Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 425 - 38 Is This Lady Xiang Bamboo?_1

Chapter 425: Chapter 38 Is This Lady Xiang Bamboo?_1

The old swindler came straight out with a sentence: "Scram!"

Qin Shou, tilting his head, said, "Are you sure you won’t take it out?"

The old swindler nodded resolutely.

Qin Shou sighed and said, "Monkey brat, it’s over to you!"

Sun Wukong, carrying his Golden Cudgel, walked right over, and the old swindler promptly pulled out a section of green jade bamboo with blood-colored tear stains on it, then threw it directly to Qin Shou.

Qin Shou chuckled and said, "Monkey brat, why do you take out a stick when you’re told to talk? Come, come, come, we’re all good brothers here, sit down and chat. Old swind... cough, cough, Taixu True Master, come sit, don’t be angry now, haha..."

The old swindler now didn’t even have the interest to look at him, but was glancing sideways at Hua Zhongyao. He always felt that the old man looked a bit familiar, yet he just couldn’t remember where he had seen him before.

Hua Zhongyao glanced at the Lady Xiang Bamboo in Rabbit’s hand and shook his head, saying, "It’s fake."

"Impossible!"

Qin Shou hadn’t even spoken yet when the old swindler had already jumped up.

Qin Shou nodded in agreement and said, "Brother He, that really seems unlikely. If you say it’s stolen, I believe you; if you say it’s fake, I don’t believe you! The old guy has no other skills, but his skill in deceiving people is decent enough, he’s half an ancestor in that regard. It’s not strange for him to deceive people, but for him to be deceived by something, I just can’t believe it."

Upon hearing this, the old swindler gave Qin Shou a sidelong glance. He wasn’t sure if the damn rabbit’s words were praising him or insulting him.

Hua Zhongyao chuckled and said, "If I say it’s fake, then it’s fake. The real Blood Bamboo does not look like this."

The old swindler, not convinced, said, "If not like this, then what does it look like?"

Hua Zhongyao, smiling, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of water. The old swindler’s eyebrows immediately rose; when he had picked up the pot earlier, there had been no water in it. How could it have water now?

Qin Shou also furrowed his brows; he’d had water from the pot earlier, so how did it become tea when poured into the old man’s hand?

Qin Shou, the old swindler, and Sun Wukong exchanged glances subconsciously, realizing this old man was no ordinary person!

If he’s no ordinary person, then what is he?

A cultivator? An Immortal? A demon or a ghoul?

No matter what, with the insight of the three of them, they should have at least seen a clue or two!

Even Sun Wukong’s Fiery Eyes Golden Gaze isn’t for vegetarians!

But even Sun Wukong couldn’t see any hint!

The old swindler, who prided himself on his discerning eye and widespread trickery, also shook his head slightly, indicating that he couldn’t see through, couldn’t penetrate.

For three people who couldn’t see through someone, that was quite scary!

Suddenly, Qin Shou slapped his forehead, and a cold sweat broke out instantly!

Hua Zhongyao? Hua Zhongyao?

Bloody hell!

Isn’t it Yao Chonghua when read backward?! Damn, this guy is Emperor Shun!

The old swindler also caught on, but the old swindler, true to his years as a con artist, still sat there motionless in the face of Emperor Shun! It was unclear whether he was too frightened to move or truly composed.

As for Sun Wukong, well, he’s fearless of heaven and earth, so bold to have made a ruckus in Heaven, what’s an Overlord then?

Plus, this monkey hadn’t been out in the world for long—though he had been around for four hundred years—most of it either spent in mountain cultivation or pressed under a stone, not seeing the light of day, so his experience paled in comparison to Rabbit’s.

They say ignorance is bliss, hence Monkey didn’t react at all. If you were to say he had any reaction, it was perhaps just a bit of curiosity.

The Rabbit, however, was breaking out in a cold sweat. Especially thinking back to the words he had followed the old man in saying—he had even called to make the man his ancestor...

Qin Shou wiped the sweat from his forehead and observed Hua Zhongyao’s somewhat smiling face, knowing the old man wasn’t angry.

Qin Shou coughed and said, "Um, old..."

Qin Shou was embarrassed; he suddenly didn’t know what to call the other person.

