3042 Small World Mission Settlement:
Client: Duan Guyan
Main quest 1: Revenge (3000 points of merit, the completion of the quest depends on Duan Guyan's satisfaction)
Mission Completion: 100%
Reward: 3000 merit points
Main quest 2: Revitalize Duan's clan
Mission Completion: 100%
Reward: 3000 merit points
After the task was completed, the host stayed in the small world No. 3042 for a total of 33 years, deducting 660 points of merit.
Additional Rewards for Examination Division:
The host stayed in Small World No. 3042 for 33 years, subdued or eliminated 10 Specter Ghosts in total, and rewarded 2,000 points of merit.
The host stayed in the small world of No. 3042 for 33 years, using the escape technique 40 times in total, deducting 200 points of merit.
Help Duan to develop diabetes medicine, anticancer medicine... Save millions of people from fire and water, and reward 120,000 points of merit.
Interfering with the small world process of No. 3042 will deduct 116,000 merit points.
Total: 11140 merit points.
Immediately afterwards, the display interface turned.
Name: Meng Zezhi
Age: 477+33
Charisma: 123
Soul Strength: 1695
IQ: 290
Merit: 109265+11140
Skills: Physics (entry into the room), mathematics (entry into the room), chemistry (first glimpse into the room), biology (entry into the room), Taoism (first entry into the room), medicine (entry into the room)
Achievements: No. 6323 Top Ten Outstanding Physicists in Small World, No. 4762 Top Ten Famous Mathematicians in Small World, No. 284 One Emperor in Small World, No. 7528 Land God of Salvation in the Middle World (pseudo), No. 1530 Small World TCM Master, No. 323 No. Small world generation Mingjun
Just listen to the system say: "Congratulations to the host, you have successfully completed the assessment task."
"Thank you." Meng Zezhi said sincerely, he clenched his fists, and he couldn't contain his excitement. He finally turned his back on himself and the person he was about to meet.
"Since the host has completed the assessment task, the system should also retire."
Meng Zezhi was stunned for a moment. After all, the system had been with him for more than 400 years, and his heart was slightly warm: "Thank you."
"It should be." The system said.
"Please, host, get ready—"
Meng Zezhi took a breath.
"Reclaiming system space—"
Meng Zezhi saw darkness in front of him, and the surroundings were quiet.
The mechanical sound of the system came from the darkness: "Unbinding the system..."
"The teleportation link is being established, the destination, Fengdu City, Cao Li Si Yamen."
"goodbye!"
Meng Zezhi only felt his body light up, and his whole body plummeted downward. Time stood still in the darkness, and he subconsciously held his breath.
I don't know how long it took, but the speed of the fall suddenly slowed down, and the moment his feet landed, he opened his eyes.
The world has a voice again, and the distracted eyes begin to focus.
"This is-"
Meng Zezhi looked around, he was clearly in an elevator now.
Only a ding sound was heard, and the elevator door opened.
He calmed down a little, raised his feet and walked out.
A young woman wearing a hippocampus came towards her. She asked, "Hello, is this Meng Zezhi?"
"Hello." Meng Zezhi nodded, "I am."
The young woman said, "I'm Song Wanmiao, the head of the Jiupin Division of the Office of Cao Li, and I'm in charge of your induction."
"Then I'll trouble you." Meng Zezhi said politely.
"No trouble." Song Wanmiao said with a smile, "Please come with me."
She took Meng Zezhi through a long corridor.
There were blue sky and white clouds overhead, and the sky was clear for thousands of miles. There were almost no high-rise buildings nearby, and the architectural style tended to be the official buildings of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. For a moment, Meng Zezhi thought that he was not in the underworld, but ancient times.
Just as Meng Zezhi was looking around, Song Wanmiao had already introduced it: "Our Fengdu residents are mainly divided into three types, one is the officials of the underworld and their families, the other is due to premature death and has not yet reached the end of his life. After the yin life, the ghosts who have to wait until the yin life is exhausted can be reincarnated.
"Feng has its own currency system. New ghosts can take the offerings burned by Yang Shi's relatives to the pawnshops to buy them, or they can use their merits to exchange them at the Finance Department. A little merit can be exchanged for one hundred ghost coins."
"Fengdu is overcrowded all the year round, so the price is not generally high. The average house price is 61,000 square meters. If you rent a house, in a slightly better location, the monthly rent is at least 10,000 yuan."
Song Wanmiao obviously read Meng Zezhi's materials: "You are new here, and you don't have any relatives in Fengdu, so I suggest you apply for an official residence after joining the job, which is equivalent to a staff dormitory. The rent of the official residence is only a quarter of that outside. one… "
Merit is a good thing, and it is natural to save it if it can be saved.
Just as he was talking, the selection hall arrived.
The antique hall, which is about 100 square meters, has a row of counters at the innermost side. The words such as newcomer, ninth grade, seventh grade and so on are written on the top of the counter.
