Halfway there, Qing Yan was called away by Grandma. They went to the Sikong family's library to see if they could find more ways to deal with the Blood Rakshasa.
"Then should we still try?" Shadow Six looked at the poison and torture tools left behind by Qing Yan and was a little hesitant about what to do next.
Shadow Thirteen was much harder-hearted than him. He said firmly, "Of course we have to try. One more person to think of a way means one more chance of success."
Shadow Six whispered, "Didn't they say it's a child? Could it be that they really treat it like this?"
Shadow Thirteen did not know how to answer. Shadow Six was a sacrificial soldier. Sacrificial soldiers were hard-hearted, but Shadow Six was not. Shadow Thirteen silently picked up the poison and torture tools on the ground and walked towards the courtyard where Little Rakshasa was imprisoned.
