The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

   Chapter 589 [V444] The Truth of Blood Rakshasa

In the    study, except for Ying Six and Ying Thirteen, all the people staring at the portrait showed incredible expressions.

   Qingyan opened his mouth and hesitated, but finally said: "Then what... Ying Liu, are you sure you drew it right?"

  Yingliu put down his pen, widened his eyes and said, "How could I draw wrong? My drawing skills are very good!"

   This is a big truth. In order to become a more perfect scout, Yingliu’s calligraphy and painting are all inherited from famous masters in Yancheng, not to mention the true biography of famous masters, but at least one portrait is not a problem.

  Qingyan thought for a while: "Then...that's why you remembered the appearance wrong?"

   Qingyan still couldn't believe that the blood rakshasa in the forbidden area turned out to be the face on the portrait.

In fact, Ying Thirteen was also surprised, but he has been with Ying Liu for many years, and he understands Ying Liu's ability better than anyone else. After seeing a person's appearance, it is difficult for ordinary people to recall accurately when they close their eyes. Ying Liu is different. He has received special training. As long as he wants to, he can remember any face he has seen.

  Yuegou scratched his head: "Why do I think he looks familiar?"

  Qingyan said: "Nonsense! Of course it looks familiar! We have seen someone similar to him, have you forgotten?"

   "Oh." Moon hook didn't remember.

   On the other hand, the Sikong Patriarch said in a daze: "How could it be him?"

  Yingliu heard his words, looked at Yan Jiuchao, then looked at him again: "Patriarch Sikong, do you know this person?"

   Family Master Sikong didn't rush to answer Ying Liu's words, but looked at Yan Jiuchao beside him: "Jiu Chao, do you think he looks familiar?"

   "Familiar." Yan Jiuchao said.

   Grandma is also familiar, but unlike the rest of the people present, he has not seen someone similar to Blood Rakshasa, but has seen a portrait of this person in the library of Sikong's house.

  Patriarch Sikong stared at the portrait for a long time, then Fang sighed and said, "If my guess is correct, he is the previous patriarch of the Sang family and the ancestor of the Sang family, Sang Qiuhan."

When Qingyan and Yuegou first strayed into the forbidden area of ​​the Sang family, they had seen the head of the Sang family and the saint who had been disguised. The reason why Yuegou and Qingyan felt familiar was because the blood rakshasa in the portrait was a little older. I met the Sang family master that night.

Ying Liu and Ying Thirteen turned back to the forbidden area this time, and Ying Thirteen also saw the face of the Sang family leader, but Ying Liu, who was behind him, did not see it, so Ying Liu did not know that his portrait collided with the Sang family leader. face.

   As for Yan Jiuchao, he went to the Sang family in an open and honest way and dealt with the head of the Sang family.

   Yan Jiuchao's gaze fell on the portrait, thoughtfully.

Ying Liu asked strangely: "Why is this? The Sang family has turned their ancestor into a blood rakshasa? No, no, according to the Sang family, he is voluntary! This ancestor, is he crazy? Why did he make himself inhuman and ghostly? Isn't it good to live well? Do you have to be a blood rakshasa?"

   This question, I am afraid that only the Sikong family can answer the question for everyone. Everyone looked at the Sikong family, expecting him to answer their questions. The Sikong family did not expect such a thing to happen to the Sang family.

The secret refining of the high-level Shura King is enough to make people stunned, and then it was revealed that he raised Yin Gu and Blood Rakshasa. The Sikong Patriarch felt that his whole life knowledge was wasted in the Sang family, but now he has exposed an even more bizarre truth. ——The ancestor of the Sang family refined himself into a blood rakshasa!

   It can be said that there is no foreshadowing.

The head of the Sikong family remembered something he heard from his father and the elders of the Sikong family when he was young: "That was when the ancestor was young, the ancestor was Wu Chi, so was Sang Qiuhan, both of them are The pride of the family, but the Sang family at that time was not as strong as it is now. Sang Qiuhan could only accompany the ancestors as a companion. The ancestors were young and frivolous. But every time he made a mistake, Sang Qiuhan took it on his behalf."

   Speaking of this, the head of the Sikong family turned his attention to Yan Jiuchao: "I heard that the royal family in the Central Plains is also like this."

