885 The Truth About the Blood Rakshasa (1)
In the study, other than Shadow Six and Shadow Thirteen, everyone who was staring at the portrait revealed looks of disbelief.
Qing Yan opened his mouth and hesitated, but in the end, he said, “Uhm… Shadow Six, are you sure you didn’t draw wrongly?”
Shadow Six put down his pen and widened his eyes. “How can I draw wrongly? My drawing skills are very good!”
This was the truth. In order to become a more perfect scout, Shadow Six’s calligraphy and painting had all been taught by a famous master in Yan City. Although he had not obtained 100% of the teachings of a famous master, at least a portrait was not a problem.
Qing Yan thought for a while. “Then… then you remembered the appearance wrongly?”
Qing Yan still could not believe that the Blood Rakshasa in the forbidden area was actually the face in the portrait.
Actually, Shadow Thirteen was also surprised. However, he had been with Shadow Six for many years and knew his ability better than anyone. After ordinary people saw a person’s face, it was very difficult to remember it accurately when they closed their eyes. Shadow Six was different. He had received special training. As long as he wanted to, he could remember any face he had seen.
Yue Gou scratched his head. “Why do I feel that he looks so familiar?”
Qing Yan said, “Nonsense! Of course he looks familiar! We’ve seen people similar to him. Have you forgotten?”
“Oh.” Yue Gou didn’t remember.
On the other hand, Master Sikong said in a daze, “Why is it him?”
When Shadow Six heard his words, he looked at Yan Jiuchao and then at him. “Master Sikong, do you know this person?”
Master Sikong was not in a hurry to answer Shadow Six. Instead, he looked at Yan Jiuchao. “Jiuchao, do you think he looks familiar?”
“He looks familiar,” Yan Jiuchao said.
Grandma also felt that he looked familiar, but unlike the others present, he had never seen someone similar to the Blood Rakshasa. Instead, he had seen a portrait of this person in the Sikong family’s library.
Master Sikong stared at the portrait for a long time before sighing and saying, “If I’m not wrong, he’s the previous family head of the previous family head of the Sang family, and also the Sang family’s ancestor, Sang Qiuhan.”
When Qing Yan and Yue Gou first entered the Sang Family’s forbidden area by mistake, they had seen Master Sang and the disguised Saintess. The reason why Yue Gou and Qing Yan felt that he looked familiar was because other than being a little older, the Blood Rakshasa in the portrait looked very similar to Master Sang they had seen that night.
Shadow Six and Shadow Thirteen returned to the forbidden area this time. Shadow Thirteen also saw Master Sang’s face, but Shadow Six, who was blocked behind him, did not see it. Therefore, Shadow Six did not know that his portrait was similar to Master Sang.
As for Yan Jiuchao, he had been to the Sang family openly and interacted with Master Sang.
Yan Jiuchao’s gaze landed on the portrait thoughtfully.
Shadow Six asked strangely, “How did this happen? The Sang family turned their ancestor into a Blood Rakshasa? No, no, from what Master Sang said, he willingly turn into that! Is this ancestor crazy? Why did he turn himself into something neither human nor ghost? Isn’t it good to live well? Why does he have to be a Blood Rakshasa?”
Only Master Sikong could answer this question. Everyone looked at Master Sikong, hoping that he could answer their doubts. Even Master Sikong did not expect such a thing to happen.
The secret refinement of a high-level Asura King was already shocking enough. After that, it was revealed that he had nurtured a Yin Gu and a Blood Rakshasa. Master Sikong felt that his entire life’s worth of knowledge had been spent on the Sang family. Unexpectedly, the even stranger truth was exposed—the Sang family’s ancestor had refined himself into a Blood Rakshasa!
But it wasn’t necessarily true that there were no signs.
Master Sikong recalled something that he had heard his father and the elders of the Sikong family mention when he was young. “That was when the Ancestor was young. The Ancestor was a martial arts fanatic, and so was Sang Qiuhan. The two of them were both geniuses of the family. However, the Sang family at that time was not as powerful as they are now. Sang Qiuhan could only accompany the Ancestor as a companion. The Ancestor was young and frivolous, so he inevitably did not listen to the teachings of the teachers and masters. However, every time he made a mistake, Sang Qiuhan would suffer on his behalf.”
At this point, Master Sikong looked at Yan Jiuchao. “I heard that the royal family of the Central Plains is also like this.”
Yan Jiuchao nodded.
The descendants of the royal family were noble, so how could they be punished with a whip and stick? Yet they had no choice but to be punished, so there was the matter of punishing the companions.
Master Sikong said, “Sang Qiuhan wasn’t the only one companion of the Ancestor, but he was the one who was punished the most. It was for no other reason than that he was the one with the lowest status among them. I think this buried a hidden danger in the early stages.”
