Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 640 - 239 Losing Until Wanting to Shave Hair_1

Chapter 640: Chapter 239 Losing Until Wanting to Shave Hair_1

As soon as the words were spoken, there was a crack!

The crisp sound made Kun and Peng’s hand tremble, nearly dropping the teacup to the ground. It wasn’t that the sound was scary, but that he was all too familiar with it!

Kun and Peng and Jimeng turned their heads, and their eyes instantly reddened!

To their shock, the Rabbit had actually smashed Kun and Peng’s Haiyun Buddha Wood with a slap! At that moment, the two felt as if their hearts were bleeding... That was Haiyun Buddha Wood! Since Pangu split the heavens and the earth, only a few seeds had formed at the creation of the world. Those seeds would take eons to grow a finger’s length!

And that table was a full two meters long! How many years did it take to form!

That damn rabbit got his hands on it and didn’t cherish it, smashing it to bits with a slap!

The lips of the two trembled, clearly gnashing their teeth...

Then they saw the Rabbit wave his hand and the Haiyun Buddha Wood flew up into the sky, turning into a curtain of elements. The peculiar energies contained within were also released.

Qin Shou exclaimed in surprise, "Hey? There’s something inside this!"

The Kunpeng Patriarch thought quickly, if the energy could be reused, it might be salvageable!

However, before he could speak up, the Rabbit muttered, "Don’t waste it." Then the Rabbit opened his mouth wide and swallowed all of those energies in one go...

The Kunpeng Patriarch, who had just opened his mouth, froze in his spot and finally let out a wry smile, "Rabbit, was it tasty?"

Qin Shou smacked his lips and said, "Not bad."

Jimeng, clutching his chest, cried out, "How could it not be? Do you even know what you’ve eaten?"

"Enough... don’t talk about it, it’s heartbreaking," the Kunpeng Patriarch waved his hand, signaling the Rabbit to hurry up.

Qin Shou said, "What’s the rush? Give me a moment, I’ll be done soon."

Then Qin Shou waved his hand again, and the myriad elements reconvened, transforming into a statue of the Azure Dragon and a statue of the White Tiger.

Qin Shou then scratched his head, seemingly dissatisfied, and after surveying the surroundings, his gaze finally landed on a one-meter-tall tree in a corner of the great hall. The tree looked incredibly familiar to him—it was a Ginseng Fruit Tree! He then asked the Kunpeng Patriarch, "Patriarch, is it okay to move that tree somewhere else?"

The moment the Kunpeng Patriarch saw the Rabbit eyeing the Ginseng Fruit Tree, his eyelids noticeably twitched, and his first instinct was to refuse!

But upon hearing that the Rabbit simply wanted to relocate the Ginseng Fruit Tree, he gave a grunt, which was taken as an agreement.

The Kunpeng Patriarch then saw the Rabbit scurry over, moving the enormous potted plant as well.

It was then that everyone noticed Qin Shou with the Azure Dragon statue on his left, the White Tiger statue on his right, and leaning against the Ginseng Fruit Tree at his back; it looked utterly bizarre.

Jimeng couldn’t help but ask, "Rabbit, what exactly are these things?"

Qin Shou proudly raised his head and said, "You only know how to play cards, oblivious to the inside tricks. Look at me, with Azure Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right, and the money-making tree at my back! With the gods protecting me, it would be hard to lose today! Ha ha... get ready to sell your underwear!"

Jimeng was taken aback... then his face turned indescribably strange.

The Kunpeng Patriarch’s hand trembled, the teacup in his grip shattered with a snap, and he gritted his teeth, "Rabbit, did you smash the Haiyun Buddha Wood just for such an auspicious setup?"

Qin Shou nodded as a matter of course, "Yeah... *hic*... otherwise? *hic*... Uh, Mutou’s energy is really strong, I’ve been burping non-stop."

The Kunpeng Patriarch, after listening, tremblingly said, "Why didn’t you say so earlier? I could have given you something else to smash, couldn’t I?"

