Bad luck.
Bad luck?
Wei Yunlan was very sure that he was not hallucinating. He really heard the word "bad luck" from the mouth of the little thief in front of him.
This is the Dayong language that they can understand!
The alley was silent and deserted. Apart from the sound of the thief's wrist being pinched and he gasped, there was no other sound.
Wei Yunlan winked at Zou Yun, and Zou Yun twisted the thief's hands behind his back, held him hand and walked forward a few steps.
With the help of moonlight, they could finally see clearly that the thief who tried to steal their purses was a teenager in his early ten years old, who looked much younger than Wei Mingxuan.
Maybe it was because he was still young, unlike the people here whose skin had become dry and yellow due to wind and sun, his little face was not only tender but also exceptionally fair.
Under the moonlight, Wei Yunlan focused his gaze on the "little thief's" eyes. Unlike the expected black eyes, the little thief had a pair of brown-red eyes, no different from most people here.
Zou Yun, who was holding his hands, freed one hand and tried to tear off the turban on his head, but he bent over and dodged it. Then he mumbled something, as if he was defending himself.
Unfortunately, Wei Yunlan and Zou Yun couldn't understand a word of this defense.
Although the road was quiet, the streets and buildings in the north of the city were densely packed and crowded. There was no guarantee that someone might have noticed the noise behind a seemingly deserted wall or window.
Don't stay for long.
Wei Yunlan winked at Zou Yun.
Before the "little thief" could open his mouth to defend himself, a knife slashed at the back of his neck.
His eyes rolled back and he was about to fall backwards.
Wei Yunlan and Zou Yun hurriedly held his arms, one on each side, and "supported" him, who had already lost consciousness, and quickly walked through the narrow and deserted roads.
When I got back, the child from Mizhu's family next door was playing in front of the house with the ball she had just exchanged for dried moss flowers. Children from several nearby families had basically gathered around, and it was not lively.
Wei Yunlan and Zou Yun deliberately went around a little further to avoid the children and climbed back from the back of the house.
"You are finally back."
Hearing the noise coming from the window, the three people waiting in the room breathed a sigh of relief. Chen Yan stood up and said, "If you don't come back, Wang Lu and I will go out to look for you..."
Before he finished speaking, he walked to the window and saw that Zou Yun had brought back an unconscious teenager on his back. "Why did you bring back another person?"
The three people in the room cast puzzled glances at Wei Yunlan and Zou Yun.
"He wanted to steal the money from us."
"He can speak Dayong dialect."
After just two simple explanations, the people in the room couldn't help but open their eyes wide in surprise.
What does it mean that a pillow appears when you are sleepy?
That's it.
…
The moon was high in the sky, and the people who had been outside in the evening had already returned home to rest.
The noisy north of the city finally became quiet late at night.
The moonlight filtered through the window into the dusty room, but it could not reach the cellar where the wine was stored.
This was what Heiyun and Xuerong had just discovered in the house while they were waiting for Wei Yunlan and Zou Yun today. The entrance was next to the kitchen door in the house. Walking down the steps, they could see the wooden shelves stacked inside, as well as some bottles and jars scattered on the shelves.
Chen Yan and Wang Lu came down to take a look in the evening. Most of the bottles and jars on the shelves were wine, and more than half of them smelled similar to the mulberry wine they saw at the banquet in the prince's mansion yesterday.
At this time, this wine cellar was used to imprison "thieves".
It’s not that I’m afraid he will run away, but this place is just the right place to block out the sound, so as to prevent the servants from making too much noise when they wake up and attract the attention of the neighbors next door.
…
Sangji only remembered that he was anxiously explaining to the two women in front of him that he was just very hungry and wanted to steal their iron coins to buy bread.
Of course it's fake.
But as long as you say it in a pitiful way and add a few growls in your stomach, it is enough to awaken a woman's sympathy.
Although it was a good idea, before he could finish his words, he felt a pain in his neck and lost consciousness.
When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was no longer the alley near the market, but a completely unfamiliar and dark environment!
Damn it, those two women are even more cruel than him.
He just wanted to steal money, but they kidnapped him!
"Is… is anyone there?"
Realizing that his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't break free, Sangji could only shout.
After a while, footsteps were heard above my head.
After the series of deep and shallow footsteps stopped, Sangji was shocked to find that in the pitch-black darkness, there were five pairs of bright eyes around him.
“……”These people didn’t even turn on the lights.
He doesn't look like a good person at first glance.
Sangji shrank his shoulders, lowered his head, and met the two pairs of green and white eyes again. He immediately trembled even more violently.
"Who are you?"
"Why did you tie me up here?"
"I really didn't steal your money, please let me go!"
"I will never dare to do it again, really, please..."
Sangji begged for mercy pitifully.
However, Wei Yunlan and the other four people standing in front of him could not understand the language of Mosan at all.
This begging for mercy is just like speaking to a deaf person.
After a series of pleas for mercy, none of the five people in front of him responded and continued to stare at him with scrutiny. Sangji became more and more uneasy.
I became more and more impatient.
"Why don't you guys talk? Why are you just staring at me and not answering me?"
Still no one responded, and in a rage, he couldn't help but curse, "What a bunch of deaf people!"
"Don't you understand what people are saying?"
"Why are you pretending to be dumb here!"
After cursing three times in a row, Sangji finally felt a lot better.
At this moment, he noticed that the five people in front of him had inexplicable expressions in their eyes, which was quite different from when he had just begged for mercy...
Although he felt guilty, he comforted himself.
It doesn’t matter. These people can’t understand the curse words he said anyway, so what’s the point?
Don't scare yourself!
But just the next moment after he had comforted himself.
A somewhat cold male voice sounded in my ears.
"Go on, why don't you curse?"
Hearing this, Sangji's eyes suddenly widened.
The person in front of me finally spoke, but what he said, how...
He gasped and asked in surprise, "How come you can speak Rakshasa language?"
Rakshasa language?
Wei Yunlan went over these three unfamiliar words in his mind.
Instead of answering the question, he gently pressed the cold blade in his hand against the back of Sangji's neck and asked coldly, "Why did you say that?"
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