High Above Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Psionics

Sacrifice, blood sacrifice.

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

Harrison Port, where Ian is located, is located at the edge of the Southern Ridge Province of the Empire, 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 to this, 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 it is rumored that they are very hospitable, but 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 tightly trapped by 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 with strange behaviors and unfamiliar clothes

In the image that came to mind, the aborigine who communicated with his uncle was short in stature, similar to a child, and his exposed skin was covered with complex 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 blood.

After a little extrapolation and refining the key words in his memory, Ian guessed the deal between his uncle and those dangerous natives pretty closely.

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

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

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."

Let 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 I can do a little housework and odd jobs. If I am older, I can go to the dock to carry goods and share fish, which is considered a labor force."

"That is to say, 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?"

Very easy to understand ideas.

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

That scum clearly doesn't care.

"Damn him."

Ian's bottom line has always been very low, and he can even understand the mental journey of various felons 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 too much, and he was indeed aroused.

However, compared to his 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 was no movement in the room, which was 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 two-year-old strange child, encountering such a thing is enough to make people angry.

"If my younger brother has really been sent away... it can only prove that the 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 am a fool, I will know if my brother disappears suddenly, 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, and it is impossible to predict!

Cruelty is not a big deal, it is insane and cruel that cannot be speculated that is to be feared.

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

But if the mushroom-sucking scum really has something to do with the blood sacrifice of the aborigines, then he must start to think of a way now, and immediately launch an escape plan!

"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 procrastinate a bit at ordinary times, when his life is at stake, he should act immediately no matter what.

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."

Misremember the location? how is this possible.

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 seemed to instinctively panic, fearing the coming beating, but Ian slandered in his heart: "Emotions are the escape plan."

"That vile 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, let alone 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?

You can continue to wait.

After knowing that he had a plan to hide 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, I found a time to throw my body into the mountain, and said that I disappeared because of mischief when I was taken into the mountain. Although the child who lost his sister would be stabbed in the spine by the tribe, he didn't care."

Thinking about it differently, Ian shook his head immediately.

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

I 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 to reveal anything about such a big thing."

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 an opportunity to sneak attack and kill him?"

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

Although there was some hesitation, 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.

He wants to repel, so he won't almost fail the political review.

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

"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. The one-hit kill that targets the vital points cannot be failed, otherwise I will die myself."

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 clicked, 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 eating!

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

Heaved a sigh of relief and shook his head, Ian was going 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 lingers on the forehead, and an ominous breath overflows.

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

"what is 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...does it—”

"Woo!?"

For a moment, as if struck by lightning, his brain was in severe pain. Ian let out a short whimper. He immediately fell to his knees, holding his head with his hands, his eyes closed tightly, and blood flowed from the bandages and ran down his cheeks.

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

Deep in 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!

That 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 coldness, the two conflicting opposites, seemed to stir up a strange sensation like an explosion, making his eyes temporarily unable to see things—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 condensed into a star in the center of my mind...

Then lightly shine.

"what…"

Opening his eyes, Ian's blue pupils were like firefly lights shining in the depths of his eyes.

—The spirit and soul of the past life and the present life converge into one, 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 emerged, whether it was the table and chair templates, 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 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, with a slight white light flickering on 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 a sea of pure black mist that was already as deep as ink, and no light could be seen anymore. 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 terrifying.

After a moment of silence, Ian laughed.

"I see…"

Stretched out his hand and wiped 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."

(end of this chapter)

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