Above The Sky

In the dimly lit room, the light of the algae oil lamp outlined the outline of the room, and the white-haired boy gasped tiredly.

On the long table wrapped in oil canvas, there was not much blood flowing. This was because the death wound of the corpse was not large, and the sleeping powder was still used as a sedative before death to constrict the blood vessels.

Thanks to the calmness of Sleeping Fan, otherwise, Orsenna struggled and howled before he died, and maybe he would break free and let the surrounding neighbors hear... that would be bad.

But now, Orsenna is dead. No one can be alive after ten minutes of suffocation after the throat is slit.

At least Orsenna can't do it.

"The corpse can't be left at home...but we'll talk about it later."

Staring at the other party's corpse, Ian shook his head, deciding that he was too lazy to pay attention to how hideous the other party's expression was before he died.

Human scum beasts should end up as human scum beasts.

Rather than caring about a long-dead pedophile pervert, he felt that it would be better to think about the nature of his abilities.

At this moment, Ian has some understanding of the effect of the psionic ability that he named 'Precognition Vision'.

——When he opened the vision of precognition, he would consume a part of his physical strength, and the blood would rush towards his head.

——At the same time, everything in his field of vision will be shrouded in mist of various colors.

Generally, ordinary wooden tables, chairs, ropes and other things are filled with white, gray, or even translucent mist. This gas does not hinder vision and can be easily ignored.

However, if blue appears in the field of vision, it means that there are quite unusual objects in that area with strange effects.

Blue, represents 'extraordinary' things.

To put it simply, it is [rare] in the rarity.

Supor Flower Sleeping Powder is one, and currently the only one.

The effect of sleeping powder is obvious. It can quickly make people without relevant resistance fall asleep for a period of time. Even if it is used as often as Orsenna, it will cause the body to develop resistance. It is nothing more than waking up early.

This is the effect of seeing the 'extraordinary' things with the vision horizon.

As for the future, will there be [Very Rare], [Rare and Extraordinary], [Extraordinary Rare] and [Ha! legend! 】This level...

Then it depends on whether you are lucky or not in the future, and whether you can come across that rare good thing.

"It's not difficult."

Ian opened up his ideas and scrutinized it carefully: "Many places around Harrison Port have not been developed, and there are still many rare medicinal materials and materials left in the jungle and deep mountains, which is why there are still many medicinal herb collectors in the port."

The Supor Mianhua, and the black mushroom that my uncle smoked, are all special herbs and materials of this kind. If you only need to collect a little, you can sell them to the city hall and the chamber of commerce for a lot of money.

However, he doesn't need to be like those old herbalists, he can only rely on experience to try his luck.

Ian can unearth a lot of wealth just by opening his eyes from time to time and taking a look at the 'precognition horizon'!

And, more than that.

This is only part of the ability of the 'predictive horizon'!

If I have to find an allusion, Ian thinks that his psionic power is related to 'wangqi'.

After all, this psionic energy can not only detect the rarity of the object itself, but also observe the future.

Predicting the future direction is the real core of this psionic power.

With a thought, Ian came to the room where his younger brother was. Elan had slept peacefully until now because he ate porridge soaked with sleeping powder, and it was estimated that he would wake up after a while.

Turning on the precognition perspective, Ian held back his heart palpitations and looked at it, thinking: "Sure enough."

"The black and red death aura has disappeared, and only a faint whirl of blood is left... This means that there is still danger, but it is no longer a mortal crisis?"

The death of Uncle Orsenna has put the crisis of Ian and Ellen away, but it's far from over.

First of all, Orsenna's death, or disappearance, will sooner or later be discovered by the people of Port Harrison and the people of the White people.

Although no one would doubt the eight-year-old, Ian could have blamed his uncle's disappearance on his own trespassing into the redwood forest and trading black mushrooms with the natives.

After all, there are many hunters missing in the forest, let alone a cripple?

Those of the same clan who vaguely knew this would not pursue it much.

But it's not insurance.

After all, Ian and Alan are still children, and Orsenna is their last blood relative. Without blood protection, they can only be adopted sons or apprentices of other people in this rural area. The best result is to be sent to Huaiguang Church. There is a fight for the priest, but they may not accept it.

You must know that in Harrison Port, the southernmost part of the mainland, the master of Huaiguang Church occasionally has to work in the fields and go out to sea to fish.

No one wants to take care of children.

This is a long-term crisis, and a short-term crisis is still indigenous.

