High Above

Sacrifice, blood sacrifice.

Even the most evil and distorted nobles of the empire would not want to have anything to do with the blood sacrifice, at least on the surface.

Harrison Port, where Ian lives, is located at the edge of the Empire's South Ridge Province, next to the Baisen Mountains and the redwood forest that stretch for thousands of miles. In addition to the imperial immigrants, there are also a large number of indigenous villages settled in the redwood forest and along the coast.

Most of these aborigines believe in primitive totems and psionic spirits, or some kind of natural phenomenon.

In addition, there are also tribes that believe in intelligent monsters, and even weird, evil and alien shapes.

No matter who these indigenous tribes believe in, they are used to blood sacrifices, and even don't mind cannibalism under special circumstances.

Although they are rumored to be very hospitable, because most of them settled in the depths of the Baisen Mountains, and no one knows why they are hospitable, few immigrants are willing to enter Qunsen and communicate with them.

——Who knows if he is a guest or if he is being hospitable?

However, Ian's uncle hooked up with these people, or in other words, was entangled in the black mushroom extract provided by the other party, and became the other party's eyeliner at the dock.

Although my uncle thought he was doing it in a secret way, Ian was smart enough before he awakened his memory to remember those weird people who acted strangely and dressed strangely

In the image that came to mind, the native who communicated with his uncle was short in stature, similar to a child, and his exposed skin was covered with complicated totem magic patterns.

Ian was just a memory, and the lines that contained strange power made him dizzy and nauseous, and the obsidian saber on the opponent's waist was even more ferocious, full of bloody smell.

After a little extrapolation and refining the key words in his memory, Ian's guess about his uncle's transactions with those dangerous natives was pretty close.

"It's a pure sacrifice." He was sure.

Although the Bai people are not considered a rare minority, their bloodlines do have something special, and they belong to an ethnic group that is relatively close to spiritual energy.

And the spiritual purity of children is naturally the best sacrifice. It should be that the indigenous tribe who wanted to worship the gods could not find a suitable sacrifice recently, so they made a deal with their uncle.

"Huh... scum, purebred scum."

Letting out a long breath, Ian recovered from his memory and suppressed his anger.

He began to think rationally: "From the point of view of that scumbag, I am already eight years old and can do a little housework and odd jobs. If I am a little older, I can go to the dock to move goods and distribute fish. I can be regarded as a labor force."

"In other words, there is still room for squeezing."

"But my brother, a two-year-old child, is a loser at all. He can't do his work and is noisy all day long. For the delusional scum who has already smoked black mushrooms, even if he throws them away, he can earn money, let alone sell them to others. people?"

Easy to understand ideas.

As for how miserable the sacrifice of the blood sacrifice was...

The scum clearly didn't care.

"Damn him."

Ian's bottom line has always been very low, and he can even understand the mental journey of various serious criminals through empathy. For this reason, he almost failed the boarding trial in his previous life and was regarded as an "abnormal thinker".

But it was still too much, and he was indeed aroused.

However, compared to anger, he couldn't help but sink when he thought of his younger brother - everyone knows how noisy children under two years old are, and there is no movement in the room, which is obviously abnormal.

Ian turned his head and looked at the door. Could it be that his brother had been sent away and killed?

Don't talk about the other party but his younger brother in this life, the kind who sings a lullaby himself to lull him to sleep.

Even a simple two-year-old strange child, encountering such a thing, is enough to make people angry.

"If my younger brother is really sent away...it can only prove that that scumbag has gone crazy to the limit, and my situation is extremely bad. He may attack me at any time, and all previous guesses will be invalidated."

Ian's eyes were serious, and he frowned and whispered: "Even if I'm a fool, I will know about my brother's sudden disappearance, and I won't be able to hide it for long."

"And he has sucked mushrooms to such an extent that he can't use reason to judge what he's doing."

——This is the scariest thing about lunatics, they can do anything, it's impossible to predict!

Ferocity is not a big deal, it is insane and cruel that cannot be predicted.

Originally, Ian planned to endure the violence of this cheap uncle for a few more days, and then make plans after he figured out the surrounding situation.

