Chapter 6: horizon
Chapter 6 Vision
In the dimly lit room, the light from the fluorescens oil lamp outlines the outline of the room, and the white-haired boy is panting wearily.
On the long table wrapped in oil canvas, there was not much blood flowing. This was because the fatal wound of the corpse was not large, and sleeping powder was still used as a tranquilizer to relax blood vessels before death.
Thanks to Sleeping Powder's calmness, otherwise, Ossena struggled and screamed desperately before dying, maybe he would break free and let the neighbors around hear him...that would be bad.
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.
"Corps cannot be left in the house...but more on that later."
Staring at the other party's corpse, Ian shook his head, deciding not to be bothered to pay attention to the hideous expression on the other party's face before death.
Human scum and beasts deserve the end of human scum and beasts.
Rather than caring about a perverted child abuser who sucked mushrooms, he felt that it would be better to think about the nature of his abilities.
At this moment, Ian has somewhat understood the effect of the psionic ability he named 'foreseeing vision'.
—When he opens the vision vision, he will consume part of his physical strength, and the blood will 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 put, it is [rare] in rarity.
Supor Huamian powder is one, and it is the only one at present.
The effect of sleep powder is obvious. It can quickly make people without relevant resistance fall asleep for a period of time. Even if it is taken as often as Oxenna, causing the body to develop resistance, it is nothing more than waking up early, and sleep should be slept.
This is the effect of the predictive horizon can discover 'unusual' things.
As for the future, will there be 【Very Rare】, 【Rare and Extraordinary】【Rare and Peerless】and 【Ha! legend! 】This level...
Then 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 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. This is why there are still many herbal collectors in the port."
Supor Sleeping Flower, as well as the black mushroom that my uncle smoked, are all this kind of special medicinal herbs and materials. You only need to collect a few, and you can sell them to the city hall and chamber of commerce for a lot of money.
However, he doesn't need to be like those old herb pickers, he can only rely on 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 at it, and he can discover a lot of wealth!
And, not only that.
This is only part of the ability of the 'forecast horizon'!
If he had to find an allusion, Ian felt that his psionic power was related to 'Wang Qi'.
After all, this psychic ability 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 ability.
With a thought, Ian came to the room where his younger brother was—Elan had been sleeping peacefully until now because he ate oat porridge soaked in sleeping powder, and it might take a while to wake up.
Turning on the predictive perspective, Ian held back his palpitations and looked at it, thinking: "Sure enough."
"The black and red death aura has disappeared, leaving only a faint swirl of blood... 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 was 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 people of 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 authorization to trade black mushrooms with the aborigines.
After all, there are quite a few hunters missing in the forest, let alone a cripple?
Those of the same family who vaguely know this will not pursue it further.
But it's not safe.
After all, both Ian and Elan are still children, and Oceana is their last blood relative. Without the protection of blood relatives, they can only be adopted sons or apprentices of others in this rural area, and the best result is to be sent to Huaiguang In the church, the priest and the master are used as helpers, but they may not accept it.
You must know that 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, and the short-term crisis is still indigenous.
The death of Oceana does not mean that the deal he planned to make is over. It is not that the natives who are in urgent need of pure sacrifices have sneaked into the port. They have long known the address of Oceana and forced Brother Ian Two looting is not a big deal at all.
"I can't see my own destiny. I understand very well that in most legends, divination cannot predict my future."
Ian stretched out his hand and pinched his little brother's fat face. He mused thoughtfully, "But I can see the fortune in Elan."
"Elan is just a one-year-old child. I am his elder brother. Our fate is closely related. If I am going to die, he will not be able to survive... Conversely, the crisis that can endanger my brother, even if it is not so terrible to me , but certainly requires caution.”
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 child's fleshy face felt good: "I can't see my own, but I can see my brother's!"
"Which of us brothers is with whom! You die and we die!"
The white-haired child huddled under the blanket was still smacking his mouth in his sleep, making a cute murmur, 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 ability.
In the final analysis, Elan was his only remaining blood relative in this world. His mother was sick, and not long after giving birth to Elan, she died of overworked care of two children by herself after her stepfather left.
All along, it was Ian who told stories and sang lullabies to Elan, and Elan was the closest to his elder 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 reality, it is not. This is also the reason why the half-elf stepfather from Canaan Moore left directly .
The white-haired toddler has pointed ears, which is indeed cute.
Watching 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... Anyway, 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 in this bad start."
Whispering in such a low voice, Ian got up and left his brother's room.
When he passed the long table, he wiped the blood scabs off his hands with his uncle's clothes.
Coming to the window, Ian cautiously looked around the window.
For a moment, he seemed to see a golden mist of light, but the next moment, the light disappeared.
"what is that?"
Ian rubbed his eyes with some doubts, and finally determined 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 lamps that use the oil squeezed out of fluorescent algae as fuel are said to be always bright, but they only shine for more than a month at most.
Forcibly turned on, it will only be like 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 full of emotion.
Harrison Port, Terra Continent.
Although it looks very old and feudal.
But Ian knows that this superficially, at most, a different world on the eve of the industrial age... is completely different from the earth in the previous life.
Not only spiritual powers, but also sublimators and Supor sleeping powder and other quite extraordinary things.
"Is it swords and magic? Psionics and miracles?"
Ian stared at the world outside the window. This feeling of knowing everything is really exciting: "That's great, Terra."
exclaimed, 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.
Different world? With psychic powers, sleep powder and all kinds of other unheard and unseen things?
It could not be better!
He quickly tied the corpse with tarpaulin, and Ian was 100% sure that the cruel and vicious uncle had died completely. Even if there was necromancy in this world, half of the neck would still 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 belly was close to pain, and during the relief period after the tension was too much, a sense of 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."
(end of this chapter)
