V2.Chapter 448

Xiaobao paused and blinked: "Huh? Where's my brother?"

He stepped forward and asked the terrified young beggar, "Little brother, have you seen little brother?"

The young beggar was frightened to death by the little thing, and when he saw a child of about the same age, he was about to lose his mind. He didn't even hear what Xiaobao asked, he screamed and ran away rolling and crawling. !

"Huh?" Xiaobao scratched his head and looked in the direction of the carriage with a confused face, as if he didn't understand what was going on. How could the little brother suddenly disappear? Why did that little brother suddenly run away?

Yu Wan also got off the carriage and walked towards Xiaobao.

Xiaobao spread his hands and said, "Brother is leaving!"

"Well, I saw it." Yu Wan nodded, stroking Xiaobao's head, and looked in the direction where Xiaoluosha was leaving. It's hard to say where it went.

Yu Wan took Xiaobao's hand and walked towards the carriage.

Xiaobao turned his head three times, but he didn't see his little brother until he got into the carriage.

The fact that something evil appeared in the city of Mingdu and sucked an adult man into a mummified corpse could not be concealed from the eyeliners of the Sang family distributed in the city. Almost as soon as the people were restless, the eyeliner of the Sang family got news, and the little Rakshasa came and went quickly. , When the Sang family's eyeliner arrived at the scene, there was no sign of the little Rakshasa, but the mummy was still there. They transported the corpse back and carried it to the head of the Sang family in person.

The Sang family looked at the corpse in the yard and frowned deeply: "Is this found in the city?"

"Yes." A Sang family guard dressed as a businessman said, "Just in front of a tea shop on Baishui Street."

"Baishui Street?" Sang Patriarch frowned, squatted down, and examined the corpse carefully. Judging from the wounds and the death of the corpse, it seemed that it was written by the Blood Rakshasa. However, the Blood Rakshasa was at a critical juncture in breaking through. , it is impossible to leave the Sang family.

"Who is the murderer?" Sang Patriarch asked.

The guard dressed as a merchant said: "My subordinate asked the people present, and they all said that it was a child, about three years old, thin and thin, wearing inappropriate clothes, and the material was very luxurious."

The back is all nonsense, the front is the point.

Patriarch Sang's brows furrowed even tighter: "What did you say? Is it a child?"

"Yes!" said the guard dressed as a merchant.

"How could it be a child?" The Sang family head murmured suspiciously, this is even more absurd than the Sang family ancestor quietly leaving the forbidden area, that is, the other party turned out to be a child, so that is a little Rakshasa?

The head of the Sang family was puzzled and said, "Strange, the secret of cultivating the blood rakshasa is in the Sang family. Only the Sang family can train the blood rakshasa. Where did that little thing come from?"

"Could it be... that the Sikong family also made a blood rakshasa?" asked the guard dressed as a merchant.

This speculation was quickly denied by the Sang family: "Impossible, there is only one secret book, and it has been obtained by the Sang family. It is impossible for the Sikong family to train the blood rakshasa! Besides, even if they want to practice, the Sikong family will not take a child. to practice..."

"But we... haven't trained the second blood rakshasa..." The guard dressed up by the merchant is also considered to be the confidant of the Sang family, otherwise he would not hold an important position. He knows everything about the blood rakshasa, he really does not want to think about it. When did they get up and practice another blood rakshasa?

If you want to try it, it’s not that you haven’t tried it, but… the blood rakshasa has a strong sense of territory and will not allow a second kind of person to appear beside him. .

The head of the Sang family has always firmly believed that except for the Sang family, no one can cultivate the blood rakshasa. If it is not for them, there is only one possibility.

Sang Patriarch looked in the direction of the forbidden area, squinted his eyes and said, "I just said how he went crazy a few days ago, and yelled at me to let him out... Is it the Rakshasa I raised that I lost? Oh, hide it. It's so tight!"

The guard dressed as a merchant looked strangely at the forbidden area, and then at the Sang family head, his eyes glared: "Patriarch, what do you mean..."

The Sang family didn't answer his words, and didn't think about how the blood rakshasa raised a little rakshasa under his own eyes. These processes are not important, but the results are important.

He smiled smugly: "Thanks to that little thing running away, it rushed to find it, and suddenly let itself break through... When such a big thing happened, our Sang family got the news, and the Sikong family must be quick too. I understand, the little Rakshasa cannot fall into their hands, otherwise it will be troublesome, you quickly bring someone to find the little Rakshasa, no matter what method you use, be sure to bring it back to me!"

