Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 615 - 214 The Wind of Mahjong_1

Chapter 615: Chapter 214 The Wind of Mahjong_1

After he shouted, he was stunned to see that inside the grand hall, the State Preceptor had actually removed his chair and placed a square table in the middle of the hall, with four chairs around it.

Then the State Preceptor split into four and sat down, each with a contemplative expression on their face.

Hearing Guiche’s wails and howls, the four State Preceptors simultaneously lifted their heads, and then their bodies blurred as the four merged into one.

The State Preceptor was a kind-looking old man with a white goatee, grizzled hair, and dressed in tattered hemp clothing. His feet were shod in cloth shoes that weren’t even worn properly, but like slippers, with the heels all crushed down... He resembled an ordinary old man on the street. However, an ordinary old man on the street could definitely not split into four...

The old man looked at them with a smile and asked, "What exactly happened? Tell me the details. Don’t just complain without giving the full story."

Golden Toad said aggrievedly, "State Preceptor, we’re really not lodging a baseless complaint this time."

Mountain Spider followed up with a nod, "Really, those two went too far."

Guiche quickly related the entire incident, not daring to lie at all, not even a smidgen. He even repeated word for word what they had said to each other. It was clear just how highly the State Preceptor was regarded in his eyes, that he truly dared not deceive him in the slightest.

At the same time, the way Guiche looked at the State Preceptor was filled with awe and fear, obviously, this ordinary-looking old man represented not only absolute authority but also an iron-fisted approach.

After finishing, Guiche said, "That Rabbit ate all the Ginseng Fruits, and without them to serve as a primer, we’re missing the most suitable catalyst for the Great Rebirth Pill. This matter concerns the great plan for the resurgence of our Demon Clan... This time, Kui Yi and Kui Er have really gone too far. I just couldn’t bear it any longer, so I’m seeking help from the State Preceptor."

The State Preceptor sneezed and then casually used his sleeve to wipe his nose, rubbing the tip and said, "Oh, I understand, you may leave now."

With a simple sentence like that, the State Preceptor clearly had no intention of digging deeper into the matter.

Guiche, Golden Toad, and Mountain Spider were dumbfounded. Such a serious matter and the State Preceptor was not taking it seriously? Weren’t they indulging those two fools too much?

Moreover, this matter concerned the three of them’s promotion.

Therefore, Guiche and Golden Toad said in unison, "State Preceptor, nothing is more important than the revival of the Demon Clan, not even Heaven and Earth. You really can’t keep indulging them."

After speaking, the two immediately regretted it. The State Preceptor had already made a decision, and here they were, still prattling on. Under normal circumstances, this would be akin to not following orders, which could very well result in the State Preceptor dragging them out for execution. After all, the State Preceptor never liked to explain his actions, nor did he like to repeat an order. Usually, if he said something once and it wasn’t remembered, it was up to the individual to find a way to recall it. If you had to ask a second time, death was likely not far off.

So their hearts suddenly constricted with anxiety...

Only Mountain Spider secretly rejoiced in his heart. If the former two were to die, he would naturally rise with the tide.

However, to everyone’s surprise, the State Preceptor did not get angry as usual but seemed rather happy, and with heartfelt sincerity said to the three, "For other things, I would punish them. But for this matter, I really do have to indulge them..."

At these words, the three were utterly baffled, completely failing to understand the meaning behind the State Preceptor’s words.

However, since the State Preceptor had already explained, they did not dare to press him further, lacking the tact to do so. Left with no choice but to contain their questions, they nodded, agreed, and excused themselves.

After leaving the grand hall, the three of them had baffled expressions. You looked at me, I looked at you, and finally, we all sighed simultaneously and asked, "Drink?"

Then, in chorus, we declared, "Drink! We won’t return until we’re drunk!"

"Let’s go!"

The three men, who initially couldn’t stand each other, miserably linked arms and headed towards the banquet hall beneath the grand hall... They drank wildly for three days and nights, crying when they drank too much, then drinking again after crying, leaving the tavern owner anxious, fearing complaints about selling fake alcohol that drove three Deity Generals insane.

Once everyone had left, the State Preceptor delightedly took out a wine cup, poured himself a drink, and after tasting it, praised, "Good wine... truly good wine..."

Then he split into four and took a seat around the table, before the noise of something rattling started resounding in the grand hall, accompanied by the State Preceptor’s voice tinged with frustration, "Mahjong... what a hassle..."

With another wave of his hand, the State Preceptor sent a note flying out of the grand hall, which read, "In closed-door cultivation for a week, will not meet anyone."

Not far behind the State Preceptor, on a table, lay a letter with a few large characters: "I’ve heard that my brother invented a toy called mahjong in Buddha Mountain, and I found it quite interesting after playing a couple of rounds. I’ll come to play with you in a week. If you lose all your savings, I’ll turn your remaining land into the size of a mahjong table. The rules are as follows ¥#%¥#&..."

The letter was unsigned and not wordy, but its content exuded an undeniable and dictatorial aura, dictating that what was said would be done!

Clearly, the State Preceptor knew who wrote the letter, which is why he was now diligently practicing his mahjong skills...

Meanwhile, Qin Shou was taken away by Kui Yi and Kui Er.

On the way, once Qin Shou confirmed there was no one around, he asked, "Kui Yi, Kui Er, what’s going on? Aren’t you afraid that you’ll anger those formidable demons from the Demon Clan’s Heavenly Court and they’ll stew us together?"

Kui Yi and Kui Er exchanged a glance and then chuckled foolishly together.

Kui Er was just about to speak when Kui Yi raised his hand and slapped the words right back into his mouth.

Then, with his arms crossed over his chest and chest puffed up proudly, Kui Yi said in an arrogant tone, "Rabbit, let me formally introduce myself. Me! And my younger brother! We are the most outstanding descendants of the Kun clan!"

Qin Shou tilted his head, looking at Kui Yi, then asked, "And then?"

Kui Yi tilted his head back almost as if he was looking down at Qin Shou through his nostrils and said with insufferable arrogance, "Rabbit, do you know who the national teacher of demons is?"

Qin Shou thought for a moment; he vaguely remembered something about it from reading books on Earth, not from anything he had heard in this world. Since he couldn’t recall, Qin Shou didn’t care much and thus asked, "Kui Yi, cut to the chase. That Demon Clan’s Heavenly Court is from how many eons ago, what does its national teacher have to do with you? Could it be your ancest—... Uh... Holy moly!"

Realizing something abruptly, Qin Shou stopped mid-sentence.

Seeing this, Kui Yi tossed his eyes about wildly, lids fluttering uncontrollably as he burst into proud laughter, "Got it now? Hahaha..."

Seeing Kui Yi’s proud demeanor, Qin Shou decisively replied, "I don’t."