High Above

  Chapter 47 Perception

   Hum!

Just when he saw the scarlet scene all over the street, Ian, who was extremely astonished, suddenly felt deep in his brain, and it could even be said that it was independent of his body, but it did belong to a certain organ of his own. Pain of any kind.

This intense pain was like someone put a sea urchin full of seawater and toxins in his brain, and shook it violently, making it difficult for Ian to breathe in an instant, and he fell to his knees neatly. Not even a sound came out.

   "Hoo! Hoo..."

The pain came and went quickly. When Ian regained control of his body, he immediately began to breathe heavily. His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water. Cold sweat the size of rice grains flowed from his forehead and The sideburns drooped and wet the neckline.

  Of course, Ian is not the ultimate tough guy who wants to endure the screams when he is alone. The reason why he didn't cry out in pain is only because he is too tired and has no extra strength, and his brother is beside him.

Leaning against the wall tremblingly, he stood up slowly, and Ian, who had escaped from the vision of foresight, raised his head with lingering fear, and looked out of the window: "It seems...my psychic ability is too large to take the initiative to observe, or the number of people is too large. Lots of goals…”

  Just now, when Ian was observing the street, he felt that his physical strength was pouring out like a flood, which made him close to collapse in an instant, and he almost fell into a coma from shock.

  The shortcoming of the precognitive horizon also appears.

  It can indeed predict the future on a small scale, determine the treasure level of items, and even lead Ian to make better choices to a certain extent...

  But everything goes too far, he can only observe the fate and future trends of a few people at most.

  When there are too many people, he can exhaust himself to death.

  However, this is just too much physical exertion, it does not mean 'can't'.

  If Ian has enough physical strength, he guesses that in his future, he may be able to break through this limitation and observe the future trend of "a group of people" or even "a street", "a city" or even "an entire port"!

   "What the **** just happened?"

   Slowly stood up, Ian looked puzzled: "The port shrouded in blood..."

   "Harrison Port, what are you going to face?!"

  Although there is no other evidence, judging from his psychic signs alone, everyone in the entire Harrison Port, at least most of them, have fallen into a 'deadly crisis'!

  The red mist all over the street even turned into a surging tsunami, reverberating between the sky and the earth... Ian pulled the alert to the highest level in an instant, but he didn't know when the crisis would come.

   "Is it a storm? A tsunami? Or a thunderstorm, an earthquake?"

   "The Bison Mountains are next to Port Harrison, and there may be landslides and mudslides caused by heavy rain."

  Running to the backyard, Ian looked up at the sky of Harrison Port and the surrounding terrain. He couldn't help muttering: "The only things that can cause so many people to die at the same time...Of course, there is also a possibility."

   "That's the Aboriginal invasion."

   "Even, the worst possibility is that several of the above-mentioned events happened at the same time."

Although it seems calm now, does Ian know that the aborigines are indeed carrying out pure sacrifices in the recent period-this is a great sacrifice that even the people of the empire know, and it requires the lives of dozens of living people to condense, as well as many rare sacrifices. Material.

  The dozens and hundreds of large and small tribes of Sequoia natives will put aside their disputes when holding pure sacrifices, and each offer their best sacrifices to the nominal co-owner of the Sequoia tribes, the "Great Shaman".

  Ian himself was almost sacrificed as a sacrifice.

Generally speaking, the pure sacrifice is carried out every ten years, and the potion produced in each pure sacrifice can produce several sublimators of the first energy level, which is the most common and the simplest among the major tribes. The method of making a sublimator.

   Of course, such manufactured sublimators have enormous flaws.

  In addition, when a great crisis is foreseen, the Sequoia natives will also carry out pure sacrifices in exchange for the protection of the spirits, which can also temporarily increase the strength of the tribe.

   "The last time the natives sacrificed purely was eight years ago, the super typhoon that swept across the southern coast of the empire..."

Ian stared at the dark clouds churning in the dark sky. The heavy rain and rumbling thunder that were still falling did not make him afraid, but only made him think: "My father in this life also died in that storm. Even A disaster that even sublimated people can hardly survive..."

   "This time the aborigines started offering sacrifices again, which shows that there is a great possibility that another typhoon of the same or even higher intensity is coming."

   "In addition, Mr. Hilliard quietly came to Port Harrison, which seems to be related to this 'abnormality'."

  Clues are gathering, Ian turned his head and looked in the direction of the coastline.

  The surging waves beat against the reef, the beach and the stone base of the port. They collided violently and made a dull tremor, just like thunder on the ground.

   "Is it in the sea?" He whispered to himself, staring at the deep shadows in the sea.

  At this moment, Ian, to be honest, really couldn’t help but want to open his prophetic vision and stare at the sea. He had a strong premonition that if he did so, he would definitely be able to see some signs and clues.

  However, an equally strong, even stronger premonition than that was also warning Ian.

  —Try it, and die!

   I was almost exhausted just looking at the street, how dare I look at the sea? This is no longer courageous, it is simply crazy!

   "It's better to have a hunch than nothing, at least it proves that there are existences in the sea far beyond the scope of things I can predict now."

  Closing his eyes, suppressing the desire to observe, Ian shook his head slightly: "When the teacher comes back, I have to tell him what I found."

   "It's about the life and death of the whole city... This is not something that can be hidden."

  Backing into the house, Ian took a deep breath to calm down.

   Then, he came to his younger brother Elan again, and began to continue his previous practice.

  He continued to gather the source seeds.

  —No matter what the future holds, no matter what the omens are... Gathering the source seed and improving one's own strength can at least change the future of oneself and the younger brother.

  "The previous predictions proved that my revision direction was correct, and I can indeed rely on the fog on Elan's body to predict whether my decision is correct or not."

   "In this way, I only need to correct some small details again, and I can start to accumulate source quality, and when I have enough, I can cultivate the source seed in one fell swoop."

  Although Ian doesn't know why, he can actually reflect the changes in the future of reality just by thinking about it in his head... This may be the special feature of the predictive horizon.

  There is no need to think about things that have no answer.

   With a peaceful mind, Ian closed his eyes.

  Among storms and thunderstorms, when lightning streaked the sky outside the window, he began to practice again.

at the same time.

  East of the city near Central Avenue, Bai Zhimin Elder Hall.

This square old house made of white stones and covered with vines is located next to the town's energy furnace. In front of it is a tributary of the Iwok River that passes through the city. There is a small yard behind the house, which is planted with some commonly used Herbs are used by the physicians in the Elder Hall to treat the people of Bai for free.

  This is the place where Bai Zhimin's high-level executives hold meetings and talks on weekdays. Elder Pude himself often works and rests here, but if there is nothing wrong, no one will come here to trouble the old man, so it is considered quiet.

  But today, there was a figure tiptoing through the heavy rain, walking quickly all the way to the hall.

   "Elder, Elder!"

  Before Ian’s door, the sneaky herb picker Brin, who seemed to have some intentions, was rushing to the elder’s guard with a look of panic at this moment: “I have key information to report to the elder…”

   Two guards, one on the left and one on the right, had already grabbed Brin's shoulders and were about to throw him out, but they heard a tired old voice from upstairs: "Let him come up."

  The guard let go of Brin in response, and the herbal picker, who had been pardoned, heaved a sigh of relief. Then he straightened his appearance and walked upstairs nervously.

   "Why, is there any result in the investigation?"

  In the study room on the second floor, Elder Purdue put down the official documents and reports in his hand. He looked indifferently at Brin, who was saluting to him, and said, "Looking at your expression, it's just as I guessed."

   "Ian's kid, I really found you, right?"

  (end of this chapter)