It happened that there was no one in front of the newcomer counter, so Song Wanmiao walked over with Meng Zezhi directly.
The clerk asked, "Name?"
"Meng Zezhi."
The staff picked up the scanner at hand and glanced at Meng Zezhi's face, and then the manipulator clicked the mouse on the screen, as if to confirm Meng Zezhi's identity: "The official position assigned to you is the land secretary. Zhengqi quality inspection school, if you accept the appointment, please report to the land department within three days."
As she spoke, she handed Meng Zezhi an entry form stamped with the seal of Cao Lisi.
As the name suggests, the Land Division is the department in charge of the land gods of the three thousand worlds.
Then she took out another card: "This is your identification."
Meng Zezhi took it over and took a look. The card had a series of numbers and a few large characters on the Fengdu card.
Not to mention, it's pretty advanced.
Coming out of the selection hall, Song Wanmiao looked envious: "As expected, it was selected by the Examination Division, and the first-time official is the seventh grade."
"Ok?"
Song Wanmiao explained: "You probably don't know that there are three methods for recruiting officials in the Fengdu Underworld. One is to ascend in the world, the other is to recruit Cao officials, and the third is to select and send officials."
"Cao Lisi is recruited every 50 years. If you pass the exam, you can be granted an eighth-rank official position. People like us who have risen from the big world can only start from the lowest level."
Who told them to practice against the sky, and most of them had human lives on their hands, the underworld could only use harsh conditions to force back most of the arrogant cultivators.
"I see."
"By the way," Song Wanmiao asked, "Are you going to report directly to the Land Department now?"
"Go directly to the land director."
With that said, the two walked out of the gate of Cao Lisi.
As if aware of something, Meng Zezhi raised his head and looked forward.
Under the shadow wall stood a young man, in a white shirt and black slacks, with pale skin and pink lips, indescribably beautiful.
Meng Zezhi's breathing was a little short, and he looked back at Song Wanmiao: "I don't need to trouble you now, I'll invite you to dinner another day, and my friend will come to me."
After speaking, he strode towards the young man.
Song Wanmiao was stunned for a moment, she came back to her senses, and just about to speak, after seeing the appearance of the young man, she instantly lost her voice.
Meng Zezhi stood in front of the young man, his eyes burning hot.
"Cough cough." Jian Zichen was a little uncomfortable. He looked away from Meng Zezhi and said softly, "I'll accompany you to the Land Office first to report."
Meng Zezhi said, "Okay."
He was speechless all the way, and when he arrived at the place, the official in charge of receiving Meng Zezhi saw Jian Zichen following him, and immediately stood up and called out Jian Zuo Ling.
Zuo Ling is the first division and the third in command, the third grade, and the seventy-two divisions of the Fengdu Underworld. Each division has no less than a thousand officials. Zuo Ling is a high-ranking official in the actual sense.
Meng Zezhi knew something.
With Jian Zichen staring at him, the entry procedures will be completed soon.
The official in charge of reception handed him an iron plate: "This is your identity plate. You have five days to deal with chores, and you will officially go to work in five days."
Officials of the seventh grade are paid on a single holiday, with a monthly salary of 500 merit points, double salary at the end of the year, and a term of office of 50 years.
After all, it was not much different from the merits Meng Zezhi earned when he did the task.
"By the way, do you need to apply for an official residence?" the official in charge of reception asked kindly.
Jian Zichen pursed the corners of his lips.
Meng Zezhi retracted the corner of his eye: "No need."
Jian Zichen felt slightly relieved.
After coming out of the land director, Meng Zezhi frowned slightly: "I still have to find a place to live."
As the Adam's apple rolled up and down, Jian Zichen said, "My house is quite spacious, and it's not far from the land office."
"Yeah." Meng Zezhi replied.
Then Jian Zichen took Meng Zezhi home.
He lived in a small two-entry yard next to the inspector general.
Jian Zichen lives alone, and there are many empty rooms at home, but he doesn't know how to speak.
Meng Zezhi sighed in his heart, he walked over, hugged him, and said, "I should be the one who should be uneasy, why are you more uneasy than me?"
Jian Zichen looked up at him.
"I'm too happy to be taken care of by Shangguan." Meng Zezhi said with a chuckle.
He knew what Jian Zichen was worried about, but the difference in their identities was a bit big, and he was afraid that he would have grudges in his heart.
To follow Jian Zichen foolishly into so many worlds, Meng Zezhi couldn't do anything like this, otherwise it would be a lot of disappointment.
He is not Zuo Bowen, he is in the midst of happiness and does not know happiness.
Jian Zichen's heart was slightly warm, and he aimed at Meng Zezhi's lips and raised his head to print it.
As he breathed, he felt that the vacancy in his heart had finally been filled.
This was probably the happiest day of his life.
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Meng Zezhi: My wife is so cute, how could she be willing to let her down.
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