang had spent on 30 more Books of the Dead.

There was only one goal.

To increase efficiency! To crazily make money!

Fang Heng was in a very good mood.

Elementary soul bodies were a necessity and a hard currency. The market was very fluid and the soul bodies could be sold almost instantly.

After two days of spontaneous promotion by the players, many players knew about the rich Fang Heng. They all received the commission and reported to Fang Heng at 12 o’clock on time every day. They came to work together with Fang Heng.

For an ordinary player, under ideal conditions, if they worked hard, they could earn about 20-30 King of Gods’ points every day!

Wasn’t this much better than fighting to the death in the game?

In the fallen hall.

In the middle of the afternoon, Pu Shi immediately felt a headache when he saw the 70-odd people following Fang Heng.

What were they doing?

Were they preparing to build a main base in the fallen corridor?

Pu Shi had also heard that Fang Heng had recently commissioned the players to work in the fallen corridor.

It was beneath his dignity to meddle in such matters.

However, Pu Shi had never expected Fang Heng to be so capable of causing trouble.

Among the group of people that Fang Heng had brought, he even saw many scholars who had advanced to middle-tier necromancy in the group.

What was this?!!

Pu Shi did not want to say anything more and did not want to look at Fang Heng any longer. He waved his hand and motioned for Fang Heng to enter.

“Thank you, Teacher Pu Shi.”

Fang Heng waved his hand and led the players behind him into the fallen corridor.

After two consecutive days of testing, Fang Heng had improved and leveled up his monster farming plan.

Fang Heng called it an enhanced version 5.2.

Li Shaoqiang chose a relatively empty area and set up a tent in the area. He also set up a few red soul candles on the periphery to expel the souls.

He then hired two players to constantly transport holy water to and from the outside world and the fallen corridor to ensure that the supply of holy water was endless.

He also specially got some bricks and built a simple water reservoir at the monster farming spot around the corner.

Holy water was continuously sent in from the outside and poured into the cistern.

After that, he connected the water pipe to the sprinkler system and continuously poured water on Fang Heng 24 hours a day to ensure that the curse on Fang Heng’s body could be quickly removed.

Next, he considered building a temporary toilet.

After solving the problem of eating and drinking, Li Shaoqiang realized that the players were wasting their time going to the toilet.

Li Shaoqiang and Fang Heng came up with a plan, and Fang Heng also strongly agreed.

However, when they were about to take action, they were firmly held back by Tan Shuo.

Considering that Teacher Pu Shi’s rage value at that time was almost reaching its limit, the two of them finally gave up.

At this time, more than 70 players were simultaneously luring monsters, and Fang Heng was trapped in a corner by a large circle of elementary soul bodies.

The Book of the Dead released ripples that reaped the soul fragments energy of the soul bodies.

As investors, Tan Shuo and Li Shaoqiang were sitting at the side, taking notes.

Li Shaoqiang was so happy that he could not close his mouth.

D*mn it! How much money could he earn on this day?!

“Something’s not right.”

Tan Shuo flipped through the records and stopped recording. His expression was solemn.

“What’s wrong now?”

“The speed at which the undead souls appear in the fallen hall is too fast.”

Li Shaoqiang raised his head and looked at Fang Heng’s position. He asked doubtfully, “Is it too much?”

“Yes, compared to late yesterday, the speed at which the souls appear is twice as fast as yesterday.” Tan Shuo compared the data from yesterday and revealed a worried expression. “Is there a problem?”

“Eh… It can’t be. The fallen corridor is so awesome. How can there be a problem… you’re just too timid and worry about nothing all day long.”

Li Shaoqiang still felt that Tan Shuo was overthinking. He patted Tan Shuo’s shoulder and said jokingly, “We can’t possibly collapse the fallen corridor just because we’re farming too many souls.”

Tan Shuo carefully swallowed his saliva. He looked at Fang Heng who was absorbing soul ripples in large swaths and said carefully, “Actually, I think it’s possible.”

“Huh?”

Li Shaoqiang was about to say something when suddenly, he heard a light clicking sound by his ear.

“What’s the situation?”

Li Shaoqiang was suddenly startled.

The candles hanging on the wall dimmed one after another, and the entire fallen hall instantly became dark.

“Chi!!”

Without waiting for Li Shaoqiang to speak, the candles burned again.

However, this time, they all bloomed with a dim yellow light.

“Eh?”

Fang Heng was having a good time farming monsters.

He was just about to wait for this wave to accumulate enough contribution points to run off and buy things wantonly when the strange situation that suddenly occurred shocked him.

What was going on?



In the fallen hall, Pu Shi was resting with his eyes closed.

He didn’t like what Fang Heng had done in the fallen corridor.

It made the entire fallen corridor a mess.

Suddenly, Pu Shi opened his eyes.

Almost at the same time, all the soul candles burning in the fallen hall dimmed.

Oh no! Something happened!

The central seal was triggered!

Who could it be?

Pu Shi’s heart sank. He immediately looked up at the wooden shelf on the right side of the room.

Five soul candles.

This meant that there were a total of five high-tier necromancers currently in the fallen corridor.

In theory, only five of them had the ability to enter the central region alone.

There was a problem with one of them!

“There’s a problem with the central seal. Immediately inform President Wayne, the vice presidents and the Federation. Keep the names of all the members and seal off the entrance and exit of the fallen corridor. Before the president arrives, completely seal off the valves and do not allow anyone to enter or leave. The rest of you, follow me into the fallen corridor immediately!”

“Yes!!”

Pu Shi led a group of high-tier necromancers in charge of guarding the fallen corridor and hurried over to the place.

His heart was filled with anxiety and unease.

Who could it be?

Who would make a move on the seal?

Could it be Fang Heng?

Fang Heng’s face appeared in Pu Shi’s mind.

No, it was impossible. The fallen corridor was divided into three major regions: the outer, middle, and inner regions, as well as the central region. The right to enter was not publicly announced.

Even if it was the inner region, ordinary players would have to go through at least a ten-year safety assessment. They would even have to go through the Federation’s identity and background checks before they were allowed to enter…

This meant that the other party had already infiltrated the association for as long as ten years.

It was definitely not something a newbie player like Fang Heng could do.

At the same time, on the other side of the fallen corridor, Fang Heng collected the last wave of soul bodies and gathered with the other players.

The players realized that there was a problem. They stopped luring the monsters and started discussing in small groups.

“What’s going on?”

“Why did the color of the candle change?”

“The soul candle in my hand doesn’t seem to have changed.”

“Could it be a maintenance…”

Li Shaoqiang pondered as he walked to Fang Heng’s side. He lowered his voice and asked softly, “Fang Heng, did you do this?”
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