Above The Sky

sacrifice, blood sacrifice.

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

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

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

In addition, there are also tribes that believe in wisdom beasts, and even strange and evil aliens.

No matter who these indigenous tribes believe, they are accustomed to blood sacrifices and even don't mind cannibalism in 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 knew why they were hospitable, few immigrants were 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 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 something very secretive, Ian before the awakening memory was smart enough to remember those strange behaviors and strange people dressed in strange clothes.

In the image that came to mind, the natives who communicated with their uncle were short in stature, similar to children, and their exposed skin was full of complicated totem magic patterns.

Ian was just reminiscing, the lines that contained strange power made him feel dizzy, and the obsidian saber around the opponent's waist was even more ferocious and full of blood.

After a little extrapolation and refining the keywords in his memory, Ian guessed the transactions between his uncle and those dangerous natives closely.

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

Although Bai Zhimin is not a rare minority, there is something special about the bloodline.

The children's spirituality is pure and pure, and they are naturally the best sacrifices. It should be that the indigenous tribe who wanted to sacrifice to the gods recently couldn't find a suitable sacrifice, so they made a deal with their uncles.

"Huh... scum, pure-blooded scum."

Exhaling a long breath, Ian held back his anger as he recovered from his memory.

He began to think rationally: "From the point of view of that scumbag, I'm already eight years old. I can do a little housework and odd jobs. If I'm older, I can go to the wharf to move goods and distribute fish, which is considered a labor force."

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

"But my brother, a two-year-old child, is simply a loser. He can't work, and he makes noise all day long. For the dazed scum who has already smoked black mushrooms, even throwing them away is a profit, let alone selling them to others. people?"

Easy to understand idea.

As for how miserable the blood sacrifice was...

The scum obviously didn't care.

"Damn him."

Ian's bottom line has always been very low, and he can even understand the mentality 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 still too much, and he was indeed aroused by anger.

However, compared to his anger, he couldn't help but sank when he thought of his younger brother - no one knows how noisy children under the age of two are, and there is no movement in the room at all, which is obviously not normal.

Ian turned his head to look at the door. Could it be that his brother has been sent away and killed?

Not to mention the other party, but the younger brother of his own life, who sings lullabies to lull him to sleep.

Even a two-year-old unfamiliar child, encountering this kind of thing is enough to make people angry.

"If my brother has really been sent away... it can only prove that the scum has become crazy to the limit, and my situation is extremely bad. He may attack me at any time, and all previous speculations will be invalid."

Ian's eyes were dignified, he frowned and whispered: "Even if I am a fool, I will know that my brother suddenly disappears and disappears, and it will not be hidden for long."

"And he sucked mushrooms to the point where he couldn't judge what he did with reason."

——This is the most terrifying part of the lunatic, what they can do is possible, it is impossible to predict!

Cruelty isn't a big deal, unpredictable madness and cruelty are scary.

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

But if the mushroom-sucking scum really has something to do with the indigenous blood sacrifice, then he will start trying his best to find a way now, and immediately launch an escape plan!

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

Tucao, Ian immediately started and walked to the corner of the kitchen - where the boy hid the change for escape.

Although he may be a little procrastinator at ordinary times, when his life is at stake, he should act immediately no matter what.

But when Ian moved away the pile of sawdust and firewood piled in the corner, his face was full of dust, but his expression changed slightly when he didn't see the silver coins he had saved.

"Oops……"

Ian stared at the dust and moss in the corner and murmured, "He found it."

Remember the wrong location? how is this possible.

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

There is only one reason for the disappearance of the hidden silver coins.

The cheap uncle of my family has already realized that he is trying to hide the money and escape, and it's just recently!

"It's no wonder that this scum has gotten heavier and heavier recently."

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

"That vile scum, maybe waiting to see my despair and dazedness when I found the silver coin disappearing, and take pleasure in it."

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

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

——In the past, I didn’t think about where to escape at all, let alone the terrain around Port Harrison and the roads around the village.

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

It is not realistic to report to the elders of Bai Zhimin.

In this ignorant and feudal age, it is normal for parents to beat their children and uncles to beat their nephews. If they really beat them to death, they would be gossiped. If they can't show evidence that their uncles colluded with the natives to sacrifice themselves, if they let the elders arrest their uncles as soon as possible. , may only be considered insane.

As long as he can't win it on the spot, he will be shocked by the grass. Facing the exposed uncle, he will most likely die on the spot.

Even if it is a small chance, who will bet on it?

