Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 487 - 100 Who’s the bigger trap?_1

Chapter 487: Chapter 100 Who’s the bigger trap?_1

At that instant, Cui Jue felt his stomach churn, as a mouthful of tea reversed its course... with a retch, it almost spewed forth.

But considering the presence of a guest, and that it was the Daynight Wandering God from the Heavenly Court, in order not to be impolite, he held it in, trapped in his mouth without spitting it out.

At the same time, Cui Jue moved the cup away, and only then did he see not far away a burly figure carrying a bronze Big-headed Dragon with an expression of sorrow and indignation... Faced with the sight of the bronze dragon’s small body supporting a huge and ferocious head, coupled with an aggrieved expression of sorrow and indignation on its face, the blend of extreme cuteness and ugliness attempting hard to appear endearing was too much for him, and with a loud "pfft," he couldn’t hold back anymore!

Kui San was originally a kun, a master of the waters, and although he was simple, he had an innate high combat capability. Seeing a cup of tea spray toward him, he waved his hand and directed the water off to the side!

Splash!

The bronze dragon stood there with a sorrowful and indignant face, its eyeballs almost bulging out with rage!

Qin Shou guessed that, at this moment, the bronze dragon must be dearly missing the night it had been roasted on the mountain. At least on that evening, there had been no outsiders to witness its humiliation. Today, however, it had pretty much lost all the face it could ever lose in its lifetime...

"Uh... sorry, who are you?" Cui Jue was the first to snap back to reality, quickly setting down his tea cup and asking with a beaming smile.

Kui San turned his head to glance at the rabbit. Qin Shou, hands behind his back, was strolling forward. After taking a couple of steps in traditional ’figure-eight gait’, he got tired of pretending, strode forward briskly, and sat down opposite Cui Jue, laughing "hehe" and said, "I am exactly the rabbit that you sent those two cowardly Black and White Impermanence to capture."

Cui Jue was stunned for a moment, then he nodded and said, "Oh, a vile sinner, you shall be cast into the eighteen layers of hell. Someone, take this rabbit away. Also, make preparations to welcome the Daynight Wandering God."

Upon hearing this, Black and White Impermanence couldn’t help but find it hilarious, but both of them managed to hold back and not laugh out loud.

Others might not be aware, but they knew the Netherworld’s rules all too well—any ghost apprehended by the Judicial Division would be judged by Cui Jue and then handed over to the eighteen layers of hell for punishment.

Under normal circumstances, Cui Jue’s judgments were fair and impartial, unless...

"Do your judges always render verdicts on a whim?" Li Zhenying asked telepathically.

Black Impermanence replied, "No, usually they’re exceedingly fair, but certainly not devoid of personal feelings."

Li Zhenying, surprised, said, "Is it possible for them to be partial?"

White Impermanence replied, "Do you know that Cui Jue was originally an official during the Tang Dynasty? After his death, he still reminisced about the good old days of Tang. Once, a ruler from the Tang Dynasty was about to die, but an old friend of his sent letters pleading for help. He ran straight to the outskirts of Fengdu City to hijack that Tang king. With a wave of his hand, he changed the Book of Life and Death, granting him another twenty years of life and sent him right back to the Yang Realm."

"Did the Yama Kings of Ten Halls not care about this?" Lady Diyong was puzzled too.

White Impermanence shook his head and said, "They cared, most of the time. But countless people die every day. Even with infinite energy, it’s impossible to cover everything. Besides, who doesn’t have a few relatives?"

Upon hearing this, Lady Diyong and Li Zhenying were both rendered speechless—they hadn’t expected the Netherworld to operate this way.

Seeing the disdainful look on their faces, White Impermanence added, "Do you know why the roads in the Heavenly Court have collapsed, and gods are dying every day, yet no one comes to make trouble for the Netherworld?"

Both shook their heads.

White Impermanence raised his head proudly and said, "The common belief is that the Netherworld relies on the Heavenly Court’s authority to awe the four quarters. In reality, for trivial matters, the Netherworld can’t possibly turn to the Heavenly Court every time; otherwise, wouldn’t that seem too incompetent? How then could it govern a region of the world? Our Netherworld, not to mention anything else, simply boasts friends spread throughout the Earthly Immortal Realm. Should anyone strike at us, with a mere wave of our hand, those friends could drown two Great Golden Immortals in spit alone!"

Upon hearing this, Li Zhenying and Lady Diyong were truly taken aback.

Black Impermanence said, "The Netherworld is unlike other places; it’s far from Heaven’s reach, where no one bothers about the good and no one cares about the bad when things go wrong. Therefore, the rules of the Netherworld can’t be rigid, or else it would offend everyone. Would the Netherworld still be able to function? What’s more, when the Great Dao is fulfilled at fifty, isn’t there one that goes missing? Even when human laws are perfected, don’t they still account for personal relationships? If the people unanimously regard someone as a hero, even for a major crime, wouldn’t that be pardoned? The emperor can decree the death penalty for nine clans, yet with a single word, he can grant amnesty to the entire realm. Everything has rules, but rules absolutely cannot be unchanging. The world is full of countless changes; to apply the unchanging in response to the ever-changing is nonsensical. Adapting to circumstances is the true path to power."

Listening to these two harbingers in their contrasting visages speak such words, although Li Zhenying and Lady Diyong felt something was off, they found themselves at a loss for words and even subconsciously nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Li Zhenying unconsciously tugged at Kui San’s sleeve and asked, "Brother San, what do you think?"

Kui San scratched his head and said in a deep tone, "My dad always said, ’To live is the true path; methods do not matter.’"

Li Zhenying was left speechless...

While they were chatting, Cui Jue couldn’t wait any longer and urged, "Qi, Wu, what are you two daydreaming about? Get to work!"

Black and White Impermanence quickly stepped forward, smiling wryly, "My lord, this person here is the Daynight Wandering God you mentioned."

Cui Jue said subconsciously, "Any reason is... Uh, oh, this is the Daynight Wandering God?"

Qin Shou squinted his eyes and hummed, "I dare not accept such a title; I’m just a wild rabbit from the mountains."

As he spoke, Qin Shou took out the Daynight Wandering God Token and slammed it on the table. With a crack, the table, carved from who knows what kind of wood, split in two!

Cui Jue’s eyelid noticeably twitched, and the corner of his mouth grimaced in pain.

However, Cui Jue still took the token immediately, confirmed it was genuine, then chuckled, "Fellow Daoist, I was just joking with you earlier. When you entered, I recognized your identity by your noble and extraordinary demeanor."

Qin Shou rolled his eyes, having no appetite for flattery, and simply extended his hand flatly before Cui Jue.

Cui Jue promptly placed the Daynight Wandering God Token in Qin Shou’s hand, which Qin Shou secured before again stretching out his hand, flat, in front of Cui Jue.

Cui Jue hesitated and asked, "My lord Rabbit, the token is already yours, isn’t it?"

Qin Shou squinted his eyes, smiling without a word, then his forefinger and thumb curled slightly, rubbing together...

In that instant, Cui Jue, Black and White Impermanence, and Bull Head and Horse Face collectively petrified in place. Lady Diyong covered her mouth, her face full of disbelief, and murmured, "The people from Heavenly Court and the Netherworld are indeed cut from the same cloth! The strong have their own ways of being stronger. This is shamelessness meeting an even greater shamelessness..."

Cui Jue was stunned for a long time before saying, "Fellow Daoist, are you itching for something?"

Qin Shou sighed and said, "Itching indeed... if the Netherworld indiscriminately judges cases and I don’t report it, it indeed makes my hands itch. But you needn’t worry; it’s an old problem of mine that money can’t cure."