Because the sigil is called the Chaos Mark, Lan Li once named the power generated by the mark the power of chaos.

Originally, he thought that this kind of power could not be controlled, just like its name, it was a mysterious and ever-changing existence.

It's just that I don't want to think that when that power is integrated into a person's body, it will evolve into that kind of strange "seed"?

And then this kind of child can still be recalled by the imprint?

Lan Li, who was sitting in the corner of an unmanned cabin, looked down at his left wrist, where the edge of the black and white double-arc reverse cross pattern that had existed there was accompanied by the previous heat, and there was already a small axe symbol shrouded in a circle, the color of this symbol was gray, quietly exposed at the edge of the wrist, and the gray mist seemed to rise faintly outward as the boy watched.

"The birth of this thing is an example?"

Lan Li can't be sure.

He had just touched it with his hand before, and then he suddenly felt some memory images and a strange and pure will, which seemed to be the glove bird he had released when he was in the High Court, and it seemed to be a bit of instinctive spirituality in the "Power Seed".

The spirit was still quite resistant to itself.

However, this resistance suddenly disappeared later, and Lan Li felt as if the spirit had adapted to his existence, or rather, as if he had ignored himself.

Therefore, when he touched it again, he did not feel any more feedback from the spirit, but heard a word.

"But if the war doesn't go well, Rodric, you're going to cut off my head before the enemy."

……

A hazy sentence came to the bottom of his heart, causing the boy who was sitting in the corner of the linen bag to squint unconsciously.

In the unmanned cabin, surrounded by gray flax bags, the smell of wheat and salted jerky filled his nostrils, and his sensitive hearing allowed him to faintly hear the noise of the harbor outside the cabin, telling where he was at the moment—

He is still in the harbor area of Pike Island.

The change in his left wrist and the sudden gaze caused him to flee quickly, and although the ironmen began to search soon after, they did not realize that the boy had already taken refuge in the bottom of a merchant ship moored in the corner of the harbor.

Although the search team passed by continuously, nothing unusual was found, and finally when night fell, Lan Li climbed onto the unmanned ship, and then hid in what appeared to be a merchant ship warehouse.

Then, he noticed this series of changes.

Who is Rodric? What about that?

Lan Li had a guess, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it for the time being, because he found that the change that came from his finger touching the axe mark was not just a feeling, but also another feeling, which was stickiness.

The viscosity brought by the gray mist rising from the surface of the axe mark.

It was as if the visible smoke had turned into substance, sticking to his fingers when he touched it, and Lan Li tried to lift his finger, and he saw the smoke rise with it, and eventually be pulled away from the axe mark.

The mark on his wrist was no longer smoky, and Lan Li's right index finger was wrapped in a layer of gray mist as faint as a flame.

"Ancient Path?"

Watching this thing "burn" quietly on his fingers, Lan Li thought thoughtfully.

His fingers were wrapped in "flames", but there was no special feeling that appeared, but he faintly felt that there was a burst of seemingly evil aura exuding from this "flame".

That's killing? Is it desire? Is it violent? Still is...... Plunder?

After observing for a long time, Lan Li tried to rub the thing on the linen bag that he was leaning against behind him, so the gray flame attached to the surface of the bag and "burned".

It's just that it looks like it's burning, but it doesn't actually affect the bag in the slightest, and it sticks there quietly and fluttering, silent, and looks so weird.

"Cannot be applied to dead objects."

Knowing this, the boy raised his finger to scrape the thing back, and then glanced around at a sneaky rat hiding in the corner of the bag not far from the cabin.

It was dark outside, and a ray of moonlight shone through the narrow windows of the cabin, and the rat was snorting its nose at the edge where the light could not be seen.

It didn't seem to be too scared, but Lan Li got up and tried to get closer but scared it away, but it didn't take it out of sight.

Lan Li then pulled out a hard dried fish from a wooden barrel not far away, glued the "flame" in his hand to it, and threw it towards the light-filled wooden floor.

A dried meat wrapped in a gray flame burned silently in the cold light, and the boy hid in the corner and watched silently, and before long he saw the mouse sneakily running past, and then, as if he had no scruples about the "flames", bit his mouth on the jerky.

The flame scurried down the mouse's mouth, and the rat unconsciously continued to roll and chew on the jerky on its two small forelegs, but before it could finish the hard jerky, it suddenly paused, and then raised its thin head to let out a squeaky scream.

After that, the rat the size of an adult's palm began to run around the warehouse frantically, and constantly scratched the linen bags in the warehouse with its claws and mouth, looking extremely arrogant.

Watching all this quietly, Lan Li hugged his chest and touched his chin, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Obviously, the gray flame can affect the target's thinking, but the rat's behavior does not seem to be the same as the ancient path.

"Cognition is different? Or is it because of race? ”

"Does Flame still have that kind of denial ability?"

"Is it the same effect as the original bird?"

Thinking about this, Lan Li thought of something he had felt when he touched the fist mark before, and he reached out again to touch the mark on his left wrist.

"Haven't found the boy yet?"

A questioning word quietly emerged from the bottom of his heart, not a voice, so there was no emotion in it, but at the same time as these words emerged, Lan Li seemed to see a thin and angular face, which was the black-haired middle-aged man he looked at when he was in the port.

"What a bunch of shit."

The second sentence then emerged, but it was clearly not a response to the first.

"Maybe he doesn't want to see us yet?"

……

Obviously, the connection between the wrist mark and the will of the ancient path allowed Lan Li to have this ability to read the thoughts of his host, but compared to the beginning, this reading was now not one, but two.

"Squeak-"

"The dampness at sea may not be very kind to my teeth, but the Harlow family really has an idea."

"Squeak squeak—"

"War ......"

"Squeak—"

……

Fingers touching his left wrist and his eyes looking at the gray-haired mouse running around in the warehouse without making much noise, Lan Li could now be sure that the flame that had been fed to the rat before was indeed the ancient way.

Because except for the lack of the first memory flashback, everything he felt from the other person was exactly the same as the first bird.

So......

Looking down at the small mark attached to the corner of the large mark on his wrist, Lan Li fell into deep thought.

He could faintly sense that an invisible and faint force was transmitting along the unique connection of this thing, so he guessed that the mark would soon breed that kind of "flame", or "seed of the ancient path", again.

But what can this thing be used for?