Shi Qingqing thought about it and decided that she could accept this task. Anyway, she could use it to vent her anger. However, what made her a little helpless was that as soon as this task was transferred to the system, the number of tasks increased.
"Ding, Death is Coming. The mission has started. The first level: five hundred cultivators. The second level: five thousand cultivators. The third level: ten thousand cultivators. The fourth level: fifty thousand cultivators. The fifth level: ten
Thousands of cultivators. Tip: Turn on cultivator coordinate positioning, and there will be an additional 10,000 cultivators."
Qingqing complained: "System, you have gone too far. This donkey has been ridden too much, right?"
"Ding, the rewards are also quite rich, including source power, wealth, and various powers..."
Qingqing complained: "Stop, it's of no use to me, it's all hers." The system was speechless, and she added another blow: "The key is, are you sure I can draw out 120,000 cultivators?" The system directly sent out 6
That's a bit sloppy. It just focused on the task and didn't check whether the bottom position was sufficient.
Qingqing smiled unkindly, and sure enough, she complained again: "Don't tell me, you also have an assessment, what's the matter, just send out the task and then find that there are not enough people? Ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho ho."
"Ding, don't worry, once this system arrives, we will definitely give you all the codes. Let's start your venting journey."
This wave of operations left Qingqing speechless, so let's just do this for now. She called the local black and white Wuchang with the judge's pen. She thought about it and said: "I'm going to start a solo mission here, and the real version of the God of Death is coming, so find me some
Any footman or evil spirit can do it. He specializes in killing people. It would be even more perfect if he could know the criminal laws of hell and so on." Looking at Bai Wuchang's mouth opening and closing, she said again: "I have internal hearing and can communicate.
Used to write.”
Bai Wuchang quickly condensed a question with his black energy: "Please tell me specifically what you want to do, so that we can provide you with manpower."
Qingqing said: "Well, in principle, those who want to seduce are all practitioners." She paused and asked the system: "Wait, let's talk about it, do you want your body?"
"Ding, I can dispose of the corpses myself and ask those people to suck their blood and souls."
Qingqing wondered: "Will this prevent the myth from being lost?"
"Ding, after judging, the unlucky ones should be the myths of other countries. They like to hear and see, and they like to hear and see."
Qingqing felt speechless again, so she gave the answer to the two ghosts: "Well, the requirements are: familiar with the rules of hell, able to serve around the clock, and the welfare is the blood and soul of the deceased. The other thing is to be absolutely obedient, otherwise even they will be the same.
Procession of food.”
Black and white Wuchang nodded and disappeared directly. Qingqing remembered the judge pen and put it on the ground and said: "Those who are literate, otherwise they will not be able to communicate; those who are modern, it is better to learn more foreign languages."
What is the most tyrannical thing about the underworld? There are so many people here that it is not difficult to find some people who meet the standards to work for the King of Hell in the underworld. Soon, ten people came up, and the leader wrote: "If there are not enough, we can go down to code at any time."
people."
Qingqing smacked her lips and asked, "Were you a Young and Dangerous boy before you died?" The man actually nodded proudly, and she pointed at the people behind her, and those people began to introduce them one by one. There were really all kinds of people.
Among them are professional doctors, professional tomb robbers, professional police officers, professional lawyers, etc.
She thought about it, and brought the professional doctors and lawyers, and sent the rest to Ye Qian's side. She said: "Check how many people that scumbag killed, and then get a copy of the information used by the police in the world of the world.
If you're talking about people, don't kill them yet, follow legal procedures, and then kill them after everything is settled." The police ghost said, leave it to him, this is his specialty.
She turned around, took two professional ghosts, and found the consulting room of the psychiatrist. A doctor who could treat people into psychosis and even boasted that he had recovered from the disease was worth repaying his old fortune.
Arriving at Dr. Wang's clinic, she ordered: "Go through all the case information and verify the name and address of each patient. Then, I will check."
The doctor started to do this, and the lawyer next to him recorded all the people with problems. Qingqing complained while recording: "This technology is ridiculous, part-time job is a professional factory for manufacturing mental illness."
But as the owner of this place, Dr. Wang is quite uneasy. In his eyes, he opened the cabinet of his own medical records. After that, the medical records were turned over there autonomously, and he subconsciously called the police.
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The police arrived very quickly, but Qingqing and the other three still started working as if no one was around. Adé followed him and saw the three busy people coming up to poke Qingqing's shoulders. There was a note on the ground: What are you doing? You are scaring people.
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Qingqing said while working: "Get ready for cleaning. This quack doctor has turned 60% of his patients into invisible psychopaths. They secretly kill other living beings. Currently, the only one who kills people intensely is the one in your bureau."
Ade silently put down the second note: Girl, do you need evidence? This is a very serious accusation.
Qingqing rolled her eyes and said, "Shouldn't I collect it again? I'll give you the paper materials tomorrow."
Ade poked her shoulder again and pointed back. Qingqing turned around and saw Ye Qian with a cold face. Qingqing said with disgust: "He is just a fool. People in the world don't care. We will do it ourselves and treat it as a performance achievement."
.I warn you, although you do not meet the performance standards, there is no need to give tickets for free visits, I said so."
Ade was speechless and wrote again: Stop making trouble, what are you going to do?
Qingqing didn't even look back: "It's 120,000 for performance."
Ad was horrified: "You want to kill 120,000 people?!" Seeing Qingqing's lack of reaction, he wrote another note: "You want to kill 120,000 people?!"
Qingqing replied: "Hey, yes, we have already said that we need to focus on performance and year-end assessment." Adelaide was speechless. Why did a year-end assessment come up? He, the communication officer, would not be able to deal with it directly. Qingqing took care of himself.
He said: "Okay, everyone from the world, you guys are just talking to each other. Oh, why did I forget about my wife named Ye?"
As she spoke, she took out the judge's pen, grabbed a piece of paper, and wrote: Bring police officer Ye Qian's wife to the underworld to obey her orders.
The paper was in her hand and sank directly into the ground. The pen in her hand forgot Ye Qian's eyes, and Ye Qian could see the three people who were flipping through the book.
Ye Qian immediately took out his gun, and Qingqing complained: "Ghosts are not afraid of physical attacks. This is common sense."
At this time, three figures appeared again on the ground. One was the figure of Ye Qian's familiar wife. The other two figures were also very classic in shape, with triangular high-head hats and two sets of ancient costumes in black and white. You could tell by looking at them that they were black and white.