Even the most evil and twisted imperial nobles would not want to have anything to do with blood sacrifice, at least not on the surface.
Port Harrison, where Ian is located, is located at the very edge of the Empire's South Ridge Province, next to the Thousand Miles of Baisen Mountains and redwood forests. In addition to imperial immigrants, there are also a large number of indigenous villages settled in the redwood forests and along the coast.
Most of these indigenous people believe in primitive totems and psychic spirits, or some kind of natural phenomenon.
In addition, there are also tribes that believe in intelligent monsters and even weird and evil aliens.
No matter who these indigenous tribes believe in, they are accustomed to blood sacrifices and human sacrifices, and even do not mind cannibalism under special circumstances.
Although they are rumored to be very hospitable, because most of them settled deep in the Baisen Mountains, no one knows why they are so hospitable, so few immigrants are willing to enter Qunsen and communicate with them.
——Who knows whether he is a guest or someone who is being hospitable?
But Ian's uncle got in touch with these people, or in other words, was trapped by the black mushroom extract provided by the other party, and became the other party's spy at the dock.
Although his uncle thought that what he did was very secretive, Ian was already smart enough before awakening his memory and could remember those strange behaviors and weird people dressed in strange clothes.
In the image that came to mind, the aboriginal person communicating with his uncle was short in stature, similar to a child, and his exposed skin was covered with complex totem magic patterns.
Ian's mere memory of those lines containing strange power made him feel dizzy and nauseated, and the obsidian saber on the opponent's waist was even more ferocious and full of blood.
After a little extrapolation and refining key words in his memory, Ian was able to guess the deal between his uncle and those dangerous natives.
"It's a pure sacrifice." He was sure.
Although the White People are not a rare ethnic minority, their bloodline does have something special, and they belong to an ethnic group that is relatively close to psychic abilities.
A child's pure spirituality is naturally the best sacrifice. It should be that the indigenous tribe who wanted to worship the gods recently couldn't find a suitable sacrifice, so they made a deal with their uncle.
"Huh... scum, purebred scum."
Taking a long breath, Ian regained consciousness from his memory and suppressed his anger.
He began to think rationally: "From that scum's point of view, I am already eight years old and can do some housework and odd jobs. When I get older, I can go to the dock to move goods and divide fish. I can be regarded as a labor force."
"In other words, there is still room for exploitation."
"But my brother, a two-year-old child, is a loser. He can't do any work and is noisy all the time. For a scumbag who is already in a daze and smokes black mushrooms, even throwing it away is considered a profit, let alone selling it to other people.
people?"
Very easy to understand idea.
As for how miserable the blood sacrifices suffered...
That scumbag obviously doesn't care.
"He deserves to die."
Ian's bottom line has always been very low, and he can even understand the mental processes of various serious criminals through empathy. For this reason, he almost failed to pass the political review for boarding the ship in his previous life, and was regarded as an 'abnormal thinker'.
But it was still too much, and he was indeed aroused.
However, rather than being angry, he couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart when he thought of his younger brother - everyone knows how noisy children under two years old are, and there was no movement in the room. This was obviously not normal.
Ian turned to look at the door. Could it be that his brother had been sent away and killed?
Not to mention that the other person is his younger brother in this life, the kind who sings lullabies to lull him to sleep.
Even if a two-year-old stranger encounters something like this, it is enough to make people angry.
"If my brother has really been sent away... it only proves that that scumbag has reached the extreme of madness, and my situation is extremely bad. He may take action against me at any time, and all previous speculations will be invalidated."
Ian's eyes were solemn, he frowned and whispered: "Even if I am a fool, I will definitely know that my brother has suddenly disappeared. I can't hide it for long."
"And he has smoked mushrooms to such an extent that he cannot use reason to judge what he is doing."
——This is the scariest thing about lunatics. They can do anything and it is impossible to predict!
Cruelty is not a big deal, it is unfathomable madness and cruelty that is terrifying.
Originally, Ian planned to endure the violence of this cheap uncle for a few more days, and then make plans after understanding the surrounding situation.
