Chapter 525 Work Work Work

At first, it was fine, but later, as the basic necromancy level and necromancy talent continued to increase, it was too easy to catch weak souls.

It took less than an hour to complete 20 Books of the Dead.

Helpless, Fang Heng changed his plan again and began to farm the level of the Book of the Dead.

Level o Book of the Dead stored 100 souls, Level 1 could store 150 souls, Level 2 200 souls, Level 3 300 souls…

Once he got used to the rhythm of farming the Book of the Dead, it was quite cool.

At least the Book of the Dead could be refreshed very quickly.

Fang Heng felt that this was like playing a game.

From a certain point of view, this world was a game.

By farming the Book of the Dead to Level 3, he could absorb 6,000 souls from 20 books each time he went back and forth.

This greatly increased the efficiency of grinding monsters in the prison’s mini-scale wailing room. Level 3 was far from the limit of the Book of the Dead! It could still continue to level up!

Level 4! Level 5! Level 6!

Forget it, f*ck! Just work, work to the max!

After more than 20 consecutive hours, Fang Heng was not sleepy at all. He was full of fighting spirit!

White souls lined up to be absorbed into Fang Heng’s Book of the Dead.

After they were gathered, they were released in one go, repeating the cycle.

What made Fang Heng the most satisfied was that after so long, he had already collected nearly 20,000 souls from the Wailing Hall into the game prison. However, the number of souls in the Wailing Hall did not decrease at all.

After careful inspection, Fang Heng realized that this anomaly was related to the rift in the death realm in the hall.

The death realm rift was like a passage, through which weak souls could travel between the two worlds.

Every once in a while, the magic array in the Wailing Hall would stop for about 10 seconds.

In just 10 seconds, a large number of souls would rush into the Wailing Hall from the death realm rift.

He did not have to worry about the danger of all the souls in the hall being captured.

Fang Heng continued to focus on absorbing souls.

When one-third of the 40 books in his hand had reached Level 4, the cooldown time of his warp backpack had finally been turned to full.

Fang Heng looked around once again.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he hid behind the two stacks of the Book of the Dead, blocking the others’ line of sight. He closed his eyes and entered the game.

(Hint: During the time you are offline, your zombie clone has completed the soul seal*256. You have gained 0.256 experience points for basic necromancy skills…]

Finally…

As the number of souls in the prison’s weakened version of the wailing room increased, the efficiency of collecting experience points began to increase significantly!

This was only the beginning!

Fang Heng released all the souls in the Book of the Dead.

He realized that the density of souls in the prison’s wailing room had begun to increase significantly. At least with a glance, he could already see hundreds of floating souls.

Fang Heng rubbed his chin.

Once the number of souls in the wailing room increased rapidly, he could proceed to Tier 2, allowing the zombie clones to directly devour souls to increase experience points.

There were plenty of souls anyway!

Catch one, absorb one.

Greatly increase the speed at which he could gain experience points for basic necromancy skills!

With that thought, Fang Heng gave the zombie clones another order.

Time passed by minute by minute.

After another five hours of meditation, Tan Shuo opened his eyes.

It had already been two days and three nights.

There were still more than seven hours left until the end of the magic array’s operation.

The last wave of sprinting!

Tan Shuo tried to move his somewhat stiff shoulders to cheer himself up.

If he worked hard for one minute now, it would be equivalent to two or three days of hard work outside.

“Right, I wonder how Fang Heng is now?”

“No!!”

“No!!”

The moment this thought appeared, Tan Shuo immediately shook his head crazily and quickly threw Fang Heng’s matter to the back of his mind.

“Idiot! Don’t bother about him! Don’t be influenced by others! Mind your own business!”

Tan Shuo muttered in his heart.

After adjusting his state of mind, he opened his eyes again. There was no joy or sadness in his eyes.

He took out the Book of the Dead and prepared to continue absorbing the spirits.

Eh?

Tan Shuo was stunned for a moment.

He felt a little strange.

He noticed that many other necromancers had stopped the Book of the Dead in their hands.

Huh? What happened?

Did something happen?

Following everyone’s gazes, Tan Shuo also turned around to look.

This…

Fang Heng?!

Tan Shuo’s eyes revealed a trace of fear.

It was Fang Heng again!

Fang Heng was still sitting on the ground like before.

But it was very different from before!

At this moment, the Book of the Dead in Fang Heng’s hand had already formed a vortex that could be seen by the naked eye!

The souls around Fang Heng were frantically rolling towards the Book of the Dead through the vortex!!

“This…”

What the hell!

Tan Shuo’s heart violently twitched.

The blue souls were still trying their best to resist, trying to slow down the speed of being sucked into the Book of the Dead. Meanwhile, the red souls had already sensed the danger and were running as far away from Fang Heng as possible!

As for the white souls, they were completely unable to resist and were directly sucked into the vortex.

At this moment, no one in the hall doubted Fang Heng’s identity as a necromancer.

They looked at Fang Heng with a hint of fear in their eyes.

This monster!

Fang Heng suddenly opened his eyes.

Just half an hour ago, after the basic necromancer skill experience points rapidly increased to Level 10, the current peak level had undergone a qualitative change!

The speed at which the Book of the Dead absorbed souls instantly increased by several times!

Fang Heng quickly realized that due to his high innate talent and the Level 10 basic necromancer level, coupled with the magic array…

With the combination of the three, the speed at which the Book of the Dead absorbed souls had reached a terrifying effect!

This might not be of much use to other players. At most, it would only be able to refresh the level of the Book of the Dead.

However, it was different for Fang Heng.

Even though his basic necromancy level had reached the maximum, he could still continue to increase the number of his necromancy talent!

There was also the time to capture more souls and return them to the prison while wailing!

Taking advantage of this good opportunity…

He had to think of a way to farm them!

Farm the Book of the Dead! Farm the souls in the prison’s wailing room!! Farm the necromancy talent!

If this wave wasn’t full of greed, would he be able to sleep at night?

Fang Heng’s greed flared up again.

He narrowed his eyes, flipped his wrist and turned the Book of the Dead upside down again.

The souls that had just been sucked into the Book of the Dead gushed out crazily again.

After releasing all the souls, Fang Heng turned the Book of the Dead upside down again and began to absorb the souls crazily!

During this period of time, the Book of the Dead in Fang Heng’s hands had also been upgraded to Level 8!

The Level 8 Book of the Dead could seal up to 1,500 souls. It was estimated that it could provide him with about 2 necromancy talent points and about 2,000 experience points from the Book of the Dead.

It was a continuous cycle. For every 1,500 spirits it absorbed, it would take about 7-8 minutes to release them!

Considering that the Book of the Dead could also rapidly increase the level, the increase in talent points could also slightly increase the speed of soul capture…

The efficiency would definitely become higher and higher.

Work! Work! Work!

Fang Heng’s eyes were red as he fiercely grinded all the way.