But if that mushroom-sucking scum really has something to do with the blood sacrifice of the aborigines, then he must try his best to find a way now and start his escape plan immediately!

"Goodbye, I really can't stay in this house for a second!"

After making a complaint, Ian immediately started and walked towards the corner of the kitchen - that's where the boy hid the change for his escape.

Although he may be a bit procrastinating at ordinary times, when his life is at stake, he should act immediately anyway.

But when Ian moved away the pile of wood chips piled up in the corner and dusted his face, but didn't see the silver coins he had saved, his complexion changed slightly.

"Oops……"

Ian stared at the dust and moss in the corner of the wall, and couldn't help muttering: "He found it."

Remember the wrong location? How can it be.

Now Ian reads his past memories as clearly as flipping through a book. He is 100% sure that he hid the money here.

There is only one reason why the hidden silver coins disappeared.

My cheap uncle has already noticed his intention to hide money and escape, and it's just recently!

"No wonder this scumbag has been getting more aggressive recently."

The body seems to panic instinctively, fearing the coming beating, but Ian swears in his heart: "Emotions are the escape plan."

"That nasty scum, maybe he just waited to see my despair and bewilderment when I found out that the silver coins disappeared, and took pleasure in it."

In short, the plan to hide money and escape has been discovered, and one way out has been blocked.

Besides, thinking about it carefully, Ian can only shake his head when looking at this escape plan from the perspective of an adult.

——In the past, I didn't think about where to escape at all, and I didn't understand the terrain around Harrison Port and the roads near the village.

In addition, my uncle must have the help of natives who are familiar with this area, and it is absolutely impossible to simply escape.

It is also unrealistic to report to the elders of Bai Zhimin.

In this ignorant feudal era, it is normal for parents to beat their children and uncle to beat their nephew. If they are really beaten to death, they will be gossiped. If they can’t produce evidence that their uncle colluded with the indigenous people to sacrifice, let the elders immediately arrest the uncle , can only be considered insane.

As long as you can't win it on the spot, you're going to scare the snake. Facing the exposed uncle, you have a high probability of dying on the spot.

Even if it's a small chance, who would bet on it?

But you can't wait any longer.

Knowing that he had a plan to hide the money and escape, the lunatic uncle's punishment would definitely be more and more severe. Even if he suddenly fell ill today, it is very likely that he would beat himself to death when he became crazy.

"At that time, at any time, I threw my body into the mountain, and said that I disappeared because of mischief when I was brought into the mountain-although the tribe lost my sister's child, I would be stabbed in the back by the tribe, but he didn't care. "

Thinking about it differently, Ian shook his head immediately.

Hi! More than possible, he is simply predicting the future!

He must find another way to resolve the crisis as soon as possible.

"We have to find evidence that he colluded with the natives and supported the blood sacrifice...but it's too difficult. Is this cheap uncle crazy or stupid? It's impossible for such a big thing to reveal his flaws."

Thinking seriously, although the situation is critical, Ian's expression is not serious.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes and laughed softly: "Interesting, escape and regular reporting are not acceptable, so can we just find a chance to sneak attack and kill him?"

"It's very dangerous, but you have to be prepared."

Although he hesitated, Ian was seriously thinking about this possibility, and he didn't reject the idea of'killing' at all.

Even because the other party is a scum who deserves to die, he is still a little eager to try.

If he wanted to repel him, he wouldn't almost fail the political trial.

Ian's bottom line is terribly low when it touches on his core interests, and it is not obvious that no one in Datong society touched his interests in his previous life.

"anyway."

When thinking of the dangerous plan, Ian still murmured to himself. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he opened the door: "Are the vitals of people in other worlds the same as people on Earth? Just now I touched my bones, the position of my ribs, my heartbeat and my abdomen." The distribution of internal organs should be similar..."

"But don't be too careless. A one-hit kill cannot be failed, otherwise I will be the one who dies."

open the door.

Unexpectedly, Ian, who thought he would see an empty bed, saw the peaceful sleeping face of his two-year-old brother.

