"This is psionics."
Although he had never heard this term in his previous life, with the memory of this life, Ian could be sure that the unconventional sight he just saw was the special ability called "psionic power" in this new world.
Ian closed his eyes. There was no longer a hazy darkness in his mind, but a bit of hazy starry brilliance floating over and over, like snow in the north wind.
Feeling this unheard of, unseen, and strange power that did not exist in his former hometown, he laughed from the bottom of his heart: "It's really interesting."
Obey the guidance of instinct, adjust with your own will, and condense the stars into your eyes.
Accompanied by bouts of dizziness as if he was overthinking and checking papers for three days and two nights, Ian opened his eyes and looked around curiously.
Just like before, under the hazy fireflies in his eyes, everything in his field of vision was filled with mist of various shades of colors.
But compared with the first time, Ian could not see the black energy on his body this time.
But the black-red mist on his brother's body was still bright.
The invisible mist around the sleeping child gathers and disperses, occasionally condensing into an illusion like a knife.
Ian knew the knife.
There is a layer of dark red color on the edge of the obsidian blade, giving it a bloody and ancient feel. The weird spell lines on the handle add to the weird and mysterious atmosphere.
The redwood natives along the Bysen coast often used this obsidian knife before the imperial immigrants settled here and brought iron tools.
They use stone blades to cut the skin and flesh of prey, dig out the internal organs, and select the freshest parts as offerings to their own totems or various mountain gods 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 misfortune that the two brothers will encounter in the future, and even... Even how they will be killed and the objects that will be robbed are quite clear.
As for the second time, I couldn't see the black energy on my body.
Ian believes that this is precisely because "medicine cannot be autonomous, and hexagrams cannot be self-propelled".
Before, what he saw was the black aura on the body of the original child Ian, but now that he has regained his intelligence, there is no reason why he would be killed by his uncle. Naturally, there would be no mist of any color around him.
"Red and black represent a sign of great misfortune. Blue is not clear. My instinct tells me that it is harmless, but it should also have its own peculiarities."
Looking sideways at the bowl on the cupboard, the white-haired boy immediately closed his eyes and his delicate body swayed.
If he hadn't been leaning against the door, he might have fainted.
"Using it is like a brain marathon, which consumes a lot of physical energy."
After finishing the perception, in addition to extreme fatigue, there were also bouts of nausea and dizziness. Ian suppressed the waves of sleepiness that came to his heart and summarized and analyzed the effects and consumption of his unknown ability: "It's like overdoing it. Lack of sugar after thinking like that.”
"This spiritual energy may indeed originate from some kind of heart and soul, but it still relies on the physical brain and even the physical body to function."
"Interesting."
Although his body was in danger, Ian's expression was very excited. He lowered his head and stared at his hands, his eyes bright: "What's the principle? Forget it, it's too early to think about this."
"Is the effect a reflection of other people's malice towards my brother and me, or is it an instinctive deduction? Or...well..."
As soon as his brain began to function, the pain that hit him made the boy feel dizzy. He leaned his back against the door and slowly sat on the ground to stop excessive thinking.
Although the pain was uncomfortable, 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 situation."
After sitting for a while and regaining his composure, 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 mist, I might have died earlier than my brother. That cheap uncle recently planned to kill me once and for all."
Through psychic energy, the speculation was confirmed, and Ian was not as anxious and worried as before.
On the contrary, he nodded seriously, his young face looking very cute: "In this case, there is only one choice left."
"Find a way to kill that scumbag."
Use the cutest face and say the most vicious words.
It is almost nonsense for an eight-year-old child to fight against a tall and strong adult, even if the adult has a disabled leg.
But if a child with malicious intentions and a mature mind plots against an adult who doesn't know this...
There are many stories.
Not to mention anything else, the average child doesn't even recognize everything at home, and doesn't know how to use some of the things that can be used as traps. And no matter what, the human body is fragile. Sometimes, just falling A fall can kill someone.
Ian wasn't without a chance.
Of course, even if this is true, Ian was not very confident when he made this decision, and most of it was even a gamble.
However, the sooner the threatening madman can be dealt with, the sooner he should be dealt with. Who knows if the uncle will bring a few natives with him next time he appears?