But if that mushroom-sucking scumbag is really related to the indigenous blood sacrifice, then he must start thinking of a way now and launch an escape plan immediately!
"Goodbye, I really can't stay in this home for a second!"
After complaining, Ian immediately started and walked towards the corner of the kitchen - that's where the boy had hidden the change used to escape.
Although he may be a bit of a procrastinator at ordinary times, when his life is at stake, he should act immediately no matter what.
But when Ian moved the wood chips piled in the corner and dusted his face, but did not see the silver coins he had saved, his expression changed slightly.
"Oops……"
Ian stared at the dust and moss in the corner and couldn't help but murmured: "He discovered it."
Remember the wrong location? How is that possible?
Now Ian can read his past memories as clearly as flipping through a book. He is 100% sure that this is where he hid his money.
There is only one reason why the hidden silver coins disappeared.
My cheap uncle has noticed his intention to hide the money and run away, and just recently!
"No wonder this scumbag has been more and more aggressive recently."
The body seemed to instinctively panic, fearing the coming beating, but Ian cursed in his heart: "Emotions are an escape plan exposed."
"That bad scumbag is probably just waiting to see my despair and confusion when I find out that the silver coin has disappeared, and he is taking pleasure in it."
In short, the plan to hide the money and escape has been discovered, and the way out has been blocked.
Moreover, if he thought about it carefully, looking at this escape plan from an adult's perspective, Ian could only shake his head.
——My past self had no idea where to escape, let alone the terrain around Harrison Port and the roads to the nearby villages.
In addition, my uncle must have help from natives who are familiar with this area, so simply escaping is impossible.
It is unrealistic to report it to the elders of Bai Zhimin.
In this ignorant and feudal era, it is normal for parents to beat their children and uncles to beat their nephews. If they are really beaten to death, they will be gossiped about. If I can't produce evidence that my uncle colluded with the indigenous people to sacrifice, I will let the elders arrest my uncle immediately.
, can only be considered crazy.
As long as he couldn't capture it on the spot, he would be alerting the enemy. Facing his exposed uncle, he would most likely die on the spot.
Even if it's a small chance, who would risk their life?
But there is no point in waiting any longer.
After knowing that he had a plan to hide money and escape, the punishment from the lunatic uncle would definitely become more and more severe. Even if he suddenly fell ill today, it was very possible that he would be beaten to death when he went crazy.
"At that time, he just found a time to throw my body into the mountain, and said that I disappeared because of naughtiness when he took me into the mountain. Although his sister's child would be stabbed in the back by the tribe, he didn't care.
"
Thinking about it from his perspective, Ian immediately shook his head.
Hey! More than possible, he is literally predicting the future!
You must find another way to resolve the crisis as soon as possible.
"We have to find evidence that he colluded with the natives to support the blood sacrifice... But it is too difficult. Is this cheap uncle crazy or stupid? There is no way that anything will be revealed in such a big matter."
Thinking carefully, despite the critical situation, Ian's expression was not solemn.
Instead, he narrowed his eyes and chuckled: "Interesting, escape and regular reporting will not work, can we only find an opportunity to sneak attack and kill him?"
"It's very dangerous, but you have to be prepared."
Although he was a little hesitant, Ian was seriously considering this possibility and did not reject the idea of 'killing people' at all.
Even because the other party is a scumbag who deserves to die, he is still a little eager to try.
If he wants to exclude him, he won't almost fail the political review.
Ian's bottom line is horribly low when it comes to his core interests. In his previous life, no one in the Datong society touched his interests, so it was not obvious.
"anyway."
When thinking of the dangerous plan, Ian still whispered to himself. He raised the corners of his mouth and opened the door: "Are the vitals of people from other worlds the same as those of people on earth? I just touched my bones, rib position, heartbeat and abdomen.
The distribution of internal organs should be similar..."
"But I can't be too careless. I can't fail to kill with one blow, otherwise I will be the one who dies."
open the door.
