It's getting foggy

"This is psychic power."

Although he had never heard of this word in his previous life, Ian could be sure that the unusual scene he had just seen was the special ability called "psychic power" in this new world based on his memory.

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

Feeling this wonderful power that he had never heard of, never seen, and did not exist in his hometown in the past, he laughed from the bottom of his heart: "It's so strange."

Following the guidance of instinct, adjusting with his own will, he condensed the little starlight and projected it into his eyes.

Accompanied by waves of dizziness as if he was overthinking and checking the paper for plagiarism for three days and two nights in a row, Ian opened his eyes and looked around curiously.

As before, under the reflection of the hazy fireflies in his eyes, everything in the field of vision appeared with various colors of different depths and mists.

However, compared with the first time, Ian could not see the black air on his body this time.

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

The invisible mist on the sleeping child gathered and dispersed, and occasionally condensed into a knife-like illusion.

Ian knew that knife.

The edge of the obsidian blade had a layer of dark red color, showing a bloody and ancient feeling, and the strange spell pattern on the handle added a weird and mysterious atmosphere.

The redwood natives along the coast of Baisen often used this obsidian knife before the imperial immigrants settled here and brought iron tools.

They used the stone blade to cut the skin and flesh of the prey, dig out the internal organs, and select the most tender part as a sacrifice to their own totems or various mountain masters and sea gods.

With this, Ian can be sure that the mist he saw is indeed some kind of omen-type spiritual energy, which is related to the good and bad luck in his hometown culture. It foreshadows the bad luck that the two brothers will encounter in the future, and even shows how they will die and the objects that will be robbed.

As for the fact that he could not see the black air on his body the second time.

Ian believes that it is because of the reason that "doctors cannot help themselves, and divination cannot help themselves".

Before, he saw the black air on the original child Ian, but now that he has recovered his wisdom, it makes no sense that he would be killed by his uncle, and naturally there would be no color mist around him.

"Red and black represent a great omen, and blue is unclear. My instinct tells me that it is harmless, but it should also have its own special features."

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

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

"When using it, it's like a brain marathon, and it consumes a lot of physical energy."

After the perception ended, in addition to extreme fatigue, there were also waves of nausea and dizziness. Ian resisted the sleepiness that surged into his heart and summarized and analyzed the effect and consumption of his unknown ability: "It's like lack of sugar after excessive thinking."

"This psychic power may indeed originate from some mind and soul, but it still relies on the material brain and even the body to operate."

"It's hard to understand... It's curious."

Although the body was already in danger, Ian looked very excited. He lowered his head and stared at his hands with bright eyes: "What is the principle? Forget it, it's too early to think about this."

"Is the effect to visualize the malice of others towards me and my brother, or is it an instinctive deduction? Or... um..."

As soon as the brain started to work, the pain that came made the boy feel dizzy, so he leaned against the door and slowly sat on the ground to stop excessive thinking.

Pain is certainly uncomfortable, but it also makes 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 situation."

After sitting for a long time, Ian turned around and looked at the door behind him.

The boy's eyes were deep: "The blood sacrifice is a foregone conclusion. Judging from the color and density of the fog, I might have died earlier than my brother. That cheap uncle recently planned to get rid of me once and for all."

Through psychic power, Ian confirmed his guess and was not as anxious and worried as before.

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

"Find a way to kill that scum."

Use the cutest face to 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 disabled leg.

But if a child with malicious intent and a mature mind plots against an adult who doesn't know this...

Then there are many stories.

Besides, most children don't even know what's in the house, and don't know how to use some tools that can be used as traps. In any case, the human body is fragile, and sometimes, just a fall can kill people.

Ian is not without a chance.

Of course, even if this is the truth, Ian was not very sure when he made this decision, and most of it was even a gamble.

It's just that the sooner the threatening madman can be dealt with, the sooner it should be dealt with. Who knows if the uncle will come with a few natives next time he appears?

This is a strange world. Although he has lived for eight years, his understanding is still very one-sided.

He must give it a try.

One is a certain death, and the other is a possible failure that will lead to death. Why not give it a try?

When will I kill that scum uncle?

"Today"

The eyes gradually calmed down from a little nervousness. At this moment, Ian made up his mind that no matter what the cost, even if it meant setting the house on fire, he would kill the uncle.

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

Since he decided to kill the cheap uncle, Ian began to look for tools in the house that could be used.

Ordinary knives and meat cleavers are meaningless.

According to Ian's memory, the strength of children in this world is much greater than that of human peers in the previous life. They can carry axes to chop wood.

The same is true for adults. In Ian's mind, there is a scene of a fisherman carrying a giant fish that is almost the same size as himself and showing off his catch in the city.

This is very abnormal.

Humans in the previous life basically received genetic optimization and were very strong, and humans in this world are even more outrageous.

If we extrapolate the proportion, the strongman among them does not need to be transformed, and he may be able to fight with brown bears and kill wild boars with one punch.

Of course, it is the earth version of the beast.

"Is this world full of genetic modification?"

Ian had never seen the beasts in this world, so it should be outrageous if nothing unexpected happened. He frowned and thought: "Perhaps, psychic power can also strengthen the body? In short, we can't use simple human data to infer this aspect."

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

In short, it's impossible to let an eight-year-old child plot against an adult with a knife.

Dung forks are more normal. At least puncture wounds that hit the vital points are fatal to ordinary people, and there are also chemical and biological damage.

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

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

After searching in the house for a while, a large amount of dust was splashed, and Ian did find the tools he wanted.

-Ropes, vines, pitchforks, a bag of moldy flour, wooden sticks for grilling fish, and some knives for skinning and cutting meat.

There are also several very hard salted fish with sharp beaks that Ian thinks can smash or even stab people to death.

"Is this thing really edible?"

Touching the brown-red salted bonito with salt still on the surface, Ian felt the steel-like feel and said, "Can this block bullets?"

The boy could clearly sense the salted fish's unfriendly desire to fight to the end with human teeth even if it died.

Let's not talk about this weapon-grade salted fish full of hatred for now.

Ropes can be used to set tripwires, and although the pitchfork tip is much blunter than expected, it is still not a problem to stab people to death.

Flour can be used as lime powder after a little processing, and you can add some wall ash and charcoal ash. You don't need to pay attention to martial ethics when fighting a madman who wants your life.

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

As for the knife, it is not that useful. After all, it is too short and must be close to the enemy. If the physical disadvantage is too great, it is easy to be snatched away and given away for free. But it can be processed and used as raw materials for traps.

"Is this the stick that hit me? It's quite handy."

Ian even found the stick that knocked the child Ian unconscious and helped him solve the mystery of the womb in advance - there was dried blood on the front of the straight and hard birch, and the boy instinctively swung and chopped it when he held it.

"Yes, the human body in this world still has the instinct to swing a stick. It seems that it is still a terrifying upright ape."

Ian laughed. The instinct of humans to use sticks is imprinted in their genes.

Although it cannot be completely confirmed, the humans on the Terra continent 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 stick is useless. The child swinging it can only harm the flowers and plants on the roadside at most, and it is still a bit short of hitting people.

Collecting supplies along the way, he found his brother and his room again.

Ian also noticed the porridge bowls on the cabinet.

"I remember that there were only three places in the whole room that were glowing - my brother and I were naturally glowing, and the remaining bowl of porridge was surrounded by blue light mist."

Black and red represent danger and misfortune, so what does the light blue represent?

Ian didn't know.

So he walked over and took a closer look.