Qin Shou asserted proudly, "You didn’t say anything either, right? Besides, I did ask you, didn’t I? What’s wrong? Is it expensive? If it’s expensive, why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t necessarily need that table. Actually, just a lump of dirt would do."

Hearing this, the Kunpeng Patriarch almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood with anger... but ultimately, he held back.

Jimeng too wore a face of utter dismay, saying, "Rabbit, you could’ve asked for Azure Dragon, White Tiger, or a fortune tree, why didn’t you tell us? I could’ve caught you a live one as well! Damn it, even a live one wouldn’t be as valuable as that table!"

Qin Shou was astonished; he hadn’t expected that a table he’d picked at random would turn out to be even more valuable than real Azure Dragons and White Tigers.

So Qin Shou leaned in and asked, "The live ones you mentioned, are they the first two?"

Jimeng’s expression instantly froze. The first two? Those are ancient gods! Ancestors from the same era as Nvwa! Capture them? Are you out of your mind?

"Alright, alright, enough. Let’s play cards," the Kunpeng Patriarch intervened in a timely manner, putting a halt to the conversation for Jimeng.

After a murmur of acknowledgment, Jimeng said, "Rabbit, I’m just afraid your little totem won’t be able to protect you today."

Upon hearing this, Qin Shou responded with supreme arrogance, "Impossible! I’ve been watching others play cards since I was young. You’ve only been learning for a few days? Today, I am going to win a grand slam!"

Jimeng just chuckled darkly, staying silent.

The Kunpeng Patriarch, meanwhile, gave a wickedly charming smile......

From beginning to end, Fang Ya had been sitting quietly, with one long leg crossed over the other, elegantly sipping tea, watching Qin Shou flounder. He had no intention of stopping Qin Shou, nor any inclination to intercede.

Since the game had started, Qin Shou also collected his thoughts, focusing intently on drawing and playing cards...

In the beginning, Qin Shou was full of pride and boundless confidence.

However, it didn’t take long for Qin Shou to realize that his mahjong skills, honed painstakingly on Earth, were utterly novice compared to these ancient demons who had lived for who knows how many years. Jimeng was practically showing off by winning in a variety of ways, and Qin Shou’s chips on the table quickly dwindled by more than half...

"Rabbit, why are you sweating? Are you scared of losing?" Jimeng, noticing Qin Shou’s frustrated appearance and taking some petty delight, chuckled.

Qin Shou, with a face as dark as thunder, said, "You’re the one scared of losing! I, on my left, Azure Dragon; on my right, White Tiger; backed by the fortune tree, will eventually have my turn of luck!"

The Kunpeng Patriarch, seeing Rabbit losing miserably, casually smiled and said, "Rabbit, with our strength, changing the time and space of an area is not a problem. What seems like three days to you can, if we so wish, be extended to three years, thirty years, three hundred thousand years, or even three million years.

Mortal minds can only ponder one thing at a moment, while our mind and soul, vast and expansive, can consider the happenings of all living beings under the vast starry sky, as well as develop countermeasures.

This mahjong, though somewhat complex for mortals, is transparent to us at a glance, revealing all of its permutations.

Mahjong is like a chess game to us; we have already seen through the past and future. How could you hope to win?"

Qin Shou was dumbfounded... He had completely forgotten about this.

Put simply, the brains of these old demons were like supercomputers, while mahjong has a finite set of algorithms. They just need to sit there and seriously strategize for a bit, and they’d have the whole gamut of mahjong strategies at their fingertips. That was bad enough, but while everyone played, it was only Qin Shou who earnestly tried to keep track of the cards and could even guess the potential of a dozen or so cards. These old folks could simply glance over and pretty much pinpoint the location of all the cards, figuring out the most cost-effective way to win!

Realizing this, Qin Shou subconsciously touched his behind, remembering that he wasn’t even wearing underwear... Was he going to end up losing so badly that he’d be stripped to the skin?