Chapter 522 The Wailing Hall

Dickey didn’t see any dejection from Fang Heng. On the contrary, he was full of fighting spirit.

Fang Heng was indeed full of fighting spirit.

The joy of playing throughout the night!

Compared to 36 hours ago, he could already capture the souls into the Book of the Dead more easily.

Now, normal souls wouldn’t be able to escape so easily after getting close to the Book of the Dead.

After a period of time, he would be able to win every time.

Fang Heng could feel that he was getting stronger.

The first time, he spent a whole hour to capture the souls.

Now, he could capture two souls in an hour!

An epic improvement!

It seemed that the number of souls had only doubled, but Fang Heng knew how hard it was.

As time passed, more and more souls would be locked up in the prison, and the speed at which the zombie clones could capture souls would also increase.

At the same time, as the number of captured souls increased, his skills, experience points and talent points would also gradually increase, and the capture rate would also increase, forming a perfect positive cycle!

The speed of his improvement would become faster and faster!

Having not slept for more than 30 hours, Fang Heng’s eyes were red but his spirit was still high.

“Fang Heng.”

Hearing someone call his name, Fang Heng turned his head and looked at the two people behind him.

Mo Yunxiao asked, “How’s the necromancy training going?” “Not bad.”

Fang Heng replied.

This place was dark, and he did not know how much time had passed. He had been running back and forth between capturing the vengeful spirits and returning to the game to release the vengeful spirits.

“I have a piece of good news for you,” Dickey said. “I had a discussion with Mr. Mo just now. Our Necromancer Association is willing to provide you with an opportunity to quickly upgrade your necromancy skills.”

Level up quickly?!

Fang Heng’s eyes could not help but light up when he heard that, and he was overjoyed.

That would be great!

As long as he was given the opportunity to think of a way to survive the accumulation period from scratch in the early stage, the speed at which he would gain experience points in the later stage would be absolutely terrifying!

“Really?”

“Yes, such an opportunity is only available once every six months. We are willing to provide you with this opportunity to join us. In return, you owe us, the Necromancer Association, a favor.”

“Sure.”

Fang Heng agreed immediately.

He owed a lot of favors outside.

Old Black, Black Castle and the Mo Family.

He still lacked a Necromancer Association?

There was no need to worry about debt.

“A smart choice.” Dickey nodded, “We still need five hours to prepare for the Wailing Hall. During this time, I suggest you keep meditating and recover to your best condition. I will come and pick you up in three and a half hours.”

Fang Heng raised his hand and put the Book of the Dead back into his hand.

“I understand. Thank you very much.”

In the guest room, after meditating for three and a half hours, the attendant woke Fang Heng up. Under the guidance of the attendant, Fang Heng followed the stairs all the way to the fifth basement.

Standing in front of a hall, the attendant handed the blue soul candle in his hand to Fang Heng. “Mr. Fang Heng, please come in. Mr. Dickey is waiting for you in the Wailing Hall. Please don’t tell anyone what you see or hear in the Wailing Hall. Thank you for your understanding and support.”

“Okay.”

Fang Heng nodded, took the soul candle from the waiter and stepped into the room.

“Welcome to the Wailing Hall, Fang Heng.” After stepping into the door, Fang Heng saw a wide circular hall at first glance.

It was ten times bigger than the wailing room he had seen before!

Under the illumination of the soul fire, the entire hall was filled with souls that were running around.

Runes were drawn on the ceiling of the hall.

Was it a magic array?

Fang Heng raised his head and looked up.

It was a super-sized magic array, almost covering the entire ceiling of the wailing room.

The magic array was in a state of activation. It was constantly rotating, emitting a weak red light.

And in the middle of the room, there was a rift.

The moment he saw that rift, Fang Heng’s pupils slightly dilated.

He knew very little about the magic array, but he could see that the rift in the middle of the room was the central core of the entire magic array.

And that rift…

Fang Heng felt that it was very familiar.

It was very similar to the spatial rift he had broken through before!

But the color was not quite the same.

“That’s the rift that leads to the death realm.”

Noticing Fang Heng’s gaze, Dickey, who was standing at the side, began to explain.

“Mr. Dickey.”

Fang Heng nodded to greet him.

“Yes, this is a very small rift. It’s so small that even slightly stronger souls can not pass through, but it’s still filled with danger.”

Dickey turned his head to look at Fang Heng.

“It’s best not to get close to it.”

The death realm!

Fang Heng’s heart skipped a beat.

The newly activated special ability of the imprint on the back of his hand had a description of the death realm.

“Mr. Dickey, what is the death realm? Is it a world in the game?” “That is the final home of the dead. You can think that it’s a world in the game, or you can think that it’s not.”

As Dickey spoke, he shifted his gaze towards the rift and continued to explain, “The origin of this rift is a long story. I can only say that as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the Federation, Our Necromancer Association is responsible for permanently guarding this rift for generations to ensure its safety.”

“However, my uncle felt that just guarding it was too wasteful, so he used it as the core to create the Wailing Hall.”

“Perhaps you’ve guessed it as well. The souls you saw in the wailing room were all obtained from the rifts leading to the death realm.”

Fang Heng was a little dizzy from listening.

He still didn’t understand if the death realm was a world that belonged to the game.

Or perhaps there wasn’t such an obvious dividing line between the real world and the game world?

The death realm, could it be a place where reality and games were fused?

Dickey smiled. “This is our Necromancer Association’s secret. You will keep it a secret for us, right?”

“Of course, I won’t let down the Necromancer Association’s trust.”

With the attitude of putting it aside if he did not understand, Fang Heng withdrew his gaze from the death realm’s rift.

“What should I do now? Can I use the Book of the Dead here to increase the success rate of the seal?”

“As you can see, the magic array on the ceiling of the wailing room plays a suppressing role and maintain the stability of the death realm rift.”

“Later, we will fully activate the magic array in the room above. At that time, all the souls in the Wailing Hall will be suppressed. In this state, it will be difficult for them to escape the binding of the Book of the Dead.”

“Every time the magic array is activated, a large number of resources will be consumed. Each time the magic array is activated, it can last for about 72 hours, so please cherish your time,” Dickey explained in as much detail as possible, “That’s all. Do you have any more questions?”

“Yes, I do.”