Sacrifice, blood sacrifice.

Even the most evil and twisted imperial nobles would not want to have anything to do with the blood sacrifice, at least on the surface.

Port Harrison, where Ian is located, is located at the very edge of the Imperial Southridge Province, next to the thousands of miles of Byson Mountains and redwood forests, where a large number of indigenous villages have settled in and along the coast, in addition to imperial immigrants.

Most of these natives believe in primitive totems and psionic spirits, or some kind of natural phenomenon.

In addition, there are also tribes that believe in wisdom and magical beasts, and even weird and evil aliens.

Whoever these indigenous tribes believed, they were accustomed to blood sacrifices and even didn't mind cannibalism in special cases.

Although they are rumored to be very hospitable, because most of them live in the depths of the Bissen Mountains, no one knows why they are hospitable, so few of the settlers are willing to enter the Gunsan and communicate with them.

- Who knows if they are a guest or are hospitable?

And Ian's uncle hooked up with these people, or rather, was trapped by the black mushroom extract provided by the other party, and became the other party's eyeliner at the docks.

Although his uncle thought he was doing something very secretive, Ian was smart enough to remember the strange behaviors and strange clothes of the strange people before he awakened his memory

The image that comes to mind shows the natives who communicate with their uncle being short and child-like, and their exposed skin is covered in intricate totemic patterns.

Ian just remembered that those lines containing strange power made him a little dizzy and wanted to vomit, and the obsidian saber on the other party's waist was even more hideous, stained with blood.

With a little extrapolation and distilling the key words in his memory, Ian guessed about his uncle's dealings with those dangerous natives.

"It's a pure sacrifice." He's sure.

Although the people of Bai are not a rare minority, their bloodline does have special features, and they belong to an ethnic group that is relatively close to spiritual energy.

The child's spiritual purity and purity are naturally the best sacrifices, and it should be that the indigenous tribes who want to sacrifice to the gods recently can't find a suitable sacrifice, so they make a deal with their uncle.

"Whew...... Scum, purebred scum. ”

Exhaling a long breath and recovering from his memory, Ian suppressed his anger.

He began to think rationally: "From that scumbag's point of view, I am eight years old, I can do a little housework and odd jobs, and when I am older, I can go to the dock to move goods and distribute fish, which is considered a laborer." ”

"That is, there is still room for squeezing."

"But the younger brother, a two-year-old child, is simply a loser. can't do work, and it's noisy all day long, for the trance-like scum who has already smoked black mushrooms, even if they are thrown away, they are considered profitable, let alone sold to others? ”

Easy to understand the train of thought.

As for how miserable the blood sacrifice was......

The scum clearly didn't care.

"He's damned."

Ian's bottom line has always been very low, and he can even understand the mental process of various felons through empathy, so he almost didn't even pass the boarding political trial in his previous life, and is regarded as an 'abnormal thinker'.

But it was still too much, and he was indeed aroused.

However, compared to anger, he couldn't help but sink in his heart when he thought of his younger brother - everyone knows how noisy children under two years old are, and there is no movement in the room at all, which is obviously abnormal.

Ian turned his head to look at the door, could it be that his brother had been sent away and killed?

Don't talk about the other party, but it's the younger brother of his own life, the kind who sings lullabies to coax him to sleep.

It's just a two-year-old strange child, and this kind of thing is enough to make people angry.

"What if my brother has really been sent away...... It only proves that the scum has gone crazy to the limit, and my situation is extremely bad, he may attack me at any time, and all previous speculations will be nullified. ”

Ian's eyes were solemn, he frowned and whispered: "Even if I am a fool, my brother will definitely know about his sudden disappearance, and he will not be able to hide it for long." ”

"And he's sucking mushrooms to this point, and he can't judge what he's done with reason at all."

- This is the scariest thing about madmen, they can do anything, they can't predict it at all!

Brutality is not a big deal, but it is the madness and cruelty that cannot be speculated that is terrifying.

