In the dim room, the light of the fluorescent algae oil lamp outlined the outline of the room, and the white-haired boy panted tiredly.
There was not much blood flowing on the long table wrapped in oil canvas. This was because the fatal wound on the body was not large, and sleeping powder was still used as a sedative to constrict blood vessels before death.
Fortunately, Mianfen was calm, otherwise, if Oceana struggled and howled before he died, he might have broken free and let the neighbors hear him... that would have been terrible.
But now, Oceana is dead. No one can survive after his throat is cut and he suffocates for more than ten minutes.
At least Oceana couldn't do it.
"The body can't be left at home...but we'll talk about that later."
Staring at the other party's body, Ian shook his head and decided not to bother paying attention to how ferocious the other party's expression was before his death.
Scumbags and beasts deserve to be treated like scumbags and beasts.
Rather than caring about a pedophile, mushroom-sucking pervert who should have died long ago, he thought it would be better to think about the nature of his own abilities.
At this moment, Ian already somewhat understood the effect of the psychic ability that he named 'precognition vision'.
——When he opens his precognitive vision, part of his physical strength will be consumed, and blood will rush towards his head.
——At the same time, everything in his field of vision will be shrouded in mist 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 is something quite unusual in that area and has strange effects.
Blue represents ‘extraordinary’ things.
To put it simply, it is the [rare] among rarities.
Supor Flower Sleeping Powder is one of them, and it is also the only one at present.
The effect of sleeping powder is obvious. It can quickly make people without related resistance fall asleep for a period of time. Even if it is taken regularly like Oxena and causes the body to develop resistance, it is nothing more than waking up early and sleeping when it is time.
This is the effect of precognitive vision that can discover ‘extraordinary’ things.
As for the future, will there be levels such as [very rare], [rare and extraordinary], [unparalleled rare] and [Ha! Legend!]...
It depends on whether you are lucky in the future and whether you can come across such rare and good things.
"It's not difficult."
Ian opened up his mind and thought carefully: "Many areas around Harrison Port have not been developed, and there are still many rare medicinal materials and supplies left in the jungles and mountains. This is why there are still many herbal collectors in the port."
Supor sleeping flowers and the black mushrooms that my uncle smoked were special herbs and materials. You only need to collect a few of them to sell them to the city hall and chamber of commerce, and earn a lot of money.
However, he does not need to be like those old herb collectors who can only rely on experience to try their luck.
Ian only needs to open his eyes from time to time and use his 'precognition vision' to discover a lot of wealth!
And, it's not just that.
This is just part of the capabilities of ‘Predictive Horizon’!
If I had to find an allusion, Ian felt that his psychic ability was related to "Wang Qi".
After all, in addition to detecting the rarity of the object itself, this psychic power can also observe the future.
Predicting the future direction is the real core of this spiritual power.
With a thought in his mind, Ian came to the room where his younger brother was - Elan had been sleeping peacefully until now because he ate wheat porridge soaked with sleeping powder, and it would probably take a while before he woke up.
Turning on the precognitive perspective, Ian held back his palpitations and looked at it, thinking: "Sure enough."
"The black and red death energy has disappeared, leaving only a faint whirling blood... Does this mean there is still danger, but it is no longer a fatal crisis?"
The death of uncle Oceana has made Ian and Ellan's crisis disappear, but the matter is far from over.
First of all, Oceana's death or disappearance will be discovered sooner or later by everyone in Harrison Port and the White People.
Although it is unlikely that anyone would suspect an eight-year-old child, Ian could definitely blame his uncle's disappearance on his own unauthorized entry into the redwood forest to trade black mushrooms with the indigenous people.
After all, there are many hunters missing in the forest, let alone a lame man?
Members of the same race who vaguely know this will not pursue it further.
But this is not safe.
After all, Ian and Ellan are both still children, and Oceana 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. The best result is to be sent to Huaiguang.
The church offers help to the priest, but others may not accept it.
You know, in Harrison Port, the southernmost part of the continent, the master of Huaiguang Church occasionally has to work in the fields and go fishing at sea.
Taking care of children is something no one wants to do.
This is a long-term crisis, but the short-term crisis is still indigenous.
The death of Oceana does not mean that the deal he planned to make is over. The indigenous people who are in urgent need of pure sacrifices have not sneaked into the port before. They have long known Oceana's address and forcibly took Brother Ian away.
