Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game



Li Qingran asked, "How is it? Any ideas? If I'm not wrong, Teacher Dickey is already helping you find Punoze's coordinates. If you focus on necromancy, Punoze would be a good choice."

"Yes, Punoze. If there's a chance, I'll definitely go take a look."

Fang Heng nodded.

He now had a total of 48 binding coordinates.

The problem was not the lack of locations, but the lack of teleportation points.

If he went to the main camp of the necromancy, Punoze, Teacher Dickey would be there to help pave the way, so it wouldn't be a problem for him to find an opportunity to master the study of necromancy.

If he wanted to increase his cultivation speed, the elementary game was no longer suitable. The intermediate-level game, Punoze, was a good choice.

Li Qingran was in a better mood when she saw Fang Heng agree readily.

She thought that Fang Heng was willing to continue developing his studies in necromancy, so she smiled and said, "That's great. Instructor Dickey has always hoped that you would specialize in the study of necromancy. He will be very happy to know your choice."

"What about the others?" Fang Heng continued to ask, "Is there any other way to obtain the coordinates of other game worlds?"

"Other way?" Li Qingran frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "It's not easy. Under normal circumstances, it's very difficult to obtain the coordinates of the world boundary. The circulation is not high either. Most of the coordinates are triggered through mission mode and cannot be traded."

"The black market might have it, but the black market isn't very reliable. The things traded in the black market are also very likely to cause trouble. If you have a good relationship with the Federation, you can ask them."

Li Shaoqiang and Tan Shuo had just instructed the people from the Federation to load the Books of the Dead that were piled up in the corner. When they returned, they heard the two of them discussing the Federation.

Tan Shuo said, "Mr. Fang, the Central Federation holds a large-scale offline auction every month. It's a very formal channel. It's scheduled to be held in the next few days. I'll ask around. If you need it, we can get you some admission tickets."

"Oh? The Central Federation organized it?"

Fang Heng thought that this was not bad.

He had never heard of such an auction before, so there was probably a threshold to enter.

If he took some time to go to the auction, he might be able to obtain more world coordinates. At that time, he would have more choices.

At the same time, Tang Mingyue was still trying to get some benefits from the trial of the barbarian race. Some of the high-level goods could be sold at the auction to be exchanged for King of Gods' points.

"Sorry to trouble you. Help me get a few tickets. I might go and take a look when I'm free."

"Don't be so polite. It's no trouble at all."

Li Qingran continued, "By the way, the hall of the dead reopened two days ago. Our Necromancer Association has a dedicated trading platform in the hall. You can try your luck there. There's also the library on the third floor. You might be able to find some information there."

"Okay, I'll remember it."

Fang Heng nodded.

He would go to the hall of the dead and the library to take a look after collecting the resources this time.

At the same time, he also wanted to see if he could find any information related to the transplanting of the sacred tree in the library.

The team rested for a while. When the Federation escort team moved the Books of the Dead onto the cart that they had prepared in advance and prepared to move it, everyone began to return the way they came.

The necromancy mages continued to pour their mental strength into the alchemy stone slab, relying on the spatial rift to infuse the aura of the death realm.

The whole process was organized. 

When the team was about to reach the exit, Li Qingran, who was walking at the front of the team, noticed something. She raised her hand and signaled for the team to stop moving.

A few figures appeared in the pitch-black aura of the death realm in front of them, lining up in a row to block the passage.

The person's entire body was hidden under the black robe, and even his head was covered by the hood, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

The necromancy attendants.

They seemed to be immune to the influence of the aura of the death realm.

The necromancy attendant standing in the middle held a gray box in his hand and slowly walked toward them.

"Respected scholar."

The necromancy attendant's voice was low and respectful.

Li Qingran asked, "What is it?" 

The necromancy attendant handed over the box with both hands.

"When Mr. Pu Shi learned that you were cleaning up the aura of the death realm in the fallen corridor, he asked us to hand it to you personally. He hopes that you can enter the death realm crevice and charge the ghost box."

Li Qingran frowned and looked at the necromancy attendant.

"Did the teacher say anything else?"

"Mr. Pu Shi asked you to bring the ghost box to him immediately after you're done charging. It's urgent."

"Alright, tell Teacher that I'll rush back immediately after I'm done collecting them."

The necromancy attendants nodded and turned to leave, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Li Qingran turned to Fang Heng and said, "Fang Heng, there's something on the teacher's side. I have to go to the central hall of the fallen corridor. That's the place closest to the aura of the death realm. I need your help."

"Alright."

Fang Heng readily agreed.

After all, Li Qingran had taken good care of him after he came to the Necromancer Association. Instructor Pu Shi had also given him a big gift.

However, Fang Heng was more curious about the box in Li Qingran's hands.

"Is it urgent? What is it?"

"I'm not sure. I might have to go to Punoze personally next. I might not be around for a few days."

"Alright."

Fang Heng saw that Li Qingran was unwilling to say more, so he stopped asking.

It was best to keep a low profile and not cause trouble.

Everyone changed their direction and returned to the central hall of the fallen corridor.

Soon, Fang Heng followed the team into the central hall.

The hall was filled with the dense aura of the death realm.

A dark crack appeared in the center, and a large amount of aura continuously seeped out from the small crack. Black lightning flashed around it.

The death realm crevice!

It looked like a tiny crack the size of a needle tip, but it brought great trouble to the entire Necromancer Association.

The gray box in Li Qingran's hands gradually turned black under the high concentration of the aura of the death realm.

"Spread out and protect me. I need to absorb the aura of the death realm."

"Alright."

Under the protection of the necromancers, Li Qingran slowly walked toward the death realm crevice.

Fang Heng looked at Li Qingran and clearly sensed that the box in her hand had undergone some special changes.

Although he kept telling himself not to cause trouble, he could not help but be curious.

A box?

What was it used for?

Is it related to the death realm crevice?

As he thought about it, Fang Heng's gaze shifted to the crack in the death realm in the middle of the hall.

The crack in the middle of the fallen corridor was the end.

After the aura of the death realm erupted, the Necromancer Association used a method from the outside to the inside. They sealed the aura of the death realm step by step and slowly repaired the damaged magic array.

Suddenly, Fang Heng's heart moved at the crack in the center of the hall of the dead.

The reflection of the crack appeared in his pupils.