Originally, Ian had planned to endure the violence of this cheap uncle for a few more days, and make plans after figuring out the surrounding situation.

But if that mushroom-sucking scum really has something to do with the indigenous blood sacrifice, then he has to start trying his best to find a way to immediately start an escape plan!

"Goodbye, I can't stay in this home for a second!"

With a few complaints, Ian immediately started and walked to the corner of the kitchen, where the boy had hidden the change he had used to escape.

Although he may be a bit of a procrastination in normal times, when his life is at stake, he should act immediately no matter what.

But Ian's face changed slightly when he removed the lump of wood chips and dust from the corner of the wall, and did not see the silver coins he had saved.

"Oops......"

Ian stared at the dust and moss in the corner of the wall and muttered, "He found it." ”

Misremembering the location? How can it be.

Now Ian reads his memories of the past as clearly as flipping through a book, and he is 100% sure that he is hiding his money here.

There was only one reason why the silver coins disappeared.

That cheap uncle has already sensed his intention to hide his money and escape, and only recently!

"No wonder this scum has been getting heavier lately."

The flesh seemed to instinctively panic, fearing the impending beating, but Ian said in his heart: "Feelings are an escape plan." ”

"That nasty scumbag, maybe just waiting to see my despair and dazed when I find out that the silver coin is gone, and take pleasure in it."

In short, the plan to hide the money and escape has been discovered, and the way out has been blocked.

Besides, thinking about it, looking at this escape plan from an adult's point of view, Ian could only shake his head.

- My old self didn't even know where to run away, and I didn't know the terrain around Port Harrison and the roads near the village.

In addition, my uncle must have the help of the natives who are familiar with this area, and it is absolutely impossible to simply escape.

It is also unrealistic to report to the elders of the White People.

In this ignorant and feudal era, it is normal for parents to beat their children and uncles to beat their nephews, and if they are really killed, they will be gossiped about, and they can't show evidence that their uncles colluded with the aborigines to sacrifice, so if the elders arrest their uncles as soon as possible, they can only be considered crazy.

As long as you can't take it on the spot, you will be startled, and in the face of your exposed uncle, you will most likely die on the spot.

Even if it's a small odds, who will gamble with their lives?

But you can't wait.

After knowing that he had a plan to hide money and escape, the punishment of the madman's uncle would definitely become heavier and heavier, even if he suddenly fell ill today, it is very likely that he will be killed by the hand when he goes crazy.

"At that time, just find a time, throw my body into the mountain, and say that I disappeared because I was naughty when I was taken into the mountain—although the child who lost his sister would be poked in the back by the clansmen, but he didn't care."

Thinking about it, Ian shook his head.

Hi! More than possible, he is simply predicting the future!

You have to find another way to resolve the crisis as soon as possible.

"Evidence of his collusion with the natives in support of the blood sacrifice must be found...... But this is too difficult, this cheap uncle is crazy and not stupid, it is impossible for such a big thing to show any horses. ”

Thinking about it seriously, although the situation was critical, Ian's expression was not solemn.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes and laughed softly: "Interesting, it's not okay to run away and report regularly, can you only find an opportunity to sneak attack and kill him?" ”

"It's dangerous, but you have to be prepared."

Although he was a little hesitant, Ian was seriously thinking about this possibility, and he did not reject the idea of 'killing' at all.

Even because the other party is a scumbag who deserves to die, he is still a little eager to try.

He wants to reject it, and he won't almost fail the political trial.

Ian's bottom line is terrible when it comes to touching his core interests, and no one in the Datong society in his previous life touched his interests, so it is not obvious.

"Then again."

When he thought of the dangerous plan, Ian still whispered to himself, the corners of his mouth curled, and he opened the door: "Are the people of another world the same as the people of the earth?" I touched my bones just now, and the position of my ribs, heartbeat, and abdominal viscera should be about the same......"

"But don't be too careless, you can't fail with a blow to the point, otherwise it's me who will die."

Open the door.