Orsenna's death does not mean that the deal he intends to make is over. The natives who are in urgent need of pure sacrifices have not sneaked into the port. They have long known Orsenna's address and forcibly took the two Ian brothers. Looting isn't a big deal at all.

"I can't see my own fortune. I understand very well that in most legends, prophecy and divination cannot predict my future."

Ian stretched out his hand and squeezed his little brother's little fat face. He thoughtfully said in a low voice, "But I can see the fortune in Ellen."

"Elan is just a one-year-old child, I am his brother, our destiny is tied together, I am about to die, and he will not survive... In turn, the crisis that can endanger my brother, even if it is not so much to me Terrible, but certainly also cautious."

Thinking of this, Ian's eyes gradually lighted up, and he already wanted to understand: "That's why."

"As long as I observe Elan's future destiny and see if his fortune is good or bad, I can see my own future fortune from the side!"

Ian rubbed Alan's face excitedly, and the little fleshy face of the white-haired child felt very good: "I can't see my own, but I can see my brother's!"

"Who are our brothers with whom! You die and I die!"

The white-haired child huddled in the bed was still smacking his mouth in his sleep, making cute muttering noises, unaware that he had been used by his brother as a tool for predicting the future, a human flesh comparison device.

Of course, it's not just that.

Ian was determined to protect Ellen, and it wasn't just ability.

In the final analysis, Elam was his only surviving blood relative in this world. His mother was sick. Not long after giving birth to Elam, he died because his stepfather left and took care of the two children by himself.

All along, it was Ian who told stories and sang lullabies to Ellen, and Ellen was the closest to his brother.

Elan has a quarter of the elf blood, plus the mixed blood of the white people. In theory, the potential for awakening psionic energy is great, but in fact it does not. This is also the reason why the half-elf stepfather from Canaan Moore left directly. .

The pointy ears of the white-haired child are indeed cute.

Watching Ellen's sleeping face, the boy let out a breath and calmed down a little.

Ian stretched out his hand, leaned down, pinched the tip of the opponent's ear, and the slight anger in his brows from killing Orsenna also dissipated. The boy looked at his brother gently: "Even if you are really stupid, I will take care of you to grow up... Anyway, you are my only relative in this world."

"Just in order to better deal with the crisis in this unknown world, I must make good use of every detail of my ability to find a silver lining in this bad start."

With such a low voice, Ian got up and left his brother's room.

As he passed the long table, he wiped the blood scab off his hands with his uncle's clothes.

Coming to the window, Ian cautiously looked out the window.

For a moment, he seemed to see a golden fog light, but the next moment, the light disappeared.

"what is that?"

Ian rubbed his eyes suspiciously, and finally determined that it should be the illusion caused by the flashing lights at the street intersection.

The streets and alleys of this coastal city are silent in the middle of the night. There are only a few dim street lights around the city center. The ever-bright lights that use the oil squeezed by fluorescent algae as fuel are known as ever-bright, but they only shine for more than a month at most.

Forcibly lit, it will only be like it is now, half-burning and half-extinguishing, and it is uncertain.

After making sure no one was there, Ian closed the curtain again.

His heart was full of emotion.

Port Harrison, Terra Continent.

Although it looks very ancient and feudal.

But Ian knew that on the surface, this Otherworld, at best, on the eve of the Industrial Age... was completely different from the Earth in the previous life.

Not only psionic power, but also some extraordinary things such as sublimators and Supor sleep powder.

"Sword and magic? Psionics and miracles?"

Ian stared out the window at the world, this feeling of all unknown, really exciting: "That's funny, Tyra."

Expressing admiration, he was such a character in his previous life.

Ian's pursuit is such a feeling, such a future.

That's why he was eager to go to the Xinghai, to that dark and unknowable distance.

Ordinary people would fear such silence and darkness, but for Ian, turning the dark unknown into a known territory and satisfying his curiosity is the meaning of life.

Otherworld? There are psionics, sleeping powder and all kinds of other unheard and unseen things?

It could not be better!

Swiftly tying the corpse with oil canvas, Ian was 100% sure that the brutal and vicious uncle died very thoroughly. Even if there is necromancy in this world, the neck of the corpse will be missing half, which is nothing to be afraid of.

"I have to dispose of my uncle's body tonight."

In the swaying halo of the living room, Ian took a deep breath. At this moment, he felt that the hunger in his stomach was almost painful, and in the relaxation period after the excessive tension, the feeling of powerlessness gradually poured into his limbs: "But now."

The boy who had just dealt with the corpse came to the correct conclusion.

"You have to eat first."