Above The Sky

"This is psychic power."

Although he had never heard this term in his previous life, with the memory of this life, Ian could be sure that the extraordinary sight he saw just now was the special ability called 'psionic energy' in this whole New World.

Ian closed his eyes, his mind was no longer a hazy darkness, but a bit of hazy light like stars floating and overflowing, like snow in the north wind.

Feeling this unheard of, unseen, wonderful power that did not exist in his hometown in the past, he laughed heartily: "It's really interesting."

Obey the guidance of instinct, adjust with your own will, and project a little bit of starlight into your eyes.

Accompanied by the dizziness that seemed to be overthinking and reviewing the paper for three days and two nights in a row, Ian opened his eyes and looked around curiously.

As before, under the reflection of the hazy fireflies in the eyes, everything in the field of vision emerged with various shades of color mist.

But compared to the first time, this time Ian couldn't see the black energy in his body.

But the black and red mist on his brother's body was still bright.

The invisible mist on the sleeping child gathers and disperses, occasionally condensing into a knife-like illusion.

Ian knew the knife.

The edge of the obsidian blade has a layer of dark red color, showing a bloody ancient feeling, and the strange spell pattern on the handle of the knife adds a strange and mysterious atmosphere.

The redwood natives along the coast of Bysson used this obsidian knife frequently before imperial settlers settled here and brought iron tools.

They use stone blades to cut the flesh of the prey, dig out the internal organs, and select the freshest part as a sacrifice to their own totems or various mountain gods and sea gods.

With this, Ian can be sure that the fog he sees is indeed some kind of omen-type spiritual energy, which is related to the good and bad in his home culture. How it will be killed, the robbed objects are clearly displayed.

As for the second time, he couldn't see the black qi in his body.

Ian believes that it is precisely because of the reason that "medicine is not autonomous, and hexagrams are not self-predicting".

Before, what he saw was the black qi on the original child Ian, but now, he has recovered Su Hui, and there is no reason to be killed by that uncle. Naturally, there will be no color fog surrounding him.

"Red and black represent ominous omen, blue is unclear, and instinct tells me that it is harmless, but it should also have its own uniqueness."

Looking sideways at the bowl on the cupboard, the white-haired boy immediately closed his eyes, his slender body swaying.

If he hadn't leaned against the door, he might have actually fainted.

"It's like a brain marathon when you use it, with a lot of physical exertion."

After finishing the perception, in addition to Ultimate's exhaustion, there were also bursts of nausea and dizziness. Ian resisted the drowsiness that came to his heart, and summarized and analyzed the effect and consumption of his unknown ability: "It's like overthinking. It's like a lack of sugar afterward."

"This psionic energy may indeed originate from the mind and soul, but it still relies on the material brain, and even the body to function."

"Interesting."

Although his body was in a hurry, Ian's expression was very excited. He lowered his head and stared at his hand, his eyes bright: "What's the principle? Forget it, it's too early to think about it."

"The effect is to embody the maliciousness of others towards me and my brother, or is it an instinctive deduction? Or... um..."

As soon as the brain started to work, the pain that hit the boy made the boy feel dizzy, and he leaned back against the door and sat on the ground slowly, stopping his excessive thinking.

The pain was uncomfortable, but it did make Ian aware of the crisis ahead of time.

"Very good...Although I don't have the power to fight directly, I can get a lot of information to help me break through."

After sitting for a while, Ian turned around and looked at the door behind him.

The boy's eyes were somber: "The blood sacrifice is a foregone conclusion. Judging by the color and density of the fog, I may have died earlier than my younger brother. That cheap uncle recently planned to kill me once and for all."

Through psionic power, to confirm the guess, Ian is not as anxious as before.

On the contrary, he nodded earnestly, and his immature face looked very cute: "In this case, there is only one choice left."

"Find a way to kill that scum."

With the cutest face, say the most vicious and vicious words.

It is almost nonsense for an eight-year-old child to fight against a tall and strong adult, even if the adult has a disabled leg.

But if it's a malicious child with a mature mind, plotting against an adult who doesn't know this...

There are so many stories.

If nothing else, the average child can't even recognize everything in the house, and some objects that can be used as traps don't know how to use them. No matter what, the human body is fragile. Wrestling can kill people.

Ian is not without opportunities.