"Yes!"

"Wait!"

The Sang family thought of something, and warned: "Do it in secret, don't startle the snake, let the Sikong family find out."

The Sikong family may not have guessed the matter of the little Rakshasa so quickly, but if they searched for it with great fanfare, it would make the Sikong family suspect that the old ancestor was at a critical juncture of breakthrough, and he did not want to make trouble.

The guards dressed as merchants weighed it, selected a few clever guards and the middle-level Shura King who suppressed their strength, and went non-stop.

Since the Sang family has refined the blood rakshasa, they have a way to find the blood rakshasa. Sure enough, within half an hour, they found the trace of the little rakshasa.

The little Rakshasa was sitting on a desolate ancient well, with his calves hanging in the well, swaying from time to time.

If it weren't for the movement of the blood compass, the Sang family guards would hardly have imagined that this thin and pitiful little Rakshasa would be a brutal and cruel little Rakshasa.

Everyone exchanged glances, and took out the blood pills prepared in the morning and placed them on the ground one by one.

The little Rakshasa smelled the aroma of the blood pill, turned his head with a swipe, and saw that it was the blood pill, and the queen jumped up numbly, and picked up the blood pills one by one with a small hand. It glimpsed an iron cage.

It went berserk in an instant and threw all the blood pills out!

However, it was too late, and the black iron net on the top had already fallen towards it.

In its heyday, such a net could be torn with bare hands, but now its power has been sealed by the longevity formula, and it has to roll down and roll out!

The masters of the Sang family did not know the original strength of the little Rakshasa, and they were still lamenting their speed, but they still let this little thing escape.

Luckily they have a back up.

The masters pulled out the bows and crossbows they carried with them. This was a weapon specially used to restrain the blood rakshasa. The overwhelming arrows shot out, forming a dense rain of arrows in the air.

The little Rakshasa was hit by an arrow in the back, fell heavily to the ground, and threw a full seven or eight feet forward, his body was worn out, and he finally hit the corner and stopped.

The pain the Xuan Tiejian brought to Little Rakshasa was fatal, and Little Rakshasa's entire face turned pale, and his body trembled slightly.

The masters of the Sang family stepped forward and looked at it blankly. For fear that it would fight back, they did not grab it with their hands, but took a black iron hook, hooked its pipa bone, and dragged it on the ground. stand up.

Blood was strewn all over the place.

Little Rakshasa hurts.

Just when the masters of the Sang family were about to drag the little Rakshasa into the iron cage, the little Rakshasa, who was about to faint, suddenly grabbed the hook and jumped up, knocking the masters of the Sang family down!

It snapped off the chain on the hook and swooped away!

"Come on!" shouted the guards dressed as merchants!

Little Rakshasa's body was dripping with blood, which was not difficult to track.

When Little Rakshasa crossed an alley and reached the entrance of the alley, he was suddenly beaten down by an iron rod!

The master of the Sang family rushed up, and the little Rakshasa gritted his teeth and jumped onto the roof.

The experts chased after them.

The little Rakshasa lost too much blood and fell from the roof. The black iron arrow on its back and the iron hook on the pipa bone were embedded deeper into its body.

It was half lying on the ground, struggled a few times, and couldn't get up again.

It whimpered in despair.

The masters of the Sang family followed the bloody smell in the air and came to the place where the little Rakshasa fell. However, they were annoyed to find that someone had stepped up first. They saw a carriage parked in front of the alley, and the driver jumped to the ground and wrapped himself in a coat. Little Rakshasa, hugged Little Rakshasa into the carriage.

The four horses used in the carriage were all high-class horses. They chased hard, but they caught up.

They blocked the way of the carriage.

The guard dressed as a merchant said: "Hand over the person! Otherwise, you are welcome!"

"Pay... What are you paying?" Jinghong's young disciple asked with a guilty conscience, he looked at the people around him, and said boldly, "This, this, so many people are watching, which one do you belong to? Stop my carriage. doing what?"

The guard dressed as a merchant didn't want to talk nonsense with him, he stepped into the carriage, opened the curtain, and coldly took off the coat that covered the little Rakshasa!

Xiaobao stuck out his tongue at him.

Hello, oh, oh, oh, oh!

The guard's eyes sank: "Oops! It's a trick!"