  Yan Jiuchao hummed.

   The royal son Jingui, how can there be a reason to use a whip? But it is not punishable, so there is a matter of being punished on behalf of the companion reading.

The Patriarch Sikong said, "Sang Qiuhan is not the only companion of the old ancestor, but he has been punished the most on his behalf, nothing else, just because he has the lowest status among several people. I think this was buried in the early days. There's a little danger."

  Yingliu said: "Because of this, he made himself into a blood rakshasa?"

Patriarch Sikong shook his head: "These are all trivial matters, Sang Qiuhan has good qualifications, in that generation, except for the ancestor, almost no one can tie with him, you must know that everyone else has the support of the family, He secretly invited a master and opened a small stove. Sang Qiuhan practiced on his own. Gradually, he gained the respect of the masters. The masters taught him more and more martial arts, and the children of the aristocratic families became more and more. Not his opponent, but there is one person he can never beat."

   "Ancestor Sikong?" Ying Liu asked.

Patriarch Sikong nodded: "That's right, I said earlier that my ancestor was Wu Chi, and so was Sang Qiuhan. In terms of diligence, my ancestor was not as good as Sang Qiuhan, but sometimes, the gap in talent cannot be made up by acquired efforts. Qiu Han has always refused to admit that he is inferior to others, he thinks that he has lost in resources, he is not the direct son of the Sikong family, so the masters still have reservations about him when they teach him."

   "Then...is it actually unreserved?" Ying Liu asked again.

   "Of course there are reservations." The head of the Sikong family said.

   Everyone twitched the corners of their mouths, and said they didn't lose in resources?

The head of the Sikong family said: "After all, I am not a member of the Sikong family, so some things cannot be easily passed on, but the ancestor has always been generous. When Sang Qiuhan said to him that he was only lost because he did not have a good practice, the ancestor passed on the longevity art to him. he."

   The corners of everyone's mouth twitched again, his old man is really... There is no way to describe it.

Patriarch Sikong continued: "It is worth mentioning that the ancestor was still young at that time, and he had not yet mastered the longevity art. He was only able to practice the first level, so Sang Qiuhan would lose to him, not because of the practice. Sang Qiuhan went back to practice the longevity art, and found that he couldn't practice it, so he suspected that his ancestor had given him a fake exercise. You must know that even the direct disciples of our Sikong family were not able to practice this exercise. Not to mention an outsider, the ancestor's kindness made him a donkey's liver and lungs. Later, Sang Qiuhan suffered internal injuries, and he even suspected that it was caused by the fake exercises that the ancestor gave him. Since then, Sang Qiuhan hated the ancestor. up.

Sang Qiuhan practiced martial arts hard. The ancestor practiced for one hour, and he practiced for two hours and three hours. Over the past few years, Sang Qiuhan's martial arts has indeed improved a lot, but he is still not the opponent of the ancestor, Sang Qiuhan Jealousy turned into a devil, sneaked into the library of Sikong's family, and stole the secret exercises that Sikong's family set as a top secret.

  To be honest, I have never seen that set of exercises. The Sikong family has ancestral teachings, and all the children of the Sikong family cannot practice it. I used to wonder what that was, but now, I seem to understand a little bit. It was that set of exercises that turned Sang Qiuhan into a blood rakshasa! "

   "The culprit is the Sikong family..." Qing Yan raised his eyebrows.

   Sikong's family master smiled bitterly: "Our Sikong family has kept it for many years, and we have always followed our ancestors' instructions. No one has cultivated it. Sang Qiuhan's own mental skills are not right. Is this also my Sikong family's fault?"

  Qingyan muttered: "But your Sikong family always wants to forcefully marry a saint, and it's not a good bird!"

   The owner of Sikong choked.

To be honest, the Sikong Clan did marry a lot of saintess in the past, but forced marriage... Only his grandfather was an old and confused man. His grandfather did commit an unforgivable sin, and he repented repeatedly before dying. , I'm sorry Lan family, but what's the use? People can't come back from the dead, and everything can't go back.

   "The old account will be discussed later." Yan Jiuchao said lightly, "Since the blood Rakshasa is the practice of the Sikong family, can the Sikong family deal with it?"

