The Judge Doesn't Want to Go to Work Anymore

What do you think a judge is? Sitting in a high hall in suits and leather shoes, flipping through the book of life and death, and drinking tea? Fart. Cui Yan, a trainee judge of the underworld, has worked for three hundred years, has no hope of becoming a full-time official, and his salary is zero. Every day's work is to review the life and death book - Zhang San will die today, Li Si will die tomorrow, how to die, where to die, and where to go after death - day after day, it is more streamlined than an assembly line. The most outrageous thing is that he just wrote an impromptu rap comment on the book of life and death with a judge pen, and the king of hell scolded him bloody. After three hundred years as an intern, I've had enough. I quit. Taking advantage of the chaos of a hundred ghosts' night march, Cui Yan took advantage of the loophole in the Yin-Yang passage and ran directly to the human world. When he landed, he possessed the body of a college student who had just been stabbed to death - this boy acted bravely and was sent away by a street gangster with a knife. His soul was completely scattered and he was just an empty shell. I originally planned to keep a low profile and wait for death, but something happened to me. The death of the possessed boy was not simple - he clearly had sixty years left to live, but someone had tampered with the book of life and death. A black industrial chain of campus loans, shady cards, and evil cultivators slowly emerged. Cui Yan's principle is: I am a judge, but I don't want to meddle in other people's business. The problem is-nothing always comes to him. He just wanted to be a quiet college student, but ended up fighting all the way from a low-level gangster to the owner of the ghost market, from the leader of the evil cult to the judge who had defected after three hundred years, and finally directly faced the remnant of the heaven who wanted to restart the six paths of reincarnation. And behind all this, there is a truth that he never imagined: his escape was planned from the beginning. I am the judge. I have the final say.