Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 557 - 161 Thank you!_1

Chapter 557: Chapter 161 Thank you!_1

The man in the blue robe spoke in a very light voice, his gentle tone nevertheless revealing an unquestionable confidence, "I sent him because I have my reasons. As an Asura, one of The Eight Heavenly Dragons of Buddhism, his death demands a life in return. Xunxiang, although you act swiftly, Mahoraga is more adept at disguise. He can navigate the Bloody Nether Sea with less trouble. If you went, I’m afraid you’d be fighting non-stop along the way. And if you drew the attention of the Four Great Demon Generals, could you still return?"

Xunxiang fell silent...

At this point, the man with green sprouts for fangs said, "Xunxiang, Heaven speaks sense. Moreover, Mahoraga, like those of the Asura Clan, excels at ambushes. If he indeed finds the murderer who killed the Asura, he has a higher chance of success in striking than you do. It’s just unclear, after so much time, why there’s still no movement."

"Dragon, what do you say?" Xunxiang asked the man with the dragon head.

The man with the dragon head chuckled, "Just wait, there should be news coming soon."

Seeing this, Xunxiang, puffing with rage, looked towards the others, searching for support.

However, the Kinnara with the body of a man and head of a horse and the Garuda with twin wings looked at each other and then said in unison, "Yasha speaks sense."

Instantly, Xunxiang was infuriated to the point of death, wildly swinging his longsword through the air twice before grinding his teeth and saying, "One day, I’ll slaughter every last waste in the Blood Sea!"

The group exchanged knowing smiles, none of them took up the conversation, but their eyes held an unshakeable resolve.

At this moment, Qin Shou had already sat down with the burly man.

Qin Shou asked, "Bro, what should I call you?"

The burly man replied, "You can call me Mahoraga, just a minor snake spirit. What about you, Rabbit?"

"Qin Shou," he answered.

"Uh..." Mahoraga was startled, then chuckled, "Nice name..."

Qin Shou gave him a sideways glance and replied, "That’s the least sincere compliment I’ve heard this year."

After speaking, Qin Shou took out a large cauldron, scooped up two bowls of soup from it, handing one to Mahoraga and clutching the other himself, "We’re out of wine, so try this."

Mahoraga sniffed it and frowned, "This smell... very peculiar, what is this?"

"Spicy hot soup, my favorite," Qin Shou said.

Having said that, Qin Shou tossed his head back and downed his bowl!

Mahoraga, seeing this, nodded slightly and confidently downed it as well. Then, his pupils dilated slightly before his expression became one of confusion...

After a while, Mahoraga came to his senses, shook his head, looked around, scratched his head and muttered, "This... is this the Blood Sea? What am I doing here? Right... what am I doing here?"

In the midst of speaking, Mahoraga noticed Qin Shou and asked, "Rabbit, how come I’m here?"

Qin Shou looked confused and countered, "You are?"

Pointing at himself, Mahoraga declared, "I am none other than Mahoraga, the great python spirit, and one of Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha’s Eight Heavenly Dragons!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Shou instantly understood. Though he did not know who Mahoraga was, he was all too familiar with the Eight Heavenly Dragons!

They are the eight great protective Heavenly Dragons of Buddhism. Though named Heavenly Dragons, not all are actually dragons; it’s merely a title bestowed by Buddhism. Qin Shou recalled that among the Eight Heavenly Dragons there were beings from Heaven, the Dragon realm, the Yasha, and the Asura, but the rest of the names were too convoluted for him to remember.

However, this did not hinder him from discerning the other’s identity.

Being from Buddha Mountain, that meant he was an enemy of the Asura Clan, an enemy of the Nether River Patriarch!

As for the enmity between these two clans, Qin Shou had no interest in getting involved whatsoever.

So, Qin Shou hurriedly packed up his belongings and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Mahoraga blocked Qin Shou and asked, "Do we know each other?"

Qin Shou decisively shook his head, "No, we don’t."

Mahoraga then asked, "Have we had a drink together?"

Qin Shou continued shaking his head, "No, but you did drink a bowl of soup from me. It’s true. This soup I made used countless rare and precious ingredients. Plus, the price is fair for all ages and is clearly displayed here. You drank a bowl, so aren’t you going to settle the bill?"

Upon hearing this, Mahoraga furrowed his brows suspiciously as he looked at Qin Shou.

Qin Shou stared back with watery, wide eyes at Mahoraga while pointing to the note on the stall that read "one magical ability for a cup of wine," and said, "Look, my note’s been here all along. You’re not trying to dine and dash because you can’t pay, are you? A guardian of The Eight Heavenly Dragons of Buddhism, actually trying to skip out on a bill?"

Upon hearing this, Mahoraga hurriedly shook his head, "How could that be?"

After saying this, Mahoraga thought it over and felt that the Rabbit made good sense.

First of all, the Rabbit had clear pricing. Second, he was indeed holding the Rabbit’s bowl. Given his self-awareness and intelligence, he would have made sure of the price before drinking. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have touched it!

Thinking this, Mahoraga took out a jade slip from his chest and threw it to Qin Shou, "This is the Stomach Travel Technique in exchange for the bowl I drank. No problem, right?"

Qin Shou didn’t even look at it and just took it. What a joke, free magic is free magic. Even if it were a lump of poop, it was still a win! Why would he disdain it?

At the same time, Qin Shou generously waved his hand, "As one of The Eight Heavenly Dragons, how could I not trust you? I’ll take it."

Having said that, Qin Shou quickly packed up all his stuff and turned to leave.

Mahoraga hurriedly asked, "Rabbit, I have a question for you. How did I end up here? How did I end up drinking your stuff? I can’t remember a thing."

After thinking for a while, Qin Shou said, "You came down from Heaven."

Mahoraga nodded, "That wouldn’t cause me to lose my memory, right?"

Qin Shou continued, "You landed headfirst."

It dawned on Mahoraga, but still puzzled, he said, "Do you know why I descended so abruptly?"

Qin Shou replied, "You shouted ’Nether River,’ then passed out. When you woke up, you were groggy and asked for a drink. I told you the price, you nodded, and I gave you a bowl of spicy soup. You know the rest, no need for me to say more, right?"

Although Mahoraga felt that the Rabbit had glossed over some details, the overall logic seemed to make sense.

One important point was that if the Nether River actually made a move, not to mention this Void Returning Rabbit not knowing what was going on, even he himself probably wouldn’t know how he got hit.

Having survived an encounter with the Nether River, not dying and still retaining his life was already beyond Mahoraga’s expectation. That left him feeling incredibly lucky and a bit frightened, so he dared not stay any longer.

Thus, Mahoraga cupped his hands towards Qin Shou, "Rabbit, thanks! I’ll be on my way."

Qin Shou said, "No need for farewells!"

Then Mahoraga turned and soared off into the sky...

Qin Shou smacked his lips and said, "Such a good kid, gets tricked and still says thank you... Next time, I’ll sell him a bicycle!"

After sending Mahoraga off, Qin Shou rubbed his Black Demon Box and muttered, "As expected, Mengpo’s Soup can only erase all memories from ordinary ghosts. To affect someone with great power, keeping even one thousandth of the effectiveness is already not bad. I don’t know how much that Mahoraga has forgotten, but since he still knows his identity and that he’s in the Nether River, he probably hasn’t lost too much memory... Hmm, next time I’ll pair the soup with wine. Pay, drink soup, pay, drink soup... Heh heh..."