"That's psionics."

Although he had never heard this term in his previous life, with the memories of this life, Ian could be sure that the extraordinary vision he had just seen was a special ability called 'psionic energy' in this new world.

Ian closed his eyes, and his mind was no longer a hazy darkness, but a little hazy light like stars drifting and flowing, like snow in the north wind.

Feeling the wonderful power of this unheard of, unseen, and non-existent in his former hometown, he laughed from the bottom of his heart: "It's so funny. ”

Obey the instinctive guidance, adjust with your own will, and condense and project a little starlight into your eyes.

With a burst of vertigo that seemed to overthink, checking the paper for three days and two nights in a row, Ian opened his eyes and looked around curiously.

As before, under the hazy glow of fireflies in his eyes, everything in the field of vision appeared in various shades of mist.

However, compared to the first time, this time Ian couldn't see the black qi on his body.

But the black-red mist on his younger brother was still bright.

The invisible mist of the sleeping child gathers and dissipates, occasionally condensing into a knife-like illusion.

Ian knew the knife.

The edge of the obsidian blade has a dark red color, showing a bloody and ancient feeling, and the strange charm pattern on the handle of the knife adds to the strange and mysterious atmosphere.

The redwood natives along the Baissen coast often used this obsidian knife before the Imperial settlers settled here and brought iron tools with them.

They use stone blades to cut the flesh of their prey, cut out the internal organs, and select the freshest parts as offerings to their totems or to various mountain lords and sea gods.

With this, Ian can be sure that the fog he sees is indeed some kind of omen-based spiritual energy, which is related to the good luck and evil in his hometown culture, and it is a harbinger of the future doom that the brothers will encounter, and even how they will be killed, and the looted artifacts are quite clear.

As for the second time, I can't see the black gas on my body.

Ian believes that it is precisely because 'doctors are not autonomous, and hexagrams are not self-divining'.

Before, what he saw was the black qi on the original child Ian, but now, he has recovered his wisdom, and there is no reason why he will be killed by that uncle, so naturally there will be no color mist surrounding.

"The red and black represent the omen of great evil, the blue is not clear, and the instinctive feeling tells me that it is harmless, but it should also have its peculiarities."

Looking sideways at the bowl on the cupboard, the white-haired boy immediately closed his eyes, and his slender body shook for a while.

If he hadn't leaned against the door, he might have fainted.

"When you use it, it's like a brain marathon, and it's a lot of physical exertion."

After the end of the perception, in addition to the extreme exhaustion, there are also bursts of dizziness that makes him want to vomit, Ian endured the drowsiness that surged into his heart, and summarized and analyzed the effect and consumption of his unknown ability: "It's like a lack of sugar after overthinking." ”

"This spiritual energy may indeed originate from the mind and soul, but it still relies on the physical brain and even the physical body to function."

"It's funny."

Although the flesh was already in a hurry, Ian's expression was very excited, he lowered his head, stared at his hands, and his eyes were bright: "What is the principle?" Forget it, it's too early to think about this. ”

"Is the effect a manifestation of other people's malice towards me and my brother, or is it an instinctive deduction? Or is it ...... Hmmm......"

As soon as his brain worked, the pain caused the boy to feel dizzy, causing him to sit slowly on the floor with his back against the door, stopping his excessive thinking.

The pain was uncomfortable, but it did make Ian aware of the crisis in advance.

"Very good...... Although I don't have the power to fight directly, I can get a lot of information to help me break the game. ”

After sitting for a while, relieving himself, Ian turned and looked at the door behind him.

The boy's eyes were gloomy: "The blood sacrifice is a foregone conclusion, judging by the color and density of the mist, I may have died earlier than my brother, and Uncle Cheap has recently planned to deal with me once and for all." ”

Through psionic energy, the guess was confirmed, and Ian was not as anxious and worried as before.

On the contrary, he nodded seriously, and his immature little face looked very cute: "Since this is the case, there is only one choice left." ”

"Find a way to kill that scumbag."

With the cutest face, say the most vicious and vicious words.

It is almost nonsense for an eight-year-old child to fight against a tall and strong adult, even if that adult has a leg disability.

But if it's a malicious, mature child, plotting against an adult who doesn't know this......

There are many stories.

Not to mention anything else, the average child can't even recognize what is at home, and some utensils that can be used as traps don't know how to use them, and no matter what, the human body is fragile, and sometimes, just a fall can kill people.

Ian wasn't without opportunities.

