Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 441 - 54 What Are You Looking At?_1

Chapter 441: Chapter 54 What Are You Looking At?_1

Gungun sniffed adorably, then looked at Qin Shou, seemingly asking, "What do we do?"

Qin Shou patted his chest and said, "I reckon, right now the Earthly Immortal Realm is too dangerous. Hangin’ around this fella means eats, drinks, and there’s even someone to give you massages, baths, wipe your nose, and the like. Pretty comfy, huh? If you go wanderin’ about, who knows? You might end up in someone’s pot the next day. So, let’s not leave."

Gungun nodded, then offered Huanglong Daoist an honest smile, in a ’I won’t tell you’ kind of way.

Hearing the rabbit’s words, the Huanglong Daoist was so furious he nearly spat blood. He grabbed the rabbit and said, "Rabbit, if you screw up my plans, believe it or not, I’ll thrash you!"

Qin Shou, unfazed, said, "As you please. Should I strike a pose to make it easier for a good thrashing?"

The Huanglong Daoist was left speechless with anger...

Just then, a group of people came swooshing in from a distance, twelve in total, each tall and burly, with dark skin. Their hair was quite bizarre too, one with a single braid, another with two, and so on, up to the last one with twelve braids.

As the twelve flew, their braids flailing about like the legs of an octopus, it was an oddly comic sight.

The clouds beneath their feet churned with dark billows, accompanied by eerie howls. One look and you knew they were no good.

As the twelve passed by the Huanglong Daoist, they glanced at him. Though he was clad in a simple yellow Daoist robe, wearing a conical hat, and shouldering a carrying pole, he looked out of place and easy to pick on.

However, these people didn’t seem intent on causing trouble; they simply passed by for a glance.

But then...

"Whatcha lookin’ at?"

That phrase, carried lightly on the air with a hint of northeastern accent, was ripe with scorn and provocation.

The twelve people stopped abruptly, staring intently at the Huanglong Daoist. In their eyes, the rabbit and Gungun appeared to be the Daoist’s pets, so it made sense to confront the owner directly.

The Huanglong Daoist immediately saw red. He was furious enough that they hadn’t helped, but now they were adding insult to injury? He glared at the rabbit!

Whereupon the rabbit looked astonished, its eyes bulging even wider than the Huanglong Daoist’s, and then it said, "I didn’t say it, do you believe me?"

The Huanglong Daoist had long lost patience with the rabbit and all but roared back, "Believe you, my foot! If it wasn’t you, then who was it?"

"It was the one with the dark circles," called the one with the twelve braids among the twelve.

The Huanglong Daoist was taken aback. The rabbit’s words he could dismiss as a fart in the wind, utterly unbelievable, but he found himself believing the twelve burly men’s words. After all, they had no reason to lie!

So the Huanglong Daoist turned to look at Gungun. The adorable Gungun smiled and said, "Whatcha lookin’ at?"

The Huanglong Daoist exclaimed in astonishment, "You can talk?"

Gungun cocked its head to one side, surveyed the Huanglong Daoist for a while, and asked, "What’s botherin’ you?"

The Huanglong Daoist was dumbfounded. He began to understand that Gungun was mimicking speech and couldn’t quite speak freely yet. That brought up the question...

"Who taught you that phrase?" the Huanglong Daoist asked.

Gungun promptly pointed a paw at the rabbit.

Qin Shou quickly raised his hand and said, "I just said it casually. Who knew he’d learn so fast?... This kid, so clever, just like you."

Smack!

The Huanglong Daoist slapped the rabbit on the head, knocking its ears askew, and fumed, "Stay away from Gungun from now on!"

"Fellow Daoist, your pet provoked us without reason; aren’t you going to apologize?" a man with a single braid turned around and asked.

Upon hearing this, Qin Shou immediately chuckled. He knew about Huanglong Daoist’s strength and narrowed his eyes while taking out a carrot to munch on, watching the excitement unfold.

Seeing this, Huanglong Daoist let out a chuckle, then cupped his hands in apology, "My apologies to the fellow Daoists, my pet is a bit uncivilized."

The braided men nodded in acknowledgment, accepting the apology.

At that moment, a man with twelve braids said, "Big brother, we’ll miss the good show of hunting a Heavenly God soon."

"Mm, okay." The man with a single braid nodded, cupped his hands toward Huanglong Daoist, and turned to leave.

Qin Shou, upon hearing this, felt a thump in his heart and asked subconsciously, "Wait, you’re going to hunt a Heavenly God? Who are you hunting?"

The twelve-braided men glanced at the rabbit, obviously not taking it seriously, and made to leave.

Qin Shou became anxious, "Hey, you guys, I’m talking to you!"

"Fellow Daoist, control your rabbit," the man with three braids, his face full of meat clearly indicating a bad temper, said to Huanglong Daoist in a slightly unpleasant tone.

Huanglong Daoist, with a good-natured expression, replied with a smile, "Of course, but he is not my pet."

"Not your pet?" The man with three braids was taken aback, then turned to the rabbit and frowned, "Little rabbit..."

Before the man with three braids could finish speaking, the rabbit, with a dumbfounded and goofy face, said, "Master, what should I say next? Oh, right!"

Then Qin Shou called out, "That’s right, I’m not his pet. Come on, hit me! Come on, hit me! Hey, hey... Master, I’m saying it right, aren’t I? If they hit me, you’ll have a good reason to beat these idiots fair and square, right?"

Seeing the rabbit’s dumb but cunning face, the twelve-braided men were clearly confused and looked at Huanglong Daoist with doubt.

Huanglong Daoist said with an embarrassed face, "Don’t listen to this damn rabbit; he has nothing to do with me. You are welcome to strike if you want, I assure you I won’t intervene!"

The man with a single braid sneered, "Do you take us for fools, Daoist? He has nothing to do with you? Then why are you carrying him around? Fancy a fight, do you? Do you really think the Twelve Ghosts of the Red River are pushovers?"

"Big brother, why waste words on them? I’ve disliked them from the start!"

"Right, this idiot dressed in a Daoist robe and wearing that ragged hat looks damn ugly!"

"Let’s do it!"

"Right, do it; I’ll stew that rabbit!"

"Let’s show him the might of the Twelve Ghosts of the Red River!" The twelve were clamoring when they suddenly felt the atmosphere around them change.

The temperature began to drop rapidly, and even with their Human Immortal cultivation bases, they felt a chill that made them shiver.

Subsequently, Huanglong Daoist said while smiling, "It was enough to curse at the rabbit; why insult me as well? I’m very unhappy... extremely unhappy!"

Huanglong Daoist wasn’t lying; ever since he had caught the rabbit, his life had gone from bad to worse, almost to the point of depression.

He hadn’t wanted to harm the innocent, but now having found a reason to hit someone, he didn’t plan on holding back any longer.

"Big brother, what should we do?" asked the twelve ghosts.

The lead ghost sneered, "If it was before, we might have considered our actions. But now, those above Heavenly Immortal cannot interfere. Our Twelve Arrays of the Red River can trap an Earthly Immortal; do we really need to fear a mere Daoist? Form the array!"