Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

Department of Internal Affairs, Department of Taxation.

"Mrs. Xi told you that the loss to the platform was unexpected, so it won't be counted on you, sir, so—" The adult who was sitting across the table and was in charge of accounting was clattering his abacus with one hand while the other was still persistent. The brush kept recording on the file, "200 million merits for the main room, 50 merits for the left and right side rooms, and 80 merits for the east and west wing rooms, 50 merits for the second entrance corridor and the vertical flower gate, 150 merits for the inverted room, and [-] merits for the gatehouse. [-] million merits in the back room..."

Seeing her pause, covering up and just about to speak, the adult just turned a blank page and continued to write: "...plus the garden layout, house display, furniture and utensils, and the miscellaneous expenses of the engineering department, the total Nine million ninety-nine thousand merits."

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine million?" After listening to it patiently, Qinghe couldn't help but raise his brows, and said amusedly, "Master Liu, why don't you just hand over the pile of ruins to me, and I'll sell them in the world so that I can buy a belt." There may still be a lot left of the big other courtyard of the hot spring.”

The Liu Qingyao whose name was called Master Liu looked away from the file, smiled at Bi Qinghe, and said politely: "It will take three days and three nights to clean up the ruins, and I don't know how long it will take to pack them up What year and month is it, time waits for no one, and we dare not neglect, not to mention you still have to work on errands, naturally it is more convenient to live in the Heavenly Court."

After that, her sallow fingers fiddled with the abacus again, and then said: "For the sake of not staying for a day, I will wipe off the odds for you. The total is 90 million merits."

Covered up and remained silent for a moment: "...can you just build me a concierge?"

"My lord was joking, the temples are all unified courtyards with three entrances." Liu Qingyao smiled.

"Which courtyard has a space in the middle that is big enough for horse racing, and the outside of the house is painted with gold paint?"

"It's the way it is stipulated. If you don't like it, you can ask the Ministry of Industry to change it to another style." Liu Qingyao smiled, folded her hands, put them on the table, and said, "I think you are a new style." Officer Jinxian, we discussed with the Ministry of Industry, so that you don't have to pay in one lump sum, you can pay as much as you earn, what do you think?"

It's really a person who is wandering in the rivers and lakes and can't help himself. It seems that this appointment is a strong buy and sell that he can't escape.

Covering his face, he took a deep breath of fresh air, his chest was full, and exhaled again and again, barely purifying the bad breath approaching his throat, and whispered as softly as possible: "I got six Only by not eating, drinking, or wearing clothes for a quarter can you save the merit of a wing room..."

Hearing this, Liu Qingyao seemed a little embarrassed, and stretched out his hand to fiddle with the abacus a few times, and said: "You can also choose to pay in advance salary and quarterly rewards, I calculated it for you, about 120 four in advance Quarters are enough, and in conversion... it’s only 31 years.”

"Four quarters of 120, 31 years..." Covering Qinghe and almost being laughed at by these numbers, he snorted with a smile on his face, and said coldly, "During these 31 years, you will not Is the price going up?"

Liu Qingyao said solemnly: "That's the decision of the superior, those of us who do things can't say for sure."

Yan Qinghe: "..."

"There is a different way." Seeing him like this, Liu Qingyao kindly pointed out a clear way, "The Jixiang Division always has scattered errands assigned from various divisions in the heaven, and they are rewarded with merit. Rich, you can pick it up to earn some extra money."

The Heavenly Court uses salary as the basic remuneration for the immortal officials, supplemented by various tasks that the immortal officials can freely accept. However, due to the unbalanced prayers received by each immortal official, tasks pile up from time to time. Xiangke is a special place to assign overwhelmed tasks to Dekong Immortal Officials.

However, meritorious rewards with clearly marked prices are not contested by anyone, and even reduced to the task of paying a lot of money. Most of them are extremely difficult, extremely painful, and extremely dangerous things-such as covering up and going to the lower realm at this moment. ——Send a congratulatory gift and a case file to the newly promoted ghost king of the ghost world on behalf of the heavenly court.

The ghost kings of the ghost world in the past dynasties have always been held by dead people, who are full of evil spirits and resentment. If so, the heavenly officials who are worried about being infected with ghosts will not want to go. For a real person, for some reason, no one dared to take on this job. It was really strange that the mission file was still in the accounting department until it was advertised by the red head, and the salary rose to a price of 50 merits.

It's not that he has no worries, but as long as he completes this simple task, he can get 50 merits, 50 merits!Earn enough for a wing room in one go, so why not do it.

It only takes three blinks of an eye to go from the heaven to the human world. In the first blink of an eye, he is still in the heavenly court. In the second blink of an eye, he sees the dazzling magic circle of the North Tianmen Gate. In the blink of an eye, he arrives in the human world. It is so dark that he almost thinks he is blind. eyes.

To tell you the truth, you can cover your eyes and have some night blindness.

He closed his eyes, turned around for a while, and then opened them again to get used to the dim light. He raised his head and saw the bright moon among the clouds, and vaguely recognized the direction, it was about the fourth watch.

I'm afraid it came at a bad time.

It's just that just as there is no night in the heaven, there is no day in the ghost world, so the ghost king should still be awake.