"No." Patriarch Sikong shook his head regretfully, perhaps, it was precisely because the blood rakshasa was too powerful and could not be suppressed, that the ancestors did not allow future generations to cultivate it, "The longevity formula can restrain one or two, but... The patriarch of the family has become a Rakshasa king, and I am afraid that even the longevity formula will be helpless."

   Yan Jiuchao's slender, jade-like fingertips tapped lightly on the table a few times: "Everything is interdependent, and the Blood Rakshasa must have its weaknesses."

   Qingyan's mind flashed: "Don't we have a little Rakshasa here? Try it, won't you be able to find the weakness of the blood Rakshasa?"

   Shadow Six: "How do you try?"

   After a quarter of an hour, Qingyan came over with a lot of sharp and cold torture tools, and there were several large bottles of poison above the torture tools.

   Shadow Six picked up an iron hook and a sharp dagger, and said unbearably, "Would it be too much to torture a child with these things?"

   Qingyan didn't speak, looked at Ying Thirteen who was beside him, Ying Thirteen stared and said, "It's not a child, it's an evil thing, and evil things have no humanity."

  Little Rakshasa swayed on the swing alone for a while, not daring to let Yan Jiuchao find out, but before Yan Jiuchao returned to the yard, he flashed back to his house and tied himself with a black iron chain.

The two Shura kings who were in a drowsy wake up suddenly. Their first reaction was to see the little Rakshasa. When they saw it was still there, they breathed a long sigh of relief. Then they saw that it was dark again. It was time for it to eat. He took out a bottle in his arms, poured a few blood pills and threw them on the ground, and then strode out.

   It's time for them to eat too.

Little Rakshasa jumped off the stool tied with the black iron chain and opened his mouth to eat the blood pills on the ground. Suddenly, a hahahaha laughter came from the yard next door, Xiao Luosha was stunned for a moment, broke free from the black iron chain and flashed out .

   The little black eggs played all afternoon, and their stomachs were growling with hunger.

  Yu Wan asked the kitchen to prepare food. He was their favorite Fu Yuanzi. Although he was not as authentic as Nanzhao, he was well-made, and the little black eggs liked it very much.

   "I want two bowls!" Xiaobao said.

   "I want three bowls!" Erbao said.

  I want four bowls! Dabao said in his heart.

   "It's two bowls." Yu Wan corrected Xiaobao angrily and funny, and glanced at the little guys, "I have dinner in a while, don't eat too much."

   After saying that, she put a small bowl for each of the three little black eggs, took a small wooden spoon and put it in it, and said softly: "Just out of the pot, be careful that it is hot."

The    stool was a bit high, and the three little black **** crawled awkwardly for a long time before finally climbing up. Afterwards, the three of them sat down in a row, grabbed the small wooden spoon, and stirred while whirring.

  Little Rakshasa stood outside the door, stuck out a small head, widened blood-red eyes, and stared at the three little black eggs without blinking...the bowl in his hand.

  Xiaobao couldn't bear his temper the most, so he scooped a small spoonful, put it to his mouth impatiently, blew it twice, and then stuffed it into his mouth.

   So hot, so hot!

   Huhu~

   Little Rakshasa opened his mouth.

  Er Bao also took a spoonful: "Mother, blow it."

  Yu Wan blew it dotingly twice and patted his head: "Okay, it's not hot anymore."

   "Yeah!" Er Bao nodded and fed a spoonful of delicious Fu Yuanzi into his mouth, so delicious that his eyes narrowed.

This bowl of Fu Yuanzi was nothing more than a meal for the three little black eggs. The three of them quickly finished eating. Yu Wan was in the backyard cleaning up the herbs to dry. Dear.

   There was no one in the room, and the little Rakshasa rushed in and landed firmly on the chair.

  It paused, didn't know what to think, then jumped down again, imitating the little black eggs, and clumsily climbed up.

   It sat down, picked up a small wooden spoon that the little black eggs had eaten, scooped it from the empty bowl, and brought it to its mouth, woohoo~

   took another scoop, sent it to the side, and waited for a while, as if someone was whining for it, it nodded, and then fed the empty spoon to its mouth, tilted its small head, and pretended to eat.

   (end of this chapter)