The sound of the door rattled, but did not wake the other party up. The little boy with short white hair even smacked his mouth, his cheeks were bulging and fleshy, obviously he lived a much more nourishing life than him.

"Why?" Ian was puzzled at first, but after thinking about it carefully, the aborigines want sacrifices, and no matter how you think about it, it is impossible to ask for a skinny little guy...

Pigs have to be fattened before they can eat!

"It hasn't been sent away yet, that's okay...Maybe there is still some time for me to prepare."

Heaving a sigh of relief and shaking his head, Ian planned to close the door and leave without affecting his brother's sleep.

But just before closing the door, he saw some 'things' different from the normal situation on his brother's peaceful sleeping face.

Wisps of deep black mist with red blood light.

Black mist lingered on the forehead, and an ominous breath overflowed.

Corresponding to the "pure sacrifice" deduced before, the younger brother who was preparing the sacrifice just responded to the saying of Ian's previous life's hometown, "If the Yintang is black, there must be a bloody disaster".

"What's this?"

At this moment, Ian couldn't help being taken aback by the apparently surreal picture in front of him.

Ian stared blankly at the tumbling wisp on his younger brother's forehead, and even vaguely appeared a black and red mist in the shape of an 'obsidian knife', and he couldn't help opening his eyes wide: "This obsidian knife is in the shape of an aboriginal belt negotiating with Uncle Cheap. almost the same... Could it be that—"

"Woo!?"

As if struck by lightning for a moment, his brain was in severe pain. Ian let out a short whimper. He knelt down on the ground immediately, holding his head with his hands, his eyes closed tightly, and blood flowed from the bandage and ran down his cheeks.

It wasn't just a drum-like pain coming from the wound on his head.

In the depths of the brain, or in other words, an organ that is not the body, but also belongs to "Ian", is transmitting severe pain that can instantly shock ordinary people!

It was the trembling of the 'soul', the trembling of the 'will'.

If it was an ordinary eight-year-old child, he would have rolled his eyes and passed out long ago.

But at this moment, Ian was unusually sober. Stimulated by the rust-like smell of blood in his chest, he endured the burning pain from the beginning to the end.

In contrast, what came from his eyes was a deadly cold like an ancient glacier.

Fiery pain and icy cold, two conflicting opposites, seemed to stir up strange sensations like explosions, temporarily blinding his eyes—but in the darkness, Ian saw endless lights again.

He saw countless dots of fireflies pouring out and converging from the dark corners.

It's like a long river of brilliance, finally condensing into a star in the center of my mind...

Then lightly shine.

"ah……"

Opening his eyes, in the depths of Ian's blue pupils, there were dots of light like fireflies shining.

——The spirit and soul of the past and the present are gathered together, igniting a fire that has never been ignited in the past.

Ian raised his head and looked around the room.

In an instant, all kinds of 'colors' of different shades appeared, whether it was the formwork of tables and chairs, beams and windows, or even the linen clothes placed on the table.

In the entire room, there are only three of the deepest and brightest colors.

Ian stood up, his eyes fixed on the black and red mist around his younger brother, and then slowly turned his head.

The boy looked at the cabinet next to the bed. In the small bowl used to hold rice porridge, there was a residual light blue mist.

This blue halo is radiant, and there is a slight white light flashing at the edge, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.

And, finally, myself.

Ian looked at his hand—although it was only for a short moment, after a moment, all the visions disappeared.

But he still saw the color on his body.

It was already as deep as ink, and the sea of ​​pure black mist could no longer see any light. In the deep darkness, ominous things were churning and rolling, like thick clouds before a storm.

In the sea of ​​fog, one or two streaks of blood-red lightning suddenly split the fog cloud, reflecting the blood-colored light and shadow in the boy's pupils, which was hideous and terrifying.

After a moment of silence, Ian laughed.

"I see……"

Stretching out his hand and wiping the blood from his cheeks and eyes, his voice suddenly said: "This is psionic power."

Ian slowly clenched his fist, dispelling the mist of nothingness in his palm: "My spiritual power."