Qin Yune looked at him without saying a word. She hadn't forgotten that it was Judge Cui who had just tricked her!
She just came to pay a fee, but she ended up in this mess.
Judge Cui deserves immense credit!
Judge Cui probably knew that what he had just done was not good. The main reason was that the ghost messengers in that area had been terrified of Meng Po recently, and they all came to complain and grumble about Meng Po's actions.
Even he and the Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons couldn't escape it.
In other words, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu escaped this calamity because they were often not in the underworld due to their soul-summoning abilities.
That taste... ugh, he never wants to drink it again in his life.
Judge Cui coughed awkwardly and said, "Ahem, I'm sorry about what happened today. It's mainly because you haven't drunk Meng Po's soup. The ghost messengers in the Naihe Bridge area of the underworld are all terrified of her and want to be transferred. They've come to make trouble many times, but no ghost messenger is willing to go there. If you can really help Meng Po improve the Meng Po soup, I'll go and apply to King Yama to give you merit."
"If this matter is accomplished, you will be a great benefactor to all the ghost messengers in our underworld! Not only the ghost messengers, but all the ghosts will have to thank you."
Qin Yune asked curiously, "Is it really that bad?"
Judge Cui remained silent, his expression twisted in a way that defied description, to the point that just thinking about it made him want to vomit.
He reminded her, "If Meng Po really does bring the pot to your house tonight, just sip a little bit of the soup when you drink it..."
Qin Yunie was shocked. What kind of power must this have been, that Judge Cui didn't even want to mention it, and even went so far as to remind her to only take a small sip?
She suddenly realized that the taro was a little too hot.
Judge Cui: "Just do your best. It shouldn't get any worse than it is now."
"By the way, weren't you going to pay the King of Hell? Come on, I'll take you there."
After saying that, he walked inside first, with Qin Yunie following behind.
At this moment, King Yama was sitting at the Eight Immortals table handling official business. His brows were slightly furrowed, and he seemed somewhat displeased.
Not wanting to invite trouble, Qin Yunie quickly whispered to Judge Cui, "How about I don't pay today, or I'll give you the money and you can pass it on to King Yama when he's in a better mood?"
Judge Cui looked up in the direction of King Yama, and his gaze met that of King Yama, who had heard the commotion and was looking over: "...Too late."
Before Qin Yunie could ask him what was so late, she heard Yan Wenjing's voice, "What is it?"
Since she had already been seen, she instinctively replied, "I'm here to pay the fee for my grandmother's reincarnation."
Yan Wenjing looked at Judge Cui.
Judge Cui immediately raised his hands, one holding a pen and the other the Book of Life and Death, and said, "I have official business to attend to and don't have time to take her there. I had her come directly to you. Now that she's here, I'll go back to my work."
After saying that, Judge Cui planned to slip away.
Seeing this, Qin Yunie said very quickly, "Your Majesty, if you are busy, I will come another day."
However, before she could follow him, Yan Wenjing said in a nonchalant tone, "Come on over."
She hesitated before moving her feet.
Seeing that she hadn't come over for a while, he frowned and said, "Do I need to invite you?"
Qin Yunie quickly waved her hand, "No need, no need."
His pace was more than twice as fast as before.
She took a stack of joss paper from her bag and placed it on the octagonal table, saying, "This is money to buy a place for my grandmother to be reincarnated."
Then she took out a bag of neatly stacked ghost money and a notebook, and obediently handed them over, saying, "This is the money for today's delivery service. I've recorded everything, and you can check it anytime."
Yan Wenjing glanced at her bag with a strange expression. "Is this bag a treasure chest? Aren't you worried about it being heavy with so much stuff in it?"
Qin Yune: "I was just thinking that it wasn't safe for me to keep so much money on my own. Now that I've given it to you, I'm not afraid!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Wenjing clasped his hands together and asked leisurely, "Why?"
Qin Yunie said matter-of-factly, "Because I don't have that much money to compensate you."
Yan Wenjing's expression was unreadable. "You can say the business isn't doing well, or that you'll get less if you record fewer entries."
She shook her head. "No, that won't do. My grandmother said I should have reverence for you, so how could I deceive you? Besides, if I really had such intentions, wouldn't you find out easily?"
Yan Wenjing nodded noncommittally, neither confirming nor denying.
"Besides, you've helped me so much. If I did that, what kind of person would I be? Even though you're insulting me with poop, doing this makes my conscience uneasy."
Yan Wenjing's expression relaxed a little when he heard the first part, but the next second Qin Yunie's words made his eye twitch involuntarily.
He pursed his lips and said, "What happened last night was a mistake."
"I know it was a mistake, Your Majesty. I didn't mean to blame you. I just said it casually."
As Qin Yunie spoke, she glanced at the King of Hell's expression out of the corner of her eye. Seeing that his eyes twitched but he didn't seem displeased, she smiled slightly.
Indeed, no matter who it is, jokes are only fun when they're used in front of the person in question.
Yan Wenjing could tell she was doing it on purpose. He glanced at her, said nothing, and collected the ghost money from the table.
The next second, a piece of paper and a pen appeared on the table. Yan Wenjing pushed the paper and pen over and said, "Sign this. We'll let you know the specific time for your reincarnation later."
Qin Yunie quickly signed his name and handed it back.
After Yan Wenjing accepted the food, he asked, "Where is my food?"
Qin Yunie: "I'll go back and do it now."
After Qin Yune left, he sent an address to Meng Po and returned to the mortal realm.
Unexpectedly, just as she finished preparing the food and put it into the food box for King Yama, Meng Po arrived.
When Qin Yune saw a huge, unidentified black object floating towards her house, she ran away without thinking.
Meng Po poked her head out and looked at her with a puzzled expression, asking, "Little girl, where are you going?"
Upon hearing the somewhat familiar voice of the young girl, Qin Yune stopped and looked up.
When Qin Yune saw Meng Po carrying a pot dozens of times larger than her own body, she was completely shocked.
It's Meng Po?!
That black object she's carrying—don't tell her it's the pot Meng Po mentioned?!
Meng Po, carrying the pot, easily crossed the gate of her courtyard and stood in the yard, looking around. "Where here is a big enough place for me to put the pot?"
"This place is too small." She glanced disdainfully at the tiny door and the tiny stove.
Finally, he reluctantly glanced at the courtyard where she was standing and said, "Fine, I'll just put it here. This is the only place that can barely fit it."
As she spoke, she slammed the pot down.
In no time, Qin Yunie's courtyard was occupied by almost half of it.
Qin Yune's eyes twitched. Whose pot is this big?!
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