Can't wait any longer.

After knowing that he has a plan to hide money and escape, the madness's uncle's punishment will definitely get heavier and heavier. Even if he suddenly fell ill today, it is very likely that he will be beaten to death if he goes mad.

"At that time, at any time, I threw my body into the mountain, and said that I was naughty and disappeared when I was taken into the mountain - although the children of my sister who lost my sister would be stabbed in the spine by the clan, but he didn't care. "

Thinking in a different position, Ian immediately shook his head.

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

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

"We have to find evidence that he colluded with the natives to support the blood sacrifice... But it's too difficult. This cheap uncle is crazy or not stupid. It's impossible to reveal anything about such a big thing."

Seriously thinking about it, although the situation is critical, Ian's expression is not solemn.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes and laughed softly: "Interesting, escaping and regular reporting are not enough. Can we just find an opportunity to sneak attack and kill him?"

"It's very dangerous, but you have to 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 be dead, he is still a little eager to try.

If he wants to exclude it, he will not almost fail the political trial.

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

"anyway."

Thinking of the dangerous plan, Ian still whispered to himself, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he opened the door: "Is the vital point of the Otherworld people the same as the Earth people? I just touched my own bones, the position of the ribs, the heartbeat and the distribution of the internal organs in the abdomen. It should be about the same..."

"But it can't be too careless. The one-shot kill for the vital point cannot fail, otherwise it will be me who will die."

open the door.

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

The door sound clicked, but did not wake the other party up. The little boy with short white hair even smashed his mouth, and his cheeks were bulging and fleshy, and his childhood was obviously more nourished than his.

"Why?" Ian was really puzzled at first, but after thinking about it, the indigenous people wanted sacrifices, and no matter how they thought about it, it was impossible to ask for a skinny little guy...

Pigs must be fattened before eating!

"I haven't been sent away yet, that's fine... Maybe there's still some time for me to prepare."

He breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head. Ian planned to close the door and leave without affecting his brother's sleep.

But just before closing the door, he saw something different from normal on his brother's quiet sleeping face.

A wisp of black and deep mist with red blood light.

The black mist lingered on the forehead, and the ominous breath overflowed.

Corresponding to the 'pure sacrifice' deduced earlier, the younger brother, who was preparing the sacrifice, responded to the words of Ian's previous hometown, 'If the Yintang turns black, there will be bloodshed disaster'.

"what is this?"

At this moment, the apparently surreal picture in front of Ian made him stunned for a moment.

Ian stared blankly at the churning wisp on the top of his brother's forehead, and even a black-red mist in the shape of an 'obsidian knife' appeared indistinctly. Almost the same... Could it be that—"

"Woo!?"

For a moment, like being struck by lightning, his brain hurts, and Ian let out a short whimper. He immediately fell to his knees, his hands on his head, his eyes were closed, and blood flowed from the bandages and ran across his cheeks.

It wasn't just the 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 delivering severe pain that is enough to shock ordinary people in an instant!

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.

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

On the other hand, what came from his eyes was a deadly icy cold like an ancient glacier.

The fiery pain and the icy cold, the two conflicting opposites, seemed to arouse a strange perception like an explosion, making his eyes temporarily unable to see objects - but in the darkness, Ian saw endless light again.

He saw that there were countless little fireflies, constantly gushing out and converging from the dark corners.

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

Then lightly shine.

"what……"

When he opened his eyes, Ian's blue eyes flashed with a little bit of light like a firefly.

——The spirit and soul of the past and present life converged into one, igniting a fire that had never been ignited in the past.

Ian looked up and looked around the room.

All of a sudden, whether it is the template of the table and chairs, the beams and windows, or even the linen clothes placed on the table, all kinds of 'colors' of different shades appear.

And in the whole room, there are only three deepest and brightest colors.

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

The boy looked at the cabinet next to the bed, where the small bowl used to hold the rice porridge was filled with remnants of light blue mist.

This blue halo is full of brilliance, with 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 brief moment, after a moment, all visions disappeared.

But he still saw the color on his body.

It was a sea of ​​pure black fog that was as deep as ink and could no longer see the slightest light. In the deep darkness, ominous things were rolling and rolling, just like the thick clouds before the storm.

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

After a moment of silence, Ian laughed.

"I see……"

Reaching out his hand and wiping the blood from his cheeks and eyes, his voice was stunned: "This is psionic energy."

Ian clenched his fists slowly, dispersing the empty mist in his palms: "My psionic energy."