Wrapping Things up

Fang Heng absorbed the two elementary souls into the Book of the Dead. He looked at Teacher Pu Shi enthusiastically and said, "Teacher Pu Shi, it's you. Why are you here? Is the situation of the seal in the center of the fallen corridor better?"

Pu Shi's mood became worse when he mentioned this.

He stared at Fang Heng with a gloomy face.

"This is a wartime emergency. I need to requisition a portion of your holy water and materials. When we get out, the Necromancer Association will pay you back twice as much."

"Materials? Holy water? Of course. We still have a lot of spare tents and food. We can provide anything that can help."

Fang Heng shrugged. He did not take Pu Shi's stiff tone to heart.

Pu Shi had always had this ugly face which he showed to everyone. He was not targeting anyone.

The only difference was the degree of his ugly face.

From the degree of his ugly face, it was likely that the situation of the seal was not good.