Of course, even if this is the case, Ian was not very confident when he made this decision, and even most of it was a gamble.

It's just that the sooner the threatening lunatic can be solved, the sooner it should be solved. Who knows if the next time Uncle appears, will he bring a few natives here?

This is an unfamiliar world, and although he has lived for eight years, his understanding is still very one-sided.

He must fight.

One is a mortal ending, the other is a possible mortal failure, why not fight!

——When will you kill that scumbag uncle?

"Just today!"

His eyes gradually calmed down from a little nervous. At this moment, Ian made up his mind to kill the uncle no matter what the cost, even if the house was set on fire.

"Let's see what's in this house first."

Now that he decided to kill the cheap uncle, Ian began to look for tools in the house that could be used.

Ordinary pocket knives, meat cleavers are meaningless.

According to Ian's memory, the power of children in this world is much greater than that of their human peers in the previous life, and they can carry an axe to chop firewood and fell trees.

The same goes for adults, of course. In Ian's mind, a fisherman easily carries a giant fish about his own size and goes into town to show off his catch.

This is not normal.

Humans in previous lives have basically been genetically optimized and very strong, but the humans in this world are even more outrageous.

Proportionally calculated, the Hercules do not need to be transformed, I am afraid that they can fight with the brown bear and kill the wild boar with one punch.

Of course, the Earth version of the beast.

"Is this world genetically modified per capita?"

Ian has never seen the beasts of this world, and it should be outrageous if there is no accident. He frowned and thought: "Perhaps, psionic energy can also strengthen the body? In short, we can't use pure human data to calculate in this regard."

"Otherworld is interesting, but it's too dangerous."

In short, it is completely impossible for an eight-year-old child to count an adult with a knife.

Fecal forks are more normal, at least puncture wounds are fatal to ordinary people, as well as chemical and biological damage.

But Ian is also a little worried. After all, in a world with psychic power, it is really unknown whether the injury of visceral puncture can really kill an adult male.

"That guy shouldn't have this ability, otherwise he won't be unknown and can only bully children."

After searching around the house for a while, and after a lot of dust, Ian did find the tool he was looking for.

- Rope, rattan, pitchfork, a bag of moldy flour, wooden skewers for grilling fish, some knives for peeling and cutting meat.

There were also a few sharp-mouthed salted fish that Ian felt could be crushed to death, even stabbed to death.

"Is this thing really edible?"

Touching the salted bonito, which was still stained with salt grains on its surface, it was brownish-red. Feeling the steel-like feel, Ian's expression moved: "This can stop bullets, right?"

The boy could clearly sense the unfriendly desire of this salted fish not to admit defeat even if it died, and to fight with human teeth to the end.

Forget this hate-filled weapon-level salted fish.

The rope can be set up with stumbling lines, and although the pitchfork tip is much blunter than expected, it is still not a problem to kill people.

The flour can be used as lime powder after a little processing, and you can add some wall ash and charcoal ash. You don't need to pay attention to martial arts in fighting a lunatic who wants his own life.

If I hadn't been able to find it temporarily, Ian could not wait to poison it directly.

As for the knife, it is not so useful. After all, it is too short and must be close. If the physical disadvantage is too great, it is easy to be given away by the knife. But it can be processed and used as trap raw material.

"Is this the stick that hit me? It's pretty easy."

Ian even found the stick that knocked the child Ian into a coma, allowing him to unravel the mystery in the womb ahead of time - the straight and hard birch front end and the dried bloodline, the boy instinctively slashed and chopped it when he held it .

"Yes, the human flesh in this world still has the instinct of wielding wooden sticks, and it seems to be the same horror erect ape."

Ian laughed, the human instinct to use sticks was imprinted in the genes.

Although it cannot be completely confirmed, the humans on the Terra continent should have also experienced a long period of wood and stone age, which is not much different from the humans on Earth.

It's a pity that this wooden stick is useless, and children can only harm the flowers and plants on the roadside by waving it.

Collect supplies along the way, and find my brother and his room again.

Ian also noticed the porridge bowls on the cabinet.

"I remember that in the whole room, there were only three places that glowed - my brother and I needless to say, the rest of the porridge bowl was haunted by a blue haze."

Black and red represent danger and doom, what does light blue represent?

Ian doesn't know.

So he walked over and took a closer look.