Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

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Tan Shuo stared at Fang Heng, who was constantly making such ineffective actions.

He felt that there must be something wrong with Fang Heng.

What exactly was Fang Heng trying to do?

If it were any other ordinary person who did what Fang Heng did, Tan Shuo would not pay as much attention as he did now.
He would only think that Fang Heng was here to be

funny.

However, Fang Heng was different.

He was the ruthless person who had completed the main storyline of District 8 of the Zombie Apocalypse in just a few months!

Tan Shuo was a little confused.

“Idiot! Don’t think about him! This is a once-in-a-half-year opportunity.
Use this time to gain experience!”

Tan Shuo cursed himself for being an idiot in his heart.

He tried his best to restrain himself from thinking about Fang Heng.
He turned around and continued to absorb the Book of the Dead.

Fang Heng sat cross-legged on the ground.
When he saw Tan Shuo retract his gaze, he let out a sigh of relief and continued to absorb the weak souls in the Wailing Hall.

After collecting the ninth Book of the Dead, Fang Heng looked around.

While everyone was focused, he put the nine Books of the Dead that were basically filled with souls into his backpack.
Then, he placed the remaining Books of the Dead in front of him and slowly closed his eyes.

Under the illumination of the large-scale magic array, the magic array under Fang Heng’s feet was also covered by the light.

When he opened his eyes again, Fang Heng had already returned to the prison during game time.

He immediately took out the Book of the Dead that was stored in his backpack from the warp backpack slot and released the sealed souls one by one.

Then, Fang Heng closed his eyes and left the game to return to the real world.

More than twenty hours later.

After almost a day of soul absorption and soul devouring, the spirits of the necromancers were a little tired.

Tan Shuo had just finished devouring an angry spirit.
He was prepared to meditate like the other scholars and adjust his spirit.

Suddenly, a thought appeared in his mind uncontrollably.

Fang Heng?

How is Fang Heng now?

As Tan Shuo thought about it, he subconsciously turned around and looked at Fang Heng

Eh?

Tan Shuo frowned again.
His skill level had increased?

So fast?

Compared to 20 hours ago, Fang Heng’s speed of collecting souls had obviously increased!

Fang Heng was holding the Book of the Dead with one hand.
Normal souls were lining up around him as Fang Heng absorbed the Book of the Dead into his hand.

The efficiency had doubled compared to 20 hours ago!

After absorbing the full Book of the Dead, Fang Heng turned the Book of the Dead upside down and began to release the souls he had just absorbed.

“Huh?”

What was this operation?

Tan Shuo was dumbfounded again.

If he was not mistaken, Fang Heng should be grinding the level of the Book of the Dead, right?

But…

Was there a need?

There was something even stranger.

Tan Shuo rubbed his eyes.
He remembered that Fang Heng had only brought two stacks of books in earlier, right? Why was there a total of four stacks beside him now?

Fang Heng noticed that Tan Shuo was looking back at him and nodded at him.

He was also a little troubled now.

The plan was perfect.

Continuously capturing souls from the real world, and then releasing all the souls in the wailing room of the game world.

And so on and so forth.

After getting used to the operation, the whole movement was smooth and smooth.
It only took less than half a minute to easily complete the entire process of entering and exiting the game.

But the problem still came.

The cooldown time of the warp backpack caught Fang Heng a little unprepared.
Every time he brought the Book of the Dead into the game, he would release the souls from the Book of the Dead, and then he would bring the Book of the Dead out of the game.

It took four hours to go back and forth!