Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 495 - 108: The Well-Behaved Rabbit_1

Chapter 495: Chapter 108: The Well-Behaved Rabbit_1

The man called out, "That’s my son... why is he on top of my grave? Is this because he misses me so much that he wants to be as close as possible to me?"

Qin Shou shook his head; he didn’t think so.

Then he heard the fat man say, "While I was alive, my old man was pretty good to me. You two stop serving me. Go serve my old man instead, burn more money for him. The rest of you, kneel down and cry for me, cry hard, cry for seven days and seven nights. If you do, the money will double. And don’t stop the singing and playing either. Keep playing ’Today Is a Good Day’ for seven days and seven nights. Once it’s over, the money will double. And you dancers, you’re not allowed to stop either, same deal. I’m going home; I’ve been out for half an hour, it’s exhausted the hell out of me."

After saying that, the fat man got up and left, shouting as he walked, "I’ve been promoted, awesome!"

When Qin Shou heard the name of the song, he almost choked, nearly suffocating on the spot, and thought bitterly, "What a good son indeed! Rise to power, get rich, the old man dies, inherit the property, lay off the old wife, the perfect bastard rhythm!"

The tall, thin man on Nostalgia Altar stood still for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses and shouted, "Son! Don’t go! Don’t go! I don’t want to listen to the music, I don’t want to watch the women dance, I don’t want them kneeling. Come back, let me take another look at you... I don’t have much time left, let me have one more glance."

Just a moment ago, the tall, thin man was full of pride and joy, listening to the music, watching the beautiful women dance, glancing at the paper money piled up like a small mountain, all smiles, the wrinkles on his face deepening with his grin.

But when his son turned and left, the man suddenly panicked, as if he realized something, and he began to call out repeatedly.

No matter how much he called out between the two worlds, his son didn’t turn back once, got into the sedan chair, and left without looking back.

After his son left and the mist had cleared, he sat dejectedly on Nostalgia Altar, staring blankly around him, muttering to himself, "I don’t want all that, I want my son... "

Qin Shou had intended to mock him a bit more, but seeing this scene, he knew it was unnecessary; the blow the man had received was already devastating enough.

Still, Qin Shou asked one more question, "Is money that important?"

The man ignored him, got up, and walked off Nostalgia Altar in a daze, passing a Ghost Messenger on his way and asking, "Can I use money to buy more time? I want to see my son again. Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of money, so many people just burned a mountain of it... "

Upon hearing this, the Ghost Messenger sighed and said, "You have no money, not a single cent."

The man was stunned, then, like a cat with its tail stepped on, he screamed hysterically and desperately, "How is that possible? Didn’t you see? My son burned a mountain high of paper money for me! How could I have no money? Did you take it from me? I’ll take you to court!"

The Ghost Messenger seemed accustomed to such reactions, waved his hand nonchalantly to freeze the man in his tracks before explaining slowly, "That was burned by someone else, someone without any memories or thoughts of you, more concerned about their salaries. Of course, many were also cursing you, calling you a rich ghost... This money without familial affection won’t reach the Netherworld. No matter how much is burned, it’s just firewood."

Before the man could go into another frenzy, a Ghost Soldier had already approached and began dragging him away into the distance.

With a look of utter despair, the man alternated between laughing and crying, finally wailing, "To hell with the money, I want my son... I don’t want to be rich in my next life... "

Watching this unfold, Qin Shou felt a twinge of pity, sighed, and took a swig from a bottle of liquor.

The next moment a ghost ascended to Nostalgia Altar, and this time the scene was rather satisfying. A family of more than a dozen knelt below, some bowing their heads, others weeping bitterly, and a decent amount of paper money was burned. The elderly woman stood above watching her children and grandchildren with tears in her eyes, crying and mumbling, "They’re all here, all doing well... The little grandson has grown so much, the little granddaughter is so cute... You little rascal, don’t bully your daughter-in-law again or I’ll come and spank you at night! Hehe... I’m content, so content... Haha..."

The old man didn’t even finish the allotted time and happily walked down from the Nostalgia Altar, then collected a large backpack from the Ghost Messenger, one meter wide, filled with paper money.

Next came an old man with a limp leg, white-haired and lean, standing tall like a spear!

The old man silently watched, as the mist rose and fell, and surprisingly, no one in the human world thought of him.

He showed no disappointment, turned around, and jumped off the Nostalgia Altar without a trace of dejection, just a hint of worry on his face.

Seeing this, Qin Shou asked curiously, "Old man, at your age, didn’t you have any good friends while you were alive?"

The old man laughed heartily, "Of course! Many good brothers and sisters, over a thousand! Each one was family!"

Qin Shou said, "Braggart. If that’s true, how come no one thought of you even once after you died?"

The old man laughed loudly, turned, and walked away, shouting back when he was some distance away, "They all died in battle before me, I was the last one. Now, I just want to find them and give them a smack on the mouth. Bullying me for being young, huh? They all died in battle, protecting only me, making me the last man standing, watching them fall one by one!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Shou was speechless. Only then did he notice the old man was wearing a tattered military uniform! This was a soldier, a soldier who had died after countless battles! Perhaps he was even the youngest among all soldiers, protected by others until the very end, the so-called young man.

His carefreeness stemmed from the knowledge that he was dearly loved by many, and his life had not been in vain.

Thinking of this, Qin Shou asked, "What are you worried about?"

The old man looked back and said, "I’m worried about the citizens in the city. With us gone, there’s no one to protect them."

Qin Shou felt a pang in his heart upon hearing this, not sure if it was his mind failing him or the surge of testosterone, he blurted out, "Where are you from? I’ll ask around for you!"

The old man said, "Western border of the Tang Dynasty, Fenghuo City!"

Qin Shou silently noted the name and then inquired, "What’s your name?"

The old man answered, "Feng Bu’a."

Qin Shou nodded and watched the old man walk away before realizing it was almost time. However, this time, Qin Shou did not rush forward but silently joined the end of the ghost queue and quietly lined up.

"Lord Rabbit, you may cut in line," a kind-hearted Ghost Messenger reminded him.

Qin Shou shook his head and said, "I used to think I was awesome and cut lines as I pleased. But now... I’ll just queue."

Fortunately, there were indeed far fewer ghosts coming to the Netherworld now, so even starting from the back, Qin Shou could have his turn before daybreak. On a usual day when the Netherworld was busiest, the queue of ghosts would stretch all the way to the end of the Road to the Netherworld, reaching the Ghost Gate. In such a case, it would take days and nights to get his turn.