Unexpectedly, Ian, who expected to see an empty bed, saw the peaceful sleeping face of his two-year-old brother.
The sound of the door clicked without waking the other party. The kid with short white hair even slapped his mouth. His cheeks were bulging and fleshy. He had obviously lived a much more nourishing life than him.
"Why?" Ian was really puzzled at first, but when he thought about it carefully, the natives wanted a sacrifice, and no matter how hard they thought, they couldn't get a skinny little guy...
The pigs have to be fattened before they can be eaten!
"I haven't been sent away yet, so that's okay... maybe there's still some time for me to prepare."
He breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head. Ian originally planned to close the door and leave so as not to affect his brother's sleep.
But just before closing the door, he saw something different from normal 'things' on his brother's peaceful sleeping face.
Wisps of deep black mist with red blood.
Black mist lingered on his forehead, and an ominous aura flowed out.
Corresponding to the 'pure sacrifice' deduced before, the younger brother who prepared the sacrifice was in response to the words of Ian's hometown in his previous life, 'When the hall turns black, there will be a bloody disaster.'
"What's this?"
At this moment, the obviously surreal scene in front of Ian made him stunned.
Ian stared blankly at the black-red mist in the shape of an 'obsidian knife' that was constantly tumbling on his brother's forehead, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes: "The style of this obsidian knife, the indigenous belt that negotiated with Uncle Cheap
It's almost the same...could it be said that-"
"Woo!?"
For a moment, it was like being struck by lightning, and his brain was in severe pain. Ian let out a short whimper. He immediately fell to his knees, pressed his head with both hands, closed his eyes tightly, and blood flowed out of the bandage and trickled down his cheek.
It wasn't just the severe pain that felt like drumming coming from the wound on his head.
Deep in the brain, or in other words, an organ that is not the body but also belongs to ‘Ian’, is delivering severe pain that can shock ordinary people in an instant!
It is the trembling of the 'soul' and the trembling of the 'will'.
If he were an ordinary eight-year-old child, he would have rolled his eyes and passed out long ago.
But at this moment, Ian was unusually awake. Stimulated by the taste of blood like rust, he endured the burning pain from beginning to end.
In contrast, what came from his eyes was a dead coldness like ancient glaciers.
The fiery pain and the coldness, the two conflicting opposites, seemed to arouse a strange sensation like an explosion, making his eyes temporarily unable to see - but in the darkness, Ian saw endless light.
He saw countless dots of fireflies emerging from the dark corners and gathering together.
Like a long river of brilliance, it finally condenses into a star in the center of my mind...
Then shine gently.
"ah……"
Opening his eyes, Ian's green eyes were filled with little flickers of light like fireflies.
——The spirits and souls of past and present lives converged into one, igniting a fire that had never been ignited in the past.
Ian raised his head and looked around the room.
In an instant, all the forms of tables and chairs, the beams and windows, and even the linen clothes placed on the table appeared in various shades of 'color'.
There are only three deepest and brightest colors in the entire room.
Ian stood up, his eyes firmly fixed on the black-red mist surrounding his brother, and then slowly turned his head.
The boy looked at the small bowl used to hold rice porridge on the table next to the bed. There was residual light blue mist in it.
This blue halo is radiant, with a faint white light flashing at the edge, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.
And, finally, myself.
Ian looked at his hand - although it was only for a short moment, after a moment, all the visions disappeared.
But he still saw the color on his body.
It was a sea of pure black mist that was already as deep as ink, and no light could be seen anymore. In the deep darkness, ominous things were rolling and rolling, like thick clouds before a storm.
In the sea of fog, one or two bolts of lightning as red as blood suddenly split the fog clouds, reflecting blood-colored light and shadow in the boy's pupils, which was ferocious and terrifying.
After a moment of silence, Ian laughed.
"I see……"
Stretching out his hand and wiping away the blood on his cheeks and eyes, his voice was filled with realization: "This is psychic power."
Ian slowly clenched his fist, letting the empty mist in his palm disperse: "My spiritual power."