Taking two people away is not a big deal at all.
"I can't see my own luck. I understand very well that in most legends and stories, prophecies and divination cannot predict my future."
Ian stretched out his hand and pinched his brother's little fat face. He thought thoughtfully and whispered to himself: "But I can see the luck in Ellan."
"Elan is just a child over one year old. I am his brother. Our fates share weal and woe. If I die, he will not be able to survive... In turn, the crisis that can endanger my brother, even if it is not so serious to me.
It’s scary, but it definitely requires caution.”
Thinking of this, Ian's eyes gradually brightened, and he had already figured it out: "So."
"As long as I observe Elan's future destiny and see how good or bad his fortune is, I can see my own future fortune from the side!"
Ian rubbed Ellan's face excitedly, the white-haired toddler's little fleshy face felt good to the touch: "I can't see my own, but I can see my brother's!"
"Which one of us brothers is following which one? You will die and I will die!"
The white-haired child huddled in the bed was still smacking his lips in his sleep and making cute mumbling sounds. He had no idea that he had been used by his brother as a tool to predict the future, a human flesh comparison device.
Of course, it's not just that.
The reason why Ian is determined to protect Elan is not just because of his ability.
After all, Elan is his only remaining blood relative in this world. His mother was sick and died not long after giving birth to Elan because she had to work too hard to take care of two children by herself after her stepfather left.
It has always been Ian who told Elan stories and sang lullabies, and Elan was the closest to him as his brother.
Elan has a quarter of the elven blood, plus the mixed blood of the White People. In theory, the potential for awakening spiritual power is great, but in fact it does not. This is why the half-elf stepfather from Canaan Moor left directly.
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The white-haired toddler has pointy ears, which is indeed a bit cute.
Looking at Elan's sleeping face, the boy exhaled and calmed down a little.
Ian stretched out his hand, leaned down, and pinched the tip of the other person's ear. The anger in his eyebrows from killing Oceana also dissipated. The boy looked at his brother gently: "Even if you are really stupid, I
I will also take care of you when you grow up... Anyway, you are my only relative in this world."
"Just to better cope with the crisis in this unknown world, I must make good use of every detail of my ability to find a glimmer of hope in this bad start."
Saying this to himself in a low voice, Ian stood up and left his brother's room.
When he passed by the long table, he wiped the blood scab on his hands with his uncle's clothes.
Coming to the window, Ian looked out the window cautiously.
For a moment, he seemed to see a golden mist, but the next moment, the light disappeared.
"what is that?"
Ian rubbed his eyes with some confusion, and finally determined that it should be an illusion caused by the flickering lights of the street lights.
The streets of this coastal city are silent late at night, with only some dim street lights around the city center. Those long-bright lamps that use oil extracted from fluorescent algae as fuel are said to stay on, but they only shine for more than a month at most.
If you forcibly light it up, it will only end up like it is now, half burning and half extinguished, flickering on and off.
After confirming that no one was around, Ian sealed the curtain tightly again.
His heart was filled with emotion.
Harrison Port, Terra Continent.
Although it looks very ancient and feudal.
But Ian knew that on the surface, this alien world seemed to be on the eve of the industrial age at most... completely different from the earth in the previous life.
There are not only psychic powers, but also extraordinary things such as sublimators and Supor sleeping powder.
"Is it swords and sorcery? Psionics and miracles?"
Ian stared at the world outside the window. This feeling of unknown everything was indeed exciting: "It's so interesting, Tyra."
He sighed in admiration, he had such a character in his previous life.
Ian's pursuit is this kind of feeling and this kind of future.
That's why he longed to go to the sea of stars, to that dark and unknown 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? There are psychic powers, sleeping powder and other unheard of and unseen things?
It could not be better!
Quickly tying the body with oil canvas, Ian was 100% sure that the cruel and evil uncle died very thoroughly. Even if there was necromancy in this world, half of the corpse's neck would still be missing, so there was nothing to worry about.
"I have to dispose of my uncle's body tonight."
In the swaying halo of the living room, Ian took a long breath. At this moment, he felt that the hunger in his belly was almost painful. During the relief period after being overly nervous, a feeling of powerlessness gradually surged into his limbs: "But now."
The boy who had just disposed of the body came to the correct conclusion.