Expectancy

Golden-red mist was pouring out of Elan, dissipating around him, and then continuously flowing out of the white-haired child.

Its color was red, a dangerous blood color, but this blood color burst out with strands of golden light, the two colors intertwined, and immediately produced dazzling light.

As time passed, in the foresight, the whole hut seemed to be filled with this golden-red light.

"Gudong."

In silence, Ian couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Even with his intelligence, he felt a little incredible for a while: "Gold, gold?"

He saw the blood-colored mist, but didn't care. After all, with his current age and strength, where would he go without danger?

It would be strange if there was no blood color. Just look at the depth.

"Let me take a closer look." Ian took a step forward, and he carefully observed the surging mist emerging from his brother's body.

The bloody aura is slightly less than that of the West River, but still heavier than the official road, which means that going to the lake forest to bury the body must be dangerous.

"Will you encounter coyotes? Or wild boars, black bears and other wild beasts?"

In Ian's memory, there are no particularly dangerous beasts outside the Baisen Mountains around Harrison Port. If there were, the pioneers and immigrants of the year would not have chosen this place to build a city and port.

If you have to talk about lethality, all kinds of poisonous insects and miasma are higher than these beasts. As we all know, mosquitoes are the most murderous non-human creatures.

Although according to the elders of the tribe, there are indeed many "monsters" and "aliens" with psychic powers or abnormal mutations on the Terra continent, with all kinds of strange powers.

But the hunting area of ​​those powerful creatures is very large, and only in the deep mountains and forests can there be an ecology that meets their survival requirements, so they rarely come out to invade human gatherings.

In Lake Forest, it is impossible to encounter such a monster. If you encounter it, the blood spilled from Elan will at least gather into a river and turn into a tsunami. Harrison Port must also be prepared for dozens or hundreds of casualties.

Ian estimated the density of the blood and felt that he might only encounter a wild boar and a wolf... Although it is a bit dangerous, if he throws his uncle's body as bait, he will not die.

What's more, he still has a lot of sleeping powder left... When the time comes, a bag of sleeping powder will be thrown in the face, and it is not certain who will hunt whom.

The most important thing is that touch of gold.

"Golden mist, what does it represent?"

Ian didn't know, but his instinct told him that it was a "good omen".

Moreover, it was very, very positive and could be called a good omen of good luck.

Although he had not seen all the colors, in Ian's mind, because of his experience in playing many games, he had his own set of standards for various rare grades.

Blue is 'rare', above that is 'extraordinary', and above that is 'legend'.

And even if it is 'legend', it may not be gold... Gold is likely to be 'legend'

"What happened? Will there be such a good thing going there? Is my psychic power reliable?"

Ian couldn't help but look up and look in the direction of Hu Lin. He murmured: "A treasure that is extremely precious and can be called a legendary treasure, or an opportunity? Good and bad are interdependent, I naturally understand..."

But soon, he shook his head and made up his mind: "Forget it, it's really unreasonable not to go now."

Since no matter which choice is dangerous, and you have to go out, why not choose the one with good luck?

Don't say that at present, your psychic power is very reliable... Even if it is not reliable, you have to go

"With the situation I am in now, I have no right to worry about gains and losses."

Having made mental preparations, Ian closed his eyes and turned off the psychic power of the predictive vision.

When he opened his eyes again, his crystal blue eyes had dimmed.

This was also a feature of psychic power that Ian discovered.

When he, or rather, all psychics on the Terra continent, used psychic power, a slight light would shine from their eyes.

Eyes are windows to the soul, and psychic power is the fire of the soul. It is quite reasonable to transmit the fire through windows... But in this case, it may be impossible to hide the fact that you have psychic power, and it will be more difficult to hide and secretly use psychic power to spy on others.

"It's not a bad thing. If other psychics want to spy on me, I will find them."

Ian is always very optimistic in this regard.

The body of his uncle Osenna was wrapped in canvas, tightly, because the wound was very deep and small, so not much blood flowed out.

With Ian's original strength, it was really difficult to drag an adult, even the average adjuster on the Terra continent.

However, after awakening his spiritual power and having a full meal, he felt relaxed and comfortable.

Even the wound on his head that was knocked out by his uncle was almost healed. He felt numb, itchy, and painful. It was a sign that the wound was healing and growing flesh quickly.

For a while, his strength increased, and even Ian himself was a little surprised.

Now, it was not difficult for Ian to half-carry and half-drag his uncle's body. This was the strength that only ordinary teenagers could have.

It was late at night.

When Ian left the house full of the smell of rotten wood, it seemed like a lifetime ago.

He looked back in the chirping of insects, looking at this ordinary old house with rotten and broken outer walls, and then turned around and looked at the gray street illuminated by the eternal lamp, and the blue sea rolling under the moonlight at the end of the distant port.

The new world was in front of him, and the boy who was reborn couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, whether it is time travel or reincarnation, I have already left my hometown."

Ian raised his head and looked at the starry sky of Terra. There were not many clouds in the quiet black sky, but the stars were also quite sparse. Only the silver moon hanging in the middle of the sky was like a hook, reflecting the sky full of gauze.

The sea tide was surging, the insects were singing, and the tiny pieces of light were flying between the sea and the sky, like a dream painted on a dark curtain.

"There are so few stars, what a pity. Is this a special phenomenon in this world? I remember there were many stars when I was a child."

Staring at the sea and sky, the boy said to himself: "It's not bad... I lost the starry sky of the earth, but gained the sky of Terra and a whole new world."

"Wait, hometown, since I can come here, I can naturally go back."

"But before that... please let me see a lot here, so that I can witness the scenery that I have never seen before and has never seen on Earth."

--In the quiet town late at night, the young boy dragged the body with expectation and walked towards the lake forest with some difficulty.

And a golden mist followed the boy.

With a little curiosity.

And the same expectation.