Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 22: New students

"Really smart people don't make deals with you."

After the shaman finished speaking, Ian, who felt that the time was almost delayed, shook his head. He just clenched the pitchfork in his hand: "Idiots will be slaves under your control."

"Stupid."

The shaman was not angry about this. He shook his head, thinking that Ian might not be that smart: "Your uncle sold you to me a long time ago for thirty silver coins. You are my slaves. My property."

In this regard, Ian, who sensed a slight sound behind him and knew that Hilliard had started to act, commented briefly: "Stupid."

The shaman snorted, no matter how bad his imperial language was, he could understand the curse words, but before the shaman could speak, he called his guards to catch the kid.

He smelled a strange smell, sniffed instinctively, and his face suddenly changed.

"Blood?!"

The shaman looked around and said with fear in his voice, "Where did the blood come from?"

And just when the shaman was in doubt, Ian picked up the pitchfork and poked down the brazier piled up not far away.

When the charcoal covered with ashes meets the air, it immediately emits a red flame, and sparks fly away.

Boom, the long table soaked in algae oil, together with the flammable linen and clothes piled aside were immediately ignited. faces.

——The wood in the old house was already dry, and he deliberately spread all the algae oil in the house on key places.

This was originally intended to be used by Ian to burn Ossina to death when he was in desperate situation, but his uncle was too useless to use it at all.

Now, the native shaman in front of him is cheap.

Dry rotten firewood and grass velvet that had been prepared long ago made this old house scorching hot, and the horrific heat wave and bright light dazzled the shaman's eyes in an instant.

Sequoia people are good at nocturnal action, and they can see clearly even in the dark night without moonlight, but in contrast, they cannot see bright sunlight and over-exuberant flames.

"Madman, you must go!"

There was only one thought in his mind, his eyes were dazzled so that he couldn't see clearly ahead, the shaman clenched the cane in his hand, and swung it forward indiscriminately, driving away possible attacks.

——Who would have thought that someone would be ready to burn their own home?

In this situation, no matter what Ian's final result is, the burning Ian's house will attract the attention of the surrounding residents. If they don't leave now, they really can't leave!

The shaman can't see the situation in the room clearly, and Ian should not be able to see it, but he didn't need to see it at all-the boy closed his eyes tightly at the moment, but he didn't need to care about the thin layer when he activated his psychic power. The eyelids can directly see the direction of the thick white mist through the flames.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ian took a step forward, using the force technique that Hilliard taught him to dig a hole before, exerting force on his waist, pushing his hands forward, and stabbing out the pitchfork in his hand.

Boom! There was a dull collision sound, and even if he was dazzled by the flames for a moment, the shaman still couldn't resist a straight thrust, and the cane got stuck in the fork of the pitchfork, blocking the blow.

But he still couldn't help being astonished: "How could it be? This is not the power that ordinary children should have!"

With no time to think about it, the shaman wanted to back off, but his right foot suddenly hurt—the injury from stepping on Ian’s trap made him unable to stand still, and the cane that was firmly holding the pitchfork slipped Opened, fell aside, but also took the pitchfork.

"Do you want to fight me?"

At this moment, although the shaman was vigilant, he didn't really panic. He was still an adult after all, how could he not be able to beat an eight-year-old child? It's not a surprise attack without a weapon, if you are prepared

Crack.

A bag of sleeping powder hit the shaman in the face.

The elegant fragrance diffuses in the high temperature of the flame, becoming mellow and long-lasting.

To tell the truth, if the lime is sprinkled on the face, it is indeed invincible in the world. If the lime is still poisonous, it is even more unparalleled.

After this, the shaman really wanted to continue to resist. Having undergone shaman ritual training, his resistance to sleeping powder was by no means comparable to that of ordinary people like Oxenna. What's more, Ian seems to be completely unaffected by the fire, and does not affect any actions at all.

After throwing the sleeping powder, Ian flew forward and knocked the shaman to the ground.

He stretched out his hand and firmly strangled the opponent's neck.

"How is that possible?!"

Sleeping powder, high temperature and lack of oxygen, the young shaman's eyeballs bulged and his face turned red.

In the blazing fire, he could only see Ian's eyes that finally opened, shining with a light blue water halo.

Like a light-colored water mist, it surged and swayed around the boy's pupils.

—Yes, psionics? !

Consciousness gradually disappeared, and he struggled frantically. He tried his best to beat, grab, and shake Ian's arm, but no matter how hard he waved, Ian always endured it silently, but the strength in his hand was getting stronger and stronger. In return for all this pain.

"It's just a sacrifice of life that was bought long ago"

Before completely losing consciousness, the feather ring shaman screamed out the last words in hatred, jealousy and fear, as if spitting out all the air in his lung cavity.

Soon.

Like his partner Oceanar, the hapless shaman fell into an eternal sleep from which he would never wake.

Call

Ian let go of his hand, the flames were already burning to his feet, the hot flames were licking the corners of his clothes, and sparks flew, burning more holes into the trouser legs that already had many holes.

Ian stared at the third person he killed today. He let out a weary breath, shook his head, and said to himself calmly: "You are just a sacrifice of the tribe and the totem."

"The sacrifice still wants to sacrifice the sacrifice, it is really sad and ridiculous."

Then, he turned sideways and hugged Elan, who was no longer bright red after the mist on his body suddenly turned white.

Ian strode towards the door corridor where the flames had not yet spread. He opened the door and saw Hilliard waiting in the doorway.

The old knight nodded with a smile on his face, as if to praise his student's performance.

Ian also smiled back, and turned his head amidst the sound of the flames burning.

Under the starless night sky, the crimson light seemed to be a spark on this bleak continent.

He stared at the blazing fire behind him, and subconsciously hugged Elan who was still sleeping in his arms. At this moment, the boy could already hear the exclamation of the neighbors around him.

He turned sideways, looking in Hilliard's direction.

The other party's face and hair color have changed to the appearance of Oceana.

Ian laughed too.

"It's over."

He said: "It is also a new beginning."

—everything that was old was burned to the ground.

So the boy took a step, toward Hilliard, the moonlit street.

——It's time to step into the new life.