Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 6: Vision

In the dimly lit room, the outline of the room was outlined by the light of the fluorescent algae oil lamp, and the white-haired boy was panting wearily.

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

Thanks to Sleeping Powder's calmness, otherwise, Ossena struggled and howled desperately before dying, maybe he would break free, and it would be bad for the neighbors around to hear him.

But now, Oceana is dead. No one can survive a throat slit and suffocation for more than ten minutes.

At least Oceana couldn't do it.

"The dead body can't stay at home but we'll talk about it later."

Staring at the other party's body, Ian shook his head, deciding not to bother to pay attention to the hideous expression on the other party's face before death.

Human scum and beast should end up with human scum and beast.

Compared to caring about a perverted child abuser and mushroom sucker who should have been damned long ago, he thinks it's better to think about the nature of his own abilities.

At this moment, Ian has somewhat understood the effect of the psionic ability he named 'foreseeing vision'.

——When he opened the Vision of Prediction, he would consume some of his stamina, and the blood would rush to his head.

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

Ordinary wooden tables, chairs, ropes and other things are filled with white, gray, or even translucent mist. This kind of mist 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 with strange functions in that area.

Blue represents the 'extraordinary' things.

Simply speaking, it is the rarest of rarities.

Supor Huamian powder is one, and it is the only one at present.

The effect of sleeping powder is obvious. It can quickly make people without relevant resistance fall into a deep sleep for a period of time. Even if it is taken as often as Osenna, causing the body to develop resistance, it is nothing more than waking up early, and sleep is still necessary. .

This is the effect of the predictive vision that can discover 'unusual' things.

As for the future, will there be Very Rare, Rare, Extraordinary, Rare, Unparalleled and Ha! legend! This level

It depends on your luck in the future, whether you can come across such rare good things.

"It's not difficult."

Ian opened up his mind, and he pondered 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 herb collectors in the port. Reason."

Supor Sleeping Flower, as well as the black mushroom that my uncle smoked, are all this kind of special medicinal herbs and materials, and they only need to collect a few, and they can be sold to the city hall and chamber of commerce for a lot of money.

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

Ian only needs to open his eyes from time to time and use the 'foreseeing vision' to look, and he can discover a lot of wealth!

And, not only that.

This is only a part of the ability of the 'forecast horizon'!

If he had to find an allusion, Ian felt that his psionic power was related to "Looking Qi".

After all, apart from detecting the rarity of the object itself, this psychic ability can also observe the future.

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

With a thought, Ian came to the room where his younger brother was - because Elan ate the oatmeal soaked in sleeping powder, he has been sleeping peacefully until now, and it may take a while to wake up.

Opening the predictive perspective, Ian held back his palpitations and looked at it, thinking: "Sure enough."

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

Uncle Oceana's death made Ian and Elan's crisis disappear, but the matter is far from over.

First of all, the death or disappearance of Oceana will sooner or later be discovered by everyone in Port Harrison and the White People.

Although it is unlikely that anyone would doubt the eight-year-old child, Ian can definitely push his uncle's disappearance to the fact that he entered the redwood forest without permission to trade black mushrooms with the aborigines.

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

The same clan who vaguely know this will not pursue it further.

But it's not safe.

After all, both Ian and Elan are still children, and Oxenna is their last blood relative. Without the protection of blood relatives, they can only be other people's adopted sons or apprentices in this rural place. Entering the Huaiguang Church to help the priest, but they may not accept it.

You know, in Harrison Port, the southernmost part of the mainland, the master of the Huaiguang Church occasionally goes to work in the fields and goes fishing.

No one wants to take care of children.

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

Ossenna's death does not mean that the deal he intends to make is over. It is not that the natives who are in urgent need of pure sacrifices have sneaked into the port. It's not a big deal at all that the Ian brothers are stolen.

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

Ian stretched out his hand and pinched his younger brother's fat face. He murmured thoughtfully, "But I can see the fortune in Elan."

"Elan is just a one-year-old child. I am his elder brother. Our destiny is shared. If I am going to die, he will not be able to survive. In turn, the crisis that can endanger my brother, even if it is not for me That's scary, but it certainly needs to be cautious."

Thinking of this, Ian's eyes gradually lit up, and he already figured it out: "So."

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

Ian rubbed Elan's face excitedly, the white-haired toddler's fleshy face felt good: "I can't see my own, but I can see my brother's!"

"Which one of us brothers is with who! You die and we die!"

The white-haired child huddled under the blanket was still slamming his mouth in his sleep, making a cute muttering sound, unaware that he had been used by his brother as a tool to predict the future, a human flesh comparator.

Of course, it's not just that.

The reason why Ian is determined to protect Elan is not just because of his ability.

In the final analysis, Elan was his only remaining blood relative in this world. His mother was weak, and not long after giving birth to Elan, she died of overworked taking care of two children by herself after her stepfather left.

It has always been Ian who tells stories and sings lullabies to Elan, and Elan is also the closest to his brother.

Elan has a quarter of elven blood, plus the mixed blood of the white people. In theory, the potential for awakening psionic power is great, but in fact it does not. reason for leaving.

The white-haired toddler has pointed ears, which is indeed cute.

Looking at Elan's sleeping face, the boy let out a breath and calmed down a little.

Ian stretched out his hand, leaned down, and pinched the tip of the other's ear, and the a little hostility in his brows that had been stained by killing Ossina dissipated. The boy looked at his younger brother gently: "Even if you are really stupid, I will take care of you to grow up. No matter what, you are my only relative in this world."

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

So whispering to himself, Ian got up and left his brother's room.

When he passed the long table, he wiped off the blood scabs on his hands with his uncle's clothes.

Come to the window, Ian cautiously looked around the window.

In an instant, he seemed to see a golden mist, but in the next instant, the light disappeared.

"What's that?"

Ian rubbed his eyes with some doubts, and finally confirmed that it should be an illusion caused by the flickering street lights at the intersection of the street.

The streets and alleys of this coastal city are silent at night, only a few dim street lights around the city center. Those long-burning lights that use the oil squeezed out of fluorescent algae as fuel are called long-lasting lights, but they only shine for more than a month at most.

If you force it on, it will only be like it is now, half-burned and half-extinguished, flickering and flickering.

After confirming that no one was there, Ian sealed the curtain tightly again.

His heart was filled with emotion.

Port Harrison, continental Terra.

Although it looks very old and feudal.

But Ian knows that this superficially, at most, different world on the eve of the industrial age is completely different from the earth in his previous life.

There are not only psychic powers, but also sublimators and Supor sleep powder and other quite extraordinary things.

"Is it swords and magic? Psychics and miracles?"

Ian stared at the world outside the window, this feeling of knowing everything is really exciting: "It's so interesting, Tyra."

Exuding admiration, he had such a character in his previous life.

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

That's why he longed to go to the sea of ​​stars, to that dark and unknowable distance.

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

A different world? With psychic powers, sleep powder and all kinds of other unheard and unseen things?

It couldn't be better!

By quickly binding the corpse with tarpaulin, Ian was 100% sure that the cruel and evil uncle had died thoroughly. Even if there was necromancy in this world, half of the corpse's neck would be missing, so there was nothing to fear.

"Uncle's body has to be disposed of tonight."

In the swaying halo of the living room, Ian let out a long breath. At this moment, he felt that the hunger in his stomach was almost painful, and in the relief period after the tension was too much, the powerlessness gradually came to his limbs: "But now .”

The boy who had just disposed of the corpse came to the correct conclusion.

"You have to eat first."