Call him ’old pal’? That wasn’t right, since he had already addressed him as ’brother’ before.

Call him ’young brother’? He figured that as soon as he left the mountain gate, he’d be beaten to death by the descendants of the Yu Family.

Call him ’senior’? Wouldn’t that be pinpointing that he knew the other person’s identity? Just in case the other party was playing hide-and-seek and got upset after his identity was exposed, that one slap might just be the end of him.

After much thought, the rabbit still upheld the spirit of a bachelor, his neck stiffened, thinking to himself: Let it be whatever it is, I’ll just call you that!

So Qin Shou said, "Brother He..."

As these words came out, Sun Wukong, who was in the middle of putting the Golden Cudgel back into his ear, almost pushed too hard and stabbed his brain with it...

The old trickster even fell to the ground with a thud, frantically getting up and saying, "Cough cough... What did you just say?"

Hearing this, Qin Shou felt somewhat grateful to the old trickster.

With keen ears and quick feet, that old guy surely could not have failed to hear what Qin Shou had just said. Now pretending to be dumb, acting as if Qin Shou was talking to him, he was protecting Qin Shou.

However, with Qin Shou’s stubborn temper, once he made up his mind, no one could pull him back.

Qin Shou thought it through clearly, since the first call didn’t kill him, he might as well continue. In the future, if anyone tried to act tough with him, he would just claim Emperor Shun as his brother!

From now on, he would have a backer.

If Emperor Shun didn’t agree, then he would just admit his mistake.

Wasn’t Emperor Shun known for his moral indoctrination? He refused to believe that such a greatly virtuous person would make life difficult for a mere rabbit.

With this thought, Qin Shou involuntarily shivered, virtue? Great virtue?

Qin Shou subconsciously thought of that master in Heaven who subdued others with his virtue. If Emperor Shun also used his virtue to rule, Qin Shou suddenly felt that he might be smashed to death at any moment...

But still, Qin Shou stiffened his neck and said, "I was talking to my Brother He, not you."

Then Qin Shou, not giving the old trickster a chance to interfere, directly asked Hua Zhongyao, "Brother He, if you say this is fake, then what does the real thing look like?"

Hua Zhongyao stroked his beard and smiled, "Please wait a moment."

After saying that, Hua Zhongyao walked into the wooden cabin.

He had just entered when the old trickster grabbed Qin Shou’s chest, but the fur was too thick, and he couldn’t get a grip.

The old trickster had no choice but to grab Qin Shou’s rabbit ear, and said, word by word, "Damn rabbit, do you know who he is?"

Qin Shou nodded.

The old trickster continued through a voice transmission, "You know, and you still call him recklessly? You address him as ’brother’? Wouldn’t you then be the ancestor of Yao Bofu? Do you believe that if you leave this place, Yao Bofu will come after you?"

However, Qin Shou didn’t care at all and said, "So what? I’ve already called that before, am I supposed to back out halfway? Anyway, what’s done is done; let’s talk about the rest in the future. Oh, we can also just mind our own business. Of course, if he comes after me, then I’ll recognize him as my ancestor! I don’t believe it, he would really dare commit such a grave offense!"

Listening to Qin Shou, the old trickster was at a loss for words for a moment, for based on his knowledge of Yao Bofu, he was a very filial person.

If Emperor Shun really accepted the rabbit, then Yao Bofu might really call him ’ancestor’. Thinking of this, the old trickster felt a bit excited, secretly delighted, and even a little impatient to go out and see Yao Bofu.

At that time, the best outcome would be that he’s a friend of Yao Bofu’s ancestor; at worst, he would get to see Yao Bofu give the rabbit a good thrashing.

It seemed no matter how things turned out, he wouldn’t lose.

As the old trickster was savoring the prospects of the future, the door opened, and Hua Zhongyao came out holding a pitch-black stick, which he then placed on the table, saying, "This is the real Lady Xiang Bamboo."

Looking at the pitch-black, smoldering piece of Lady Xiang Bamboo, Qin Shou was too embarrassed to even touch it. Instead, he poked it with the old trickster’s Blood Bamboo, and quite a bit of black ash fell off the Lady Xiang Bamboo.

Qin Shou couldn’t help but ask, "Brother He, are you using this thing for kindling normally?"