“Chief Su, since we already know about the plans of the twelve corporations, why don’t we stop them in advance? They will pose a huge threat to the lives of the people.”

Su Shoujiang looked at Guan Ming and paused. Instead of answering, he asked, “Have you heard of the ‘Pure Land Project’?”

Guan Ming raised his eyebrows.

“I’ve heard of this name. Chief Su, what kind of project is this exactly?”

“This project has been prepared for more than 30 years. I’m not sure about the details, but I heard that there have been major changes to this project recently.” Guan Ming stood up from behind his desk.

He picked up his coat that was hanging on his chair and put it on. “The development of the Northern Federation is closely related to the twelve corporations. Over the past few years, the twelve corporations have been expanding their reach, and they have also infiltrated our Eastern Federation.”

“As far as we know, many members of the bureau have been bribed by the twelve corporations. Also, many hidden anti-federation forces will take advantage of this invasion to stir up trouble everywhere.”

“This is a very good opportunity for us to lure the snake out of its hole and take advantage of this opportunity to completely eliminate the hidden dangers in our eastern region.”

“According to the superiors’ instructions, all of this is for the preparation of the Pure Land Project.”

Su Shoujiang walked past Guan Ming as he spoke and patted him on the shoulder. “We’re done with our work. Let’s go and have supper at our usual spot, the 100-year-old lamb restaurant across the street.”

Su Shoujiang took two steps forward and found that Guan Ming was still standing there.

“What? Is there a problem?”

“But…” Guan Ming was still a little worried. “But Brother Su, once the passage between the game and the world is opened, when the monsters invade our Eastern region, a large number of innocent people’s lives might be threatened.”

Su Shoujiang narrowed his eyes.

“Sacrifice is necessary. What we can do is obey and do our best to protect the people. Do you understand?”

Guan Ming’s expression turned serious. He nodded and said, “Yes! Chief!”

“Alright, I have a very important task for you. Come with me. We’ll talk while we eat.”

…

It took five hours to collect a total of 652 souls.

Fang Heng calculated the profits.

His mental strength had not reached its limit yet, but the newly hired players could no longer run. They were all exhausted and sprawled on the ground.

“That’s all for today’s hiring. In an hour, everyone can go to the commission center to settle the additional bonuses. We’ll continue to come here at noon tomorrow. If you’re interested, you can continue to participate.”

Come again tomorrow?

No, no.

He had to rest at home for a day.

Dong Jiachen felt bitter.

After running for a whole afternoon, Dong Jiachen believed that the amount of exercise he had done in a year was no more than this.

His legs were aching so badly that even his feet felt a little wobbly when he walked.

“Next time, next time definitely.”

Watching Dong Jiachen and the other players support each other as they left, Fang Heng rubbed his shoulders and piled more than 40 Books of the Dead on the shelf.

“Fang Heng,” Li Shaoqiang was still a little worried. He looked at Fang Heng and asked, “What should we do next? What should we do with these Books of the Dead?”

“Hey, leave the rest to me. We worked hard for the whole day. Let’s go back first. All of you should rest early today.”

After fooling the worried Li Shaoqiang, Fang Heng pushed the cart back to his room alone.

After closing the door to his room, Fang Heng took a deep breath and rubbed his hands together. He stacked the Books of the Dead together and put them into the space-time jump backpack.

He closed his eyes.

A blood-red magic array appeared under Fang Heng’s feet.

When he opened his eyes again, Fang Heng appeared in the game.

A game hint flashed across his vision.

[Hint: While you were offline, your zombie clones cleared the second basement of the quarantine zone, killing a total of Tier 1 mutated zombie*14,733, Tier 2 mutated zombie*10,764, and Tier 3 mutated zombie*245.]

Not bad, the zombies had cleared out the second floor of the quarantine zone.

After killing so many, they should have dropped a lot of evolution crystals, so it shouldn’t be difficult to gather a hundred Tier 1 evolution crystals.

“Let’s not worry about it for now. I can go and retrieve the evolution crystals when I have the time. It’s better to deal with packaging the soul first.”

While thinking, Fang Heng gave the zombie clones the order to continue searching the third basement, then he returned to the basement of the prison.

The basement had a newly divided area for the zombie factory.

Including the proliferators, 196 zombie clones stood in a row in the empty factory area.

The creation of a soul was not complicated.

Making raw materials required a soul container, which was a specially crafted bottle that could contain a clean soul.

What Fang Heng needed to do was to clear the impurities of the soul, wipe away the remaining consciousness, and then seal it completely into the bottle.

“Let’s give it a try!”

Fang Heng tried to control a zombie clone to walk forward and pick up the Book of the Dead and the bottle on the ground.

[Hint: Your zombie clone is in the process of packaging the soul.]

[Hint: Current success rate of sealing: 43%.]

A long channeling bar appeared on the zombie clone’s head.

It worked!

Seeing the channeling bar start to move slowly, Fang Heng felt that this wave was stable.

It would take about two hours to complete packaging the soul each time, and considering the probability of failure…

Fang Heng rubbed his chin and started to control the zombies to complete the assembly line of packaging the soul.

The troublesome thing was that he had to return to reality and the game every once in a while. He had to bring the Book of the Dead and the bottles needed for packaging back to the prison shelter again and again.

Just as he was thinking about how to increase his efficiency, another game hint flashed across his vision.

[Hint: Your survival radio has received an emergency message.]

Fang Heng opened the emergency communication and had a thought.

He was a little surprised.

It was a message from Old Black.

[Old Black: Fang Heng, congratulations. You still remember this old friend of yours, right? If it’s convenient for you to come out and chat, I’ll be right outside your prison shelter.]

Indeed, it had been a long time since they last met.

It was very rare that Old Black was not involved in the sabotage operation of District 7 by Night Owl.

He couldn’t have fallen out of favor, right?

Fang Heng thought and quickly typed.

[Fang Heng: Give me the coordinates, I’ll be there soon.]

After getting the coordinates, Fang Heng let the zombie clones continue packaging the soul body and rushed toward the coordinates given by Old Black.

….

Not far from the prison, Old Black was sitting on a big rock on the plain.

“Hehe, Fang Heng, how have you been?”

Seeing Fang Heng from afar, Old Black waved and said, “It’s hard to get in touch with you. Have you been busy with Angetas recently?”

“You know a lot.”

Old Black jumped down from the big rock and stood in front of Fang Heng. “Congratulations on getting District 7. There’s something I need your help with.”

“Oh? What is it? Tell me first.”

“Don’t be so serious. It’s just a small matter.”