Covering Qinghe's thoughts, he took out a jet-black candle from his sleeve—it was a token that he had received from the relative planning department before he left, and was used to contact the ghost king.

He snapped his fingers lightly on the wax-soaked cotton rope, and the flame ignited from his fingers and spread to the cotton rope. The flame was burning, and a thick mist was dispersed in an instant.

When the fog was so thick, it was hard to see the hem of the clothes around his legs. It was the first time for Bi Qinghe to use this candle, and it was also the first time he saw this posture. He was thinking about how to speak, so he listened from the fog. A sentence came: "Who is it? What is it?"

There are colorful clouds for sending messages in the heavens, and there is a fog of communication in the ghost world. The colorful clouds read words, and the fog hears sounds. At this moment, surrounded by thick fog, the voice is low, like a person whispering in the ear, and the fog is like a closeness exhaled by a person. , Hitting the pinna, but itching all the way to the heart.

Cover Qinghe shuddered silently, and stuttered for no reason when he spoke again: "Nah, I'm bothering you, and cover Qinghe, I was sent by the Heavenly Court to congratulate the new Ghost King on his appointment—"

But before he finished speaking, the voice interrupted him: "I don't have time now, let's go another day."

The effect created by the fog always echoes, and the person on the other side of the dense fog seems to be impatient. As soon as the voice fell, the flame of the black wax in the mask and hand was extinguished immediately, and a wisp of blue smoke rose feebly. It also dissipated, and the echo stopped abruptly, and the conversation was unilaterally cut off by someone.

Mask Qinghe: ...

He originally thought that his temper was impatient enough and hard to talk enough, but he didn't expect that the person he met today could even disregard the basic etiquette and shame, and he really met an opponent.

If that person is the new ghost king of the ghost world, then no wonder no one is willing to take the job advertised by the red head; if that person is just a subordinate of the new ghost king, but he is also so rampant, then no wonder no one is willing to take this job It's an errand worth 50 merits.

It's a pity that things still need to be done, and merits still need to be earned, so Jian Qinghe could only scold the ignorant person eight hundred times in his heart, and then swallowed the anger.

Now in the fourth night, there is already a curfew in the city and no one can go in and out. After being shut down in the ghost world, he can only find a place to settle down in the wilderness outside the city, and wait for dawn before visiting.

But who would have thought that the next day, I covered myself up and lit candles to invite people, and the reply was still "not available", and it was the same at night on the same day.I thought I would be able to go back to the heaven after a delay of at most one more day, but on the next third, fourth, and fifth day, the replies I received and concealed all came from the same person, with the same cold "no null".

Seeing that only half of the original palm-length black wax was burned, and there were rats visiting the abandoned temple where he was temporarily staying, the mask Qinghe who dared not enter the city for the safety of ordinary people was really dizzy, so he lit it for the sixth time. In the fog of communication, before the person on the other side of the fog opened his mouth, he yelled: "Mu Ziyun, you uncle!! Why are you such a mother-in-law? If you want to see it, you will see it, and if you don't see it, you will pull it down. I don't have time to fight with you here!" Tai Chi!!"

Mu Ziyun is the new ghost king in the ghost world, and Qinghe knew it, and the ghost king called that person before, which really gave him enough face.

The cold beauty cursed heartily at nothingness without any image. The echoes created by the abandoned temple seemed to be louder than the thick fog, one after another, as if people could not get in the conversation.

But the person on the other side of the thick fog was surprisingly good-tempered today, not only did not interrupt the furious beauty cursing the street, but changed his normal routine after listening to him swearing, and then replied with a meaningful sentence: "No time, tomorrow."

Tomorrow, tomorrow, your grandma!

Covering Qinghe understood why no one was willing to take on this job, let out a vicious "Pooh", gritted his teeth and shook off the black wax in his hand, stuffed it in his sleeves indiscriminately, and sat down on the floor with the hem of his clothes lifted, intending to I made a magic circle and went straight to the ghost world, no matter what kind of etiquette, righteousness and shame, and what ghost messengers I waited for, I threw the things I wanted to give in the face of the dog who didn't know what to do and went back to the heaven.

The magic circle from the world to the ghost world is not difficult to draw, not to mention that the wilderness is quite dark, even if he draws it with his heels, he can directly fall to the gate of the ghost palace.

Holding his breath in his heart, he was concentrating on deducing the details of the magic circle, but suddenly he heard the sound of a gust of wind coming from the broken window of the temple, but the rags beside the bed were completely unmoved. Something is wrong.

——Could it be a ghost.

Covering Qing and sitting upright, he just stood up, and was about to go to the window to have a look, when he heard a burst of "da da da da" footsteps in the silence, very brisk and slightly anxious.

He stood still at the front door of the main hall, and heard footsteps coming all the way from the east side of the main hall, drove half a circle around the main hall of the temple, and finally stopped abruptly at the door, and the owner of the footsteps did not make any disguise, just Face to face with him so generously.

"Ah!!!!!!!!! Mmmmm—"

"Certainly."

is a woman.

And it was a woman who was frightened and screamed loudly. The ear-piercing screams echoed in the hall, causing her to cover up and her head to buzz. her mouth.