The Miracle Doctor's Two-Faced Toddler

Chapter 891 Smart Yan Xiaobao!

Chapter 891  Smart Yan Xiaobao!

Xiaobao stopped in his tracks and blinked. "Eh? Where's Little Brother?" He walked forward and asked the frightened young beggar, "Little brother, have you seen my little brother?"

The young beggar was scared to death by that little thing. When he saw a child of about the same age, his soul was about to leave his body. He didn't even hear what Xiaobao asked. He screamed and scrambled away!

"Huh?" Xiaobao scratched his head and looked in the direction of the carriage in confusion. He didn't understand what had happened. Why did his 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, "Little Brother left!"

"Yes, I saw it." Yu Wan nodded. She stroked Xiaobao's head and looked in the direction where Little Rakshasa had left. It was dark and it had long hidden in the night. For a moment, it was really difficult to say where it had gone.

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

Xiaobao looked back three times with every step, but he did not see his little brother until he got into the carriage.

The news of an evil being appearing in the Nether Capital and sucking an adult man into a dried corpse could not escape the Sang family's spies distributed in the city. Almost as soon as the commoners became restless, the Sang family's spies received the news. Little Rakshasa came and left quickly. When the Sang family's spies arrived at the location, there was no sign of Little Rakshasa. However, the dried corpse was still there. They transported the corpse back and personally carried it to Master Sang.

Master Sang looked at the corpse in the courtyard and frowned deeply. "This was found in the city?"

"Yes," said a Sang family's guard dressed as a merchant. "In front of a tea shop on Baishui Street."

"Baishui Street?" Master Sang frowned. He squatted down and carefully examined the corpse. From the wounds and the situation of the corpse's death, it seemed to be done by the Blood Rakshasa. However, the Blood Rakshasa was at a critical juncture in his breakthrough. It was impossible for him to leave the Sang family.

"Who is the culprit?" Master Sang asked.

The guard dressed as a merchant said, "I asked the commoners present and they all said that it's a child. He's about three years old and is thin. He's wearing inappropriate clothes and the material is very luxurious."

The rest was nonsense. The front was the main point.

Master Sang frowned even more tightly. "What did you say? It's a child?"

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

"How can it be a child?" Master Sang muttered suspiciously. This was even more ridiculous than the Sang Family's ancestor secretly leaving the forbidden area. It was just that the other party was actually a child. In that case, it was a little Rakshasa?

Master Sang was puzzled. "Strange, the secret manual to cultivate the Blood Rakshasa is in the Sang family. Only the Sang family can refine the Blood Rakshasa. Where did that little thing come from?"

"Could it be… that the Sikong family also refined a Blood Rakshasa?" The guard dressed as a merchant asked.

This guess was quickly denied by Master Sang. "That's impossible. There's only one secret manual and it's already been obtained by the Sang family. It's impossible for the Sikong family to refine a Blood Rakshasa! Besides, even if they want to refine it, the Sikong family won't use a child to refine it…"

"But we… didn't refine a second Blood Rakshasa…" The guard dressed as a merchant was considered Master Sang's trusted aide. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken on an important position. He knew everything about the Blood Rakshasa. He really couldn't remember when they had refined another Blood Rakshasa.

It was not that he had never tried it before, but… the Blood Rakshasa's territorial awareness was very strong and would not allow another of his kind to appear beside him. The Blood Rakshasa that the Sang family had secretly refined had been killed by the Sang family's ancestor.

Master Sang had always firmly believed that other than the Sang family, no one could refine a Blood Rakshasa. If they did not refine it, there was only one possibility.

Master Sang looked in the direction of the forbidden area and narrowed his eyes. "I was wondering why he went crazy a few days ago and even clamored for me to let him out… So he lost the Rakshasa he raised? Heh, he hid it really well!"

The guard dressed as a merchant looked at the forbidden area strangely and then at Master Sang. His eyes widened. "Master, you mean…"

Master Sang did not answer him, nor did he think about how the Blood Rakshasa had raised a little Rakshasa under his nose. These processes were not important, the outcome was.

He smiled smugly. "It's all thanks to that little thing running away. It was in a hurry to find it and let itself break through all of a sudden… After such a big thing happened, our Sang family received the news. The Sikong family must also know about it soon. Little Rakshasa can't fall into their hands, or it will be troublesome. Hurry up and bring people to find Little Rakshasa. No matter what, you have to capture it!"

