He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 4: Reencounter at the Gambling Den, Misfortune Strikes Again

The two buried the little beggar and returned to their settlement.

Several beggars were talking together in the courtyard when they saw two people come in carrying a large, fat weasel. Their eyes immediately glued to the animal, their envy impossible to hide.

"Wow, a weasel? Good heavens, it's huge!"

"If you sold this hide, it would be worth quite a bit of money, right? And the flesh is thick enough too."

......

Several beggars gathered around, talking amongst themselves, their eyes fixed on the weasel.

A young beggar with a pointed snout and monkey-like face, named Skinny Monkey, reached directly for the weasel, grinning and saying, "Share is share, right? It's so big, you two can't finish it, share some with us?"

As soon as he spoke, the others, as if given a command, immediately chimed in, "That's right, that's right! We're all brothers, we should share the good times!"

Qin Chuan slapped the outstretched hand away with a crisp "smack," neither too hard nor too soft, but very decisive.

He gave the beggar a cold look.

The beggar with the pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks froze on his face, his hand hanging in mid-air, unsure whether to let go or not.

"Have you been to the mass grave?" Qin Chuan asked.

No one answered.

"Did you dig the pit? Did you bury the people? Did you capture the weasel?"

He looked at them one by one. The beggars avoided his gaze, turned their heads away sheepishly, and none of them dared to respond.

Qin Chuan didn't want to say another word. He picked up the weasel and turned to walk towards the back of the house.

He doesn't consider himself a bad person, but he's never been a particularly virtuous one either.

If you want his goodwill, you have to at least do something that he can accept.

Unfortunately, none of these people in front of me were there.

Seeing Qin Chuan and Wang the Cripple disappear behind the house, the skinny monkey spat on the ground.

"What's so great about it? It's just a lucky break, picking up a weasel."

"Yeah, yeah, what are you pretending for? It's not like I've never eaten meat before." Someone nearby chimed in.

Skinny Monkey didn't reply. He squinted at Qin Chuan's back, then glanced at the several equally resentful teenagers in front of him. His eyes darted around, and a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

He raised his hand and gestured to the group, pointing his thumb towards the corner.

Several heads immediately understood and gathered around the wall, whispering amongst themselves.

When the conversation got to the important part, someone chuckled softly, only to be slapped on the back of the head by someone else, signaling them to be quiet.

......

The next day, nearing afternoon,

The scene outside Chang Sheng Casino was much busier than in the morning, with more gamblers coming and going.

In a corner not far away,

Several copper coins had appeared in the broken bowl in front of Qin Chuan, scattered at the bottom of the bowl. These were the coins he had begged for that day.

It wasn't much, but enough to pay the taxes and allow me to buy two mixed-grain steamed buns to fill my stomach.

Although the "Beggar" class has evolved into the "Luck Thief," the effects of the "Beggar" skill have not disappeared.

This allowed him to still be able to read people's expressions and accurately pick out those gamblers who had won money, were in a good mood, and were willing to give a couple of coins without hesitation.

Just then, a somewhat familiar figure approached from afar.

Qin Chuan squinted and looked closely, and found that it was the young man who had stepped in dog poop yesterday.

Today, the man was wearing a brand-new royal blue satin robe, with a black leather belt trimmed with silver around his waist, and thick-soled cloth shoes.

He walked with such high spirits.

Upon seeing this, Qin Chuan immediately understood.

This person must have won yesterday, and won quite a lot.

In that case,

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Chuan immediately put away the copper coins in the bowl, leaned over, cupped his hands, and smiled.

"Congratulations, sir, on your resounding victory at the casino!"

Hearing the voice, the man turned around and saw that it was Qin Chuan who spoke. He smiled and said, "I remember you, the little beggar from yesterday."

As they spoke, the man took a small piece of silver from his purse and tossed it to Qin Chuan.

"Sir, I keep my word. If you win money, you'll be well rewarded!"

Qin Chuan took the silver, his expression showing some surprise.

He expected the man to tip him, but he didn't expect him to be so generous.

You should know that the piece of silver he held was worth at least two taels.

To put it in perspective, that's equivalent to more than two thousand copper coins.

Two thousand coins was enough for him to hand over all the money to the Iron Hand Gang and still live a comfortable life without worrying about food and drink for quite some time.

Qin Chuan was taken aback, then bowed deeply, repeatedly saying, "Thank you for your generous reward, sir! You are incredibly generous, sir! You are invincible!"

The man laughed heartily, waved his hand, and was about to turn and re-enter the gambling den when he suddenly stopped, turned back, and looked Qin Chuan up and down. With interest, he asked, "Little beggar, you said yesterday I'd stepped in dog poop with good luck, and it really came true. Now, can you tell me if I can continue winning today?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan wanted to immediately utter a few auspicious words, such as "Master, you are radiant with good fortune and will surely win for three consecutive days" or "The God of Wealth will follow you." These were words that could be spoken without hesitation, pleasing others and without any risk.

But as he was about to speak, his gaze inadvertently fell on the man's face.

To be precise, it landed near the man's forehead.

The passive skill of sensing luck suddenly came into play.

This time, Qin Chuan could sense that above the man's forehead, there was a faint, dark gray mist, like a cumulonimbus cloud on a cloudy day, pressing down heavily and slowly wriggling.

This is a sign of bad luck!

Seeing that Qin Chuan remained silent, the man urged, "Why aren't you saying anything? What, do you think the reward from the master isn't enough?"

Qin Chuan originally intended to make up a few nice-sounding lines, take the money, and leave, since the man's wins and losses in the gambling den were none of his business.

Considering that he gave me copper coins yesterday and rewarded me with silver today, he can be considered a kind person.

He felt a little guilty if he took something from someone and didn't say anything.

Qin Chuan took a deep breath and lowered his voice, saying, "Master, if I may be so bold as to say it, you'd better not go in today."

The man's smile froze: "What do you mean?"

Qin Chuan carefully chose his words, trying not to sound too harsh: "I can see a musty smell on your forehead. You've already won quite a bit yesterday, so know when to stop. If you go back in..."

Upon hearing this, the man's face immediately darkened.

He touched his forehead, then looked at Qin Chuan's dirty face, a flash of annoyance in his eyes: "What do you, a mere beggar, know about bad luck?"

Qin Chuan did not argue, but lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice, "I am just telling the truth. If you believe me, then believe me; if you don't, then just pretend I farted."

Just as the man was about to say something, a man came out of the gambling den and greeted him, "Young Master Liu, what are you doing standing there? We're just waiting for you."

"Hey, here I am."

Upon hearing this voice, Liu Ding glanced at Qin Chuan, then shook his head and walked directly into the gambling den.

Why should I get angry with this little beggar?

What could a beggar child possibly know? He's probably just being mysterious to get more money.

He walked toward the gambling den, his figure disappearing behind the curtain.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan did not make any unnecessary movements.

Everything that needed to be said has been said.

That's all he can do.

Whether you believe it or not is that person's business.