Of course, even if this is the case, Ian did not have a very good idea when he made this decision, and even most of it was gambling.

It's just that the sooner the threatening madman can be solved, the sooner it should be solved, who knows if the next time my uncle appears, will he bring a few natives over?

It was a strange world, and although he lived for eight years, his understanding was still very one-sided.

He had to fight it.

One is a certain death, and the other is a possible death-threatening failure, so why not fight for it!

- When are you going to kill that scumbag uncle?

"Just today!"

His gaze gradually calmed from a little nervousness, and at this moment Ian made up his mind that no matter what the cost, even if he set the house on fire, he would kill that uncle.

"Let's see what's in this room first."

Determined to kill Uncle Cheap, Ian began to prepare to find out if there were any tools in the house that he could use.

Ordinary knives, cleavers don't make sense.

According to Ian's memory, the strength of the children in this world is much greater than that of their human peers in the previous life, and they can carry an axe to chop wood and cut wood.

Adults are the same, and Ian has in his mind the scene of a fisherman easily carrying a giant fish about his size into the city to show off his catch.

This is not normal.

In previous lives, humans were basically genetically optimized and were very strong, but the humans in this world are even more outrageous.

Calculated in equal proportions, the strong man in it does not need to be transformed, I am afraid that he can fight the brown bear hand-to-hand and kill the wild boar with one punch.

Earth's version of the beast, of course.

"Is the world genetically modified per capita?"

Ian had never seen the beasts of this world, so it should be outrageous if nothing else, he frowned and thought, "Perhaps, psionic energy can also strengthen the body?" In short, this cannot be extrapolated from purely human data. ”

"Another world is interesting, but it's too dangerous."

In short, it is completely impossible for an eight-year-old child to use a knife to plot against an adult.

Dung forks are a little more normal, at least puncture wounds are fatal to ordinary people, as well as chemical and biological injuries.

But Ian is also a little worried, after all, in a world with psychic powers, it is really unknown whether the injury of internal organ puncture can really kill an adult male.

"That guy shouldn't have this ability, otherwise he wouldn't be lonely, and he could only bully children."

After searching the house for a while, splashing a cloud of dust, Ian did find the tool he was looking for.

- Ropes, rattans, pitchforks, a bag of some moldy flour, wooden skewers for grilling fish, some knives for peeling and cutting meat.

There were also a few sharp-billed salted fish that were so hard that Ian felt they could be stoned to death, even stabbing people to death.

"Is this thing really edible?"

Touching the salted bonito that was still stained with salt grains on the surface and showing a maroon color, sensing the steely feel, Ian looked moved: "This can block bullets, right?" ”

The boy could clearly sense the unfriendly desire of the salted fish to fight the teeth of the human not to admit defeat even if he died.

Leave this hate-filled weapon-grade salted fish aside.

The rope can be set with stumbling ropes, and although the tip of the pitchfork is much blunt than expected, it is still not a problem to stick a dead person.

Flour can be used as lime powder when processed slightly, and you can add a little wall ash and charcoal ash, and you don't need to pay attention to martial arts when you want to kill madmen.

If it wasn't for the time being, Ian would have been eager to poison him directly.

As for the knife, it is not so useful, after all, it is too short, it must be close, and it is easy to be given by the knife in vain when the physical disadvantage is too great. But it can be processed as a trap raw material.

"That's the stick that hit me, isn't it? It's pretty handy. ”

Ian even found the stick that knocked the child Ian unconscious and made him solve the mystery of the womb before he could do it - the straight and hard birch tip was still stained with dried blood, and the boy instinctively swung and slashed it when he held it.

"Yes, the human body of this world still has the instinct to wield a stick, and it seems that it is also a terrifying Homo erectus."

Ian laughed, the human instinct to use wooden sticks is imprinted in the genes.

Although it is not completely confirmed, the humans on the continent of Terra should have also experienced a long period of wood and stone tools, which is not much different from the humans on Earth.

It's a pity that this wooden stick is useless, and children wielding it can only harm the flowers and plants on the roadside at most, and it is still a little meaningless to beat people.

Collect supplies along the way and find your brother and his room again.

Ian also noticed the porridge bowl on the cabinet.

"I remember that in the whole room, there were only three places that were glowing—my brother and I naturally went without saying, and the remaining porridge bowl was surrounded by a blue light mist."

Black and red represent danger and bad luck, so what does light blue represent?

Ian didn't know.

So he walked over and took a closer look.