This is a strange world. Although he has lived for eight years, his understanding of it is still very one-sided.
He had to fight.
One is a fatal outcome, and the other is a possible fatal failure. Why not give it a try!
——When will we kill that scumbag uncle?
"Just today!"
His eyes gradually calmed down from a little nervous. At this moment, Ian made up his mind to kill that uncle no matter what the cost, even if it meant setting the house on fire.
"Let's see what's in this house first."
Now that he had decided to kill the cheap uncle, Ian began to look for any tools in the house that could be used.
A regular pocket knife, carving knife makes no sense.
According to Ian's memory, the strength of children in this world is much greater than that of their human peers in previous lives, and they can carry an ax to chop firewood and logs.
The same goes for adults, of course. In Ian's mind, he had a vision of a fisherman easily carrying a giant fish about the same size as himself and going to town to show off his catch.
This is not normal.
Humans in previous lives have basically undergone genetic optimization and were very strong, but humans in this world are even more outrageous.
Calculating the proportions, the strongman among them would probably be able to fight a brown bear in hand-to-hand combat and kill a wild boar with one punch without any modification.
Earth's version of the beast, of course.
“Is this world genetically modified per capita?”
Ian has never seen beasts in this world, so it must be outrageous. He frowned and thought: "Perhaps spiritual energy can also strengthen the body? In short, this aspect cannot be calculated using pure human data."
"The other world is interesting, but it's too dangerous."
In short, it is completely impossible for an eight-year-old child to assassinate an adult with a knife.
Feces and forks are more normal. At least puncture wounds to vital parts are fatal to ordinary people, as are chemical and biological injuries.
But Ian is also a little worried. After all, in a world with psychic powers, it is still unknown whether an injury such as visceral puncture can really kill an adult male.
"That guy shouldn't have this ability, otherwise he wouldn't be unknown and could only bully children."
After searching around the house for a while, throwing up a lot of dust, Ian did find the tool he was looking for.
——Ropes, canes, pitchforks, a bag of slightly moldy flour, wooden skewers for grilling fish, and some knives for skinning and cutting meat.
There were also a few salty fish with sharp beaks that were so hard that Ian thought they could smash or even stab someone to death.
"Is this thing really edible?"
Touching the salty bonito, which was still stained with salt grains and turned brownish red on the surface, and feeling the steel-like feel, Ian looked moved: "Can this stop a bullet?"
The boy could clearly sense this salted fish's unfriendly desire to fight with human teeth to the end even if it died.
Ignore this hatred-filled weapons-grade salted fish for the moment.
The rope can be set up with a stumbling rope. Although the tip of the pitchfork is much blunter than expected, it is still not a problem to kill someone.
The flour can be used as lime powder after a little processing, and you can add some wall dust and charcoal dust. You don't need to pay attention to martial ethics when fighting a madman who wants your own life.
If he couldn't find it temporarily, Ian would have wanted to poison him directly.
As for the knife, it is not that useful. After all, it is too short and must be used at close range. If the physical disadvantage is too great, it is easy to lose the knife in vain. But it can be processed and used as a trap raw material.
"This is the stick that hit me, right? It's quite easy."
Ian even found the stick that knocked the child Ian unconscious and allowed him to solve the mystery of the womb in advance - the front end of the straight and hard birch wood was stained with dried blood. When the boy held it, he instinctively swung it to chop. For a moment.
"Yes, the human body in this world still has the instinct to wield a stick. It seems that it is the same terrifying erect ape."
Ian laughed, the human instinct to use sticks was imprinted in our genes.
Although it cannot be completely confirmed, humans on the continent of Terra should have also experienced a long Wooden and Stone Age, which is not much different from humans on Earth.
It's a pity that this wooden stick is of no use. If a child wields it, it will only harm the flowers and plants on the roadside. Hitting people is still a bit meaningless.
Collect supplies along the way and find your brother and your own room again.
Ian also noticed the porridge bowl placed on the cabinet.
"I remember that there were only three places in the whole room that were glowing - my brother and I, of course. The remaining porridge bowl was surrounded by a blue mist of light."
Black and red represent danger and misfortune, so what does light blue represent?
Ian doesn't know.
So he walked over and took a closer look.
