Feeling the cold breath against the back of his neck, Sang Ji shuddered subconsciously.
But he didn't dare tremble too violently, for fear that if he moved too much, he would bump into the knife and cut his neck, which was not very thick.
"We can talk it over, we can talk it over, don't do anything..."
Sang Ji begged for mercy in a low voice, and there was no trace of the look on his face when he was cursing in Dayong dialect just now.
This is a man who knows the current affairs. Wei Yunlan and others reached a consensus on this.
"answer."
"..." Sang Ji recalled the question just now, quietly observed the expressions of the people in front of him, and finally his eyes stayed on their black pupils for a moment. He gritted his teeth and explained in a low voice: "I can speak the language of Rakshasa because I have Rakshasa blood. My mother... is from Rakshasa!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a light suddenly came on in the dark cellar.
With the help of the lights, Wei Yunlan and the other four saw the appearance of the "little thief" in front of them. At first glance, he was no different from the person they met in Mosan Country, but after a closer look, they found that his facial features were more delicate, and...
Wei Yunlan pulled off the turban wrapped around his head. Under the gray turban was a head with very little hair.
Men in Mosan, like those in Dayong, also grew their hair long. The "little thief" in front of him was clearly in his early teens, but his hair was shaved clean off, with only a small patch of newly grown hair visible at the back of his head where he couldn't shave.
The stubble was not brown, but black, the same color as Wei Yunlan and others' hair.
When his headscarf was pulled off, Sangji dodged subconsciously at first. But when his eyes met five pairs of black eyes that were exactly the same as his mother's, he was suddenly stunned.
Mouth opened in surprise.
His brown eyes showed emotion and excitement, "You are from the Rakshasa Kingdom, right?"
Hearing the question from the brown-eyed, black-haired boy in front of him, a hint of realization flashed in Wei Yunlan's eyes.
All the vague guesses made before were confirmed at this moment.
In the northwestern countries, there lived a group of people who had the same black hair and black eyes as them. These people all came from the country called "Rakshasa" and they must have considerable power, otherwise the young prince of the Mosan Prince's Palace would not be so wary of him.
Even if they want to arrest someone in their own territory, they dare not do it openly and can only do it secretly.
Wei Yunlan didn't believe that Luosha Kingdom and Dayong had no connection. After all, in addition to the same dark black eyes, they also had a similar language.
Even if the pronunciation is slightly different, at least they can understand what each other is saying.
"What's your name?" Wei Yunlan's icy voice softened a little.
"Sangji." Sangji raised his eyelids and answered truthfully.
Wei Yunlan stared at his face for a moment, "Untie him first."
Chen Yan cut the ropes tied to Sang Ji's hands and feet with one knife.
His limbs had regained their freedom. Perhaps because he had been kneeling on the ground for some time, when he suddenly stood up, Sangji could not help but sway.
Chen Yan helped him up and after he stood firmly, he looked at the five pairs of dark eyes in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a sore nose and his tone seemed to be a little aggrieved, "Why didn't you come earlier..."
"If you had come earlier, my mother and my brothers and sisters might not have died..."
Sang Ji's eyes were red, and without waiting for Wei Yunlan and others to ask questions, he took the initiative to explain his life story like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.
According to him, his mother was a Luosha nationality, and was unfortunately captured and taken to Shahe City twelve years ago, and has lived a life of captivity ever since. He is his mother's first child, and the only one who does not have both black hair and black eyes. The four brothers and sisters who were born after him all have black hair and black eyes, and were taken away from their mother before they were even one year old.
He never saw his brothers and sisters again, and his mother also told him that all the brothers and sisters who were taken away died in Prince Shahe's mansion, and none of them could have survived.
Sang Ji was crying as he spoke. He grabbed Chen Yan and Wang Lu's sleeves with trembling shoulders, and his body was shaking with sobs.
Even the most hard-hearted person would feel pity when seeing him like this.
Zou Yun, who usually had a stern face, couldn't help but soften his expression when he saw him like this.
"So you don't have any other relatives in Shahe City now?"
Sang Ji's face was slightly tense, and a trace of numb pain flashed across his brows. He shook his head vigorously and answered decisively: "No."
Obviously, this answer is not true.
Even if he didn't tell the truth, everyone could guess that his father must be a Mosan. Otherwise, how to explain his brown eyes and his appearance that was almost the same as that of a Mosan? Where did it come from?
Wei Yunlan did not completely believe Sang Ji's words. His pain and sorrow were real, but the way he behaved seemed more like an attempt to incite them to work for him.
"Sangji, why did your mother and brothers and sisters die?"
Sanji was silent for a moment.
Then he lowered his eyes and gritted his teeth, "They died because their blood was taken away."
"What?"
Facing five pairs of shocked eyes, Sang Ji nodded and said, "Every once in a while, someone would take a bowl of blood from my mother. My mother said that my younger brothers and sisters were taken away by them for the same purpose."
"There was one time two years ago when they took three bowls of blood from my mother. My mother didn't survive the night."
"What?" No wonder.
That would explain everything.
Sange wanted to arrest them because of their black hair and black eyes.
He coveted their blood.
Inside the cellar, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
What lies before everyone is a very thorny problem.
What is the difference between the blood of a person with black hair and black eyes and that of other people?
Why does Prince Shahe's Mansion want the blood of someone with black hair and black eyes?
If they don't figure this out, their days in the Northwest countries will be dangerous. If they are not careful, they will be targeted.
"Why aren't you talking..."
Sang Ji wiped away tears, raised his eyes to look at Wei Yunlan and the others, and said with sobs: "My mother and my brothers and sisters died so tragically. Before my mother passed away, she was so weak that only bones were left in her body, and her face was paler than paper. My brothers and sisters were so young, and they had to have their skin cut and their blood taken away..."
"You want us to avenge you." Wei Yunlan interrupted the incessant crying and looked at the brown-eyed boy in front of him with scrutiny.
He was smart, but too impatient and made his intentions too obvious.
After Wei Yunlan directly exposed his thoughts, Sang Ji's tone was slightly hesitant, then he gritted his teeth and nodded in acknowledgement.
"Yes, I want you to help me get revenge!"
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