Unexpectedly, Ian, who had expected to see an empty bed, saw the peaceful sleeping face of his two-year-old brother.

The door clicked, but it didn't wake up the other party. A little fart with short white hair even smashed his mouth, his cheeks were bulging with meat, and his small life was obviously much more moisturized than his.

"Why?" At first, Ian was really puzzled, but if you think about it, the natives want sacrifices, and no matter how you think about it, you can't ask for a skinny little guy......

Pigs have to be fattened before eating!

"It's okay that I haven't been sent away yet...... Maybe there's still some time for me to prepare. ”

Relieved and shaking his head, Ian had planned to close the door and leave without disturbing his brother's sleep.

But just before closing the door, he saw something 'different' in his brother's quiet sleeping face.

Wisps of black and deep, with a red blood mist.

A black mist lingered on his forehead, and an ominous aura overflowed.

Corresponding to the 'pure sacrifice' that was inferred earlier, the elder brother who was used as a preparatory sacrifice was in response to the sentence of Ian's hometown in his previous life, 'If the seal hall is blackened, there will be a disaster of blood and light'.

"It's ...... What? ”

At this moment, the obviously surreal picture in front of Ian's eyes made him stunned.

Ian stared at the wisps of churning on his brother's forehead in amazement, and even faintly appeared a black-red mist in the shape of an 'obsidian knife', and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "The style of this obsidian knife is almost the same as that of the natives that Uncle Cheap negotiated...... Could it be—"

"Huh!?"

Lightning struck and his brain ached, and Ian let out a short whimper, and he fell to his knees, his hands on his head, his eyes closed, blood pouring from the bandage and running down his cheeks.

It's not just the wound on the head that comes from the drum-beating pain.

Deep in the brain, or rather, not physical, but also an organ belonging to 'Ian', is transmitting a sharp pain that can instantly shock ordinary people!

It was the trembling of the soul, the trembling of the will.

If it were an ordinary eight-year-old child, he would have rolled his eyes and passed out in a coma.

But at this moment, Ian is unusually awake. Stimulated by the smell of rust-like blood, he endured the burning pain from beginning to end.

In contrast, there was a dead cold in his eyes like an ancient glacier.

The fiery pain and the cold, the two conflicts, as if to provoke an explosion of strange sensations, make his eyes temporarily unable to see—but in the darkness, Ian sees endless light.

He saw countless sparkling fireflies gushing out and converging from the dark corners.

It's like a glorious river, which finally condenses into a star in the center of my mind......

Then shine lightly.

"Ah......h

When he opened his eyes, the depths of Ian's cyan eyes shimmered with a little light like fireflies.

- The spirit and soul of the past and present lives converge into one, igniting a fire that has never been ignited in the past.

Ian looked up and looked around the room.

Suddenly, whether it is the formwork of the table and chairs, the beams and windows, or even the linen clothes placed on the table, all of them appear in various shades of 'color'.

In the whole room, there are only three of the deepest and brightest colors.

Ian stood up, his gaze firmly fixed on the black-and-red mist around his brother, and then slowly turned his head.

The boy looked at the small bowl used to hold the rice porridge on the table next to the bed, and there was a remnant of pale blue mist.

This blue halo is brilliant, and the edges are flickering with a faint white light, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.

And, finally, yourself.

Ian looked at his hand—for a moment, and after a moment, all visions vanished.

But he still saw the color on his body.

It was a sea of pure black fog that was as deep as ink, and there was no longer any light to be seen, and in the depths of the mist, ominous things were churning and rolling, like thick clouds before a storm.

In the sea of fog, one or two red lightning bolts suddenly split the fog clouds, reflecting blood-colored light and shadow in the boy's eyes, hideous and terrifying.

After a moment of silence, Ian laughed.

"I see......"

Reaching out and wiping the blood from his cheeks and eyes, his voice was abrupt: "This is psionic energy." ”

Ian slowly clenched his fists, causing the mist of the void in his palm to disperse: "My psionic energy." ”