Everyone exchanged glances and took out the blood pills they had prepared beforehand and placed them on the ground.

"Yes!"

"Wait!" Master Sang thought of something and instructed, "Do it in secret. Don't alert the Sikong family."

The Sikong family might not be able to guess the matter of the little Rakshasa so quickly, but if they searched with great fanfare, it would arouse the Sikong family's suspicion. He did not want to complicate matters at the critical moment of the ancestor's breakthrough.

The guard dressed as a merchant weighed the pros and cons. He chose a few smart guards and a middle-grade Asura King who had suppressed his strength and left without stopping.

Since the Sang family had refined the Blood Rakshasa, they had a way to find it. As expected, they found traces of the little Rakshasa in less than an hour.

Little Rakshasa was sitting on a desolate ancient well, his legs hanging in the well as he swayed.

If not for the movement of the blood compass, it was not difficult for the Sang family's guards to imagine that this thin and pitiful little Rakshasa would be a ferocious and ruthless little Rakshasa.

Everyone exchanged glances and took out the blood pills they had prepared beforehand and placed them on the ground.

Little Rakshasa smelled the fragrance of the blood pills and turned its head. When it saw that it was the blood pills, it jumped over and picked up the blood pills one by one with its little hands. When it picked up half of them, it saw an iron cage.

It instantly went berserk and bared its teeth as it threw out all the blood pills! However, it was too late. The black iron net at the top had already fallen on it.

If it was at its peak, it could tear through such a net with its bare hands. However, most of its strength had been sealed by the Longevity Technique, so it could only fall to the ground and roll out!

The experts of the Sang family did not know the little Rakshasa's original strength. They were still lamenting at their speed that they had let this little thing escape.

Fortunately, they still had a backup plan.

The experts drew the crossbows they carried with them. These were weapons specially used to restrain the Blood Rakshasa. The arrows that covered the sky shot out, forming a dense rain of arrows in midair.

Little Rakshasa was shot in the back and fell heavily to the ground. It pounced forward for a full seven to eight feet and its body was scraped before it finally hit the corner of the wall.

The pain caused by the black iron arrow was fatal. Little Rakshasa's face turned pale and its body trembled slightly.

The experts of the Sang family walked forward and looked at it expressionlessly. Because they were worried that it would counterattack, they did not grab it with their hands. Instead, they took a black iron hook, hooked its lute bone, and dragged it on the ground.

Blood trailed all over the ground.

Little Rakshasa was in pain.

Just as the experts of the Sang family were about to drag Little Rakshasa into the iron cage, Little Rakshasa, who was about to faint, suddenly had the strength to grab a hook and jump up, knocking down the experts of the Sang family.

It bit off the chain on the hook and escaped with a whoosh.

"Chase after him!" The guard dressed as a merchant shouted!

Little Rakshasa's body was dripping with blood. This was really not difficult to track. When Little Rakshasa passed through an alley and arrived at the entrance, it was suddenly hit by an iron rod.

The Sang family's expert pounced on him. Little Rakshasa gritted his teeth and jumped onto the roof. The experts chased after it. Little Rakshasa had lost too much blood and fell off the roof. The black iron arrow on its back and the iron hook on its lute bone were embedded deeper into its body.

It half lay on the ground and struggled a few times, unable to get up again.

It whimpered in despair.

The experts of the Sang family followed the smell of blood in the air and came to the place where Little Rakshasa had fallen. However, they angrily realized that someone had beaten them to it. They saw a carriage stop in front of the alley. The coachman jumped down, wrapped Little Rakshasa in his coat, and carried him into the carriage.

The four horses used by the carriage were all high-grade horses. It was not tiring for them to chase after them, but they still caught up in the end.

They blocked the carriage's path.

The guard dressed as a merchant said, "Hand it over! Otherwise, I won't be polite to you!"

"Hand… hand over what?" Jinghong asked guiltily. He looked at the citizens around him and mustered his courage. "There-there-there are so many people watching. Which family are you from? Why are you stopping my carriage?"

The guard dressed as a merchant did not want to talk nonsense with him. He stepped into the carriage, lifted the curtain, and coldly removed the coat that covered the little Rakshasa!

Xiaobao stuck out his tongue at him.

Lo-lo-lo-lo!

The guard's eyes darkened. "Oh no! We've been tricked!"