Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game Novel - Chapter 1580
1580 Return
He returned to the real world once again.
Fang Heng lay on the bed and looked at the pure white ceiling.
The biggest gain of this trip was that he had figured out the demonic seed hidden in his body.
However, the number of troublesome points on his body did not decrease. Instead, they increased.
There was still half a year left for the pollution of the Tongues of Jealousy and if he did not do anything, the pollution would completely devour him.
Death!
Fang Heng took a deep breath and quickly calculated.
This time, he was tricked by Viona.
He definitely had to get back at her.
Therefore, it was likely that he and the Holy Court would fall out with each other.
The Holy Court would not let him off anyway.
One step at a time.
In short, he had to think of a way to transplant the sacred tree and solve his problem.
He would put the matter of Watts aside for a while.
Realizing that he was about to go to war with the Holy Court, Fang Heng felt a sense of urgency.
With that in mind, he immediately took out his phone and sent a message to Tan Shuo, asking him to recruit some people to help him enter the fallen corridor.
Tan Shuo immediately replied with a ‘shocked’ emoji.
“Mr. Fang, you’re back? There are rumors that you are trapped in Punoze. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay, remember to keep it a secret.”
The other party hesitated for a moment before replying, “Sorry, my identity is special. The higher-ups have emphasized it several times and asked us to pay attention to your situation. If there’s any news, I have to report it immediately.”
“Yes, just keep it a secret from the outside world.”
Fang Heng shrugged.
His identity had already been exposed in the high-level game world.
It was only a matter of time before outsiders knew that he was free.
He needed to transplant the sacred tree Abe Akaya back to the Zombie Apocalypse before the news was completely leaked.
At that time, there would be no more worries.
“No problem. I promise to keep my mouth shut.”
“Go and make the arrangement.”
After sending the message, Fang Heng contacted Mo Jiawei and found that he was still in the game, so he left him a message.
A wave of sleepiness hit him.
Ever since he entered the high-level game world, Watts, he had been working non-stop. No matter how energetic Fang Heng was, he could not take it anymore.
Take a nap.
When the transplant was over, he would sleep until the sky was dark!
Fang Heng set the alarm and fell asleep.
…
After a few hours of nap, Fang Heng felt slightly better, so he quickly got up to look for Tan Shuo and Li Shaoqiang.
During this period of time, Tan Shuo had been busy with his business in the Necromancer Association.
After the Book of the Dead had been upgraded, he could earn a wave of Necromancer Association points by selling it.
He had finally paid off the debt he owed outside and earned a small sum of money to redeem the assets he had previously lost.
After that, he listened to Fang Heng’s arrangements and exchanged all the points that Fang Heng had earned for nutrient potions for cultivating plants.
Tan Shuo was still wondering why Fang Heng would suddenly start a business in natural science.
Previously, Mo Jiawei had bought a piece of land in the suburbs outside the Necromancer Association and transformed it into a villa. The eight boxes of potions they had purchased were piled there.
Now, Fang Heng suddenly said that he wanted to go to the fallen corridor?
Why were they totally not related?
However, Tan Shuo couldn’t contact Fang Heng, so he could only go and find them.
Tan Shuo and Li Shaoqiang were waiting in the assembly hall outside the fallen corridor with three teams of hired players.
Fang Heng was wearing the accessories of a necromancy attendant and a deep hood to cover his face as he entered the assembly hall.
He saw Tan Shuo and the others walking straight toward him.
“Is everyone ready?”
Tan Shuo heard Fang Heng’s voice and immediately straightened his body.
“Don’t worry about the things you have designated for me. They are all done.”
Tan Shuo pulled Fang Heng aside and asked him quietly, “Mr. Fang, why do you need so many people? All of them had to enter the fallen corridor together? What are we doing inside? The people you want are all elementary and mid-level scholars. It will be difficult for them to enter the central area of the fallen corridor.”
The fallen corridor was still in a state of re-cultivation, and there was still a small portion of the aura of the death realm that had not been completely transformed.
Recently, quite a number of people had accepted related missions from the Necromancer Association and entered the depths to carry out restoration work.
It wasn’t exactly dangerous.
However, their team’s strength was limited. It was very likely that they would encounter a high-level vengeful spirit halfway. If they could not defeat it, they would have to run back and waste their time.
“Yes, there are still some matters to deal with in the fallen corridor. It’s okay, the team is strong enough.”
“Huh?”
“Let’s go first. You’ll know after you enter.”
Fang Heng whispered into Tan Shuo’s ear.
Tan Shuo was dumbfounded when he heard that. He quickly walked back and called over the 30 or so elementary and mid-level necromancers he had hired. They brought their ‘weapons’ and entered the fallen corridor.
What Fang Heng wanted to do was a little troublesome.
He decided to use the vampires’ teleportation passage in the middle of the fallen corridor to move the Phoenix Firs back from the Vampire Apocalypse to the real world.
The death aura fluctuations in the fallen corridor could conceal the fluctuations brought by the vampire’s teleportation array very well and avoid causing trouble.
Fang Heng had asked Mo Jiawei about it before. The seal inside the fallen corridor had been completed, but a large part of the area had been damaged and needed to be rebuilt. Therefore, a lot of tools, equipment, and even soil and gravel materials were transported inside.
He could find an opportunity to get out.
A large group of people entered the fallen corridor.
The staff member responsible for guarding the entrance of the fallen corridor was a little stunned when he saw a group of students holding all kinds of hammers, metal plates, rollers, nails, and other equipment as they prepared to enter the fallen corridor aggressively.
What was this?
Demolition?
What could there be in the fallen corridor?
A few high-level staff members of the Necromancer Association were stunned for a moment before they reacted and stopped Tan Shuo and the rest. They said. “So many people? What are you doing here? The fallen hall is currently not open to the public. All those who enter need to pass an assessment…”
Tan Shuo walked up with a smile and explained, “Seniors, it’s like this…”
Fang Heng hid in the crowd and observed secretly.
Previously, he was worried that he would encounter an elder at the entrance who would not let him in. Now that he saw that there was no elder, he was instantly relieved.
Let Tan Shuo handle it.
He could use his identity as part of the Federation to avoid trouble and directly sneak in.
Fang Heng was watching from the side as Tan Shuo and the staff were arguing. From the corner of his eye, he saw Li Qingran, who was frowning after being lured over by two apprentices. His eyes lit up.
Li Qingran was here too?
It seemed like she was still in charge.
That would be even easier!
Fang Heng walked to Li Qingran’s side and whispered, “Senior, why are you here? Where’s Teacher Pu Shi?”
Li Qingran didn’t notice Fang Heng, who was dressed as a necromancy attendant, in the crowd until she saw him blocking her way.
Fang Heng?
Li Qingran’s eyes flashed with surprise.
“Did you bring these people?”
D*mn, she had just heard that a group of students had brought tools to the fallen corridor to demolish it. She felt that it was strange and hurriedly came over to check on the situation.
Seeing that it was Fang Heng, she suddenly felt that it was quite normal.
So it was Fang Heng.
That was right.
There was something wrong with logic.
