Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 239: Innocent Blood (1/3)
"You are a little stronger than I thought. I thought you were just a silly young master of a wealthy family, but I didn't expect you to have some backbone."
Seeing Isengarde catching up with him, Ian commented quite sincerely: "Don't be too guilty, this parasite is very unusual, I even suspect that it is a spiritual creature-otherwise, there is no way to explain it It can take over the human body at such a fast speed that it is not so much taking over the nerves as it is some kind of ghost possession."
Psychic creatures exist in the continent of Terra. Although they are rare, they are not mysterious.
Just like goblins and ghosts, they are a special kind of psychic creatures - goblins needless to say, when a person with psychic talent dies tragically in the violent mood swings that can awaken him, it is possible to disturb the surrounding psychic field A domain becomes a ghost that resides in a certain area and wanders in a special place.
In addition, there are also some special creatures, such as the sea of trees in the big redwood forest, which can naturally communicate with other creatures of the same kind by virtue of their natural psionic field, and then form a group of psionic bodies like the will of the sea of trees.
Ian thought of this possibility when he was eliminating the problem for Master Goser just now. Yes, if the brain-eating worms are inextricably linked with the aborigines, it is a way for the aboriginals and the totem master to merge into one. Another kind of parasitism, does the will of the sea of trees have another kind of reappearance in the ruins?
For example, some sort of parasite swarm consciousness?
It would be better to say that the technology that the aborigines used to domesticate wild beasts into war beasts and even elephant soldiers in batches is really so easy to lose, and it is really just a pure 'craft', not a special kind. 'Blood'?
With such doubts and speculations in mind, Ian walked lightly with Master Gosai on his back.
Although the chest and abdomen of the old man behind him has a strange steel feel and is much heavier than the average old man, but to him, it is no different from a wooden board.
"Not guilt."
Following behind Ian, Isengarde said in a low voice after being silent for a while: "These fishermen and businessmen did nothing, but they were affected by the infighting of our Ellen family. As a result, they fell into this place and were parasitized by strange insects to death."
"I'm not guilty, I'm just angry."
Clenching his fists, Ian heard it for the first time, and he has always seemed a little silly, and even the optimistic Isengard would have such unwillingness and sadness.
And Isengard's words continued: "They didn't do anything wrong, they didn't want to die like this just because they were involved in the conspiracy around me! They didn't do anything wrong"
"You are sympathizing with yourself." Ian nodded, interrupting Isengard's statement of grief and indignation: "Because in essence, these people are the same as you."
He said seriously: "You are also very innocent and did nothing wrong, but you were still involved in the conspiracy."
"The difference between you and them is that you haven't died yet."
This sentence made the blond boy stay silent and fell into deep thought.
After a long time, when Ian hurriedly chose a cave fork for the fourth time and entered without hesitation, he suddenly realized and said to himself: "Yes"
"I'm still alive and I have to figure out why I have to figure out the truth!"
"If you really feel empathy for those ordinary people, if you are really angry because of the death of innocent people."
And the white-haired boy poured cold water on him again: "Don't get too excited now, we are still in a very dangerous situation, we will talk about these things after we get out."
"Whether it is the truth, indignation, self-blame or guilt, only those who survive can find and bear it."
"Yeah." This time Isengard really calmed down, and he even smiled again: "I understand what you mean, Ian, thank you for your comfort."
Actually, Ian didn't want to comfort him, he just told the truth objectively - at this time, telling the truth is good for everyone.
Besides, he is still using his foresight vision to observe the changes in the fog on Isengard beside him, and decide how he should walk in the corridor.
——A place where you can hide temporarily, and you can escape and follow the soldiers with flying flames.
Although the conditions were harsh, the Vision of Prediction faithfully played its role. Ian drove all the way, leading the two of them on the 'correct' road without any pause.
"By the way, Ian, it's a bit presumptuous."
Recovering a little bit of energy, Isengard now has the time and experience to recall the previous battle.
He wasn't surprised by Ian's fighting ability, after all, he had known for a long time that this peer was indeed far better than himself in this respect.
He was mainly curious about the skills Ian showed: "I seem to see that you used the 'Water Blade'?"
"That seems to be the effect of the inscription on Qing Chao's long sword? Have you met him? Is he okay?"
Qingchao is the codename of the sea-born wave patroller, and the sea-born long sword in his hand is exactly the elite inscription long sword that Ian has re-engraved with a silver chip.
Isengarde likes the adventure stories Qingchao told and his experience as a mercenary. Although the other party has been recruited by the Platinum Iridium Workshop, he needs a lot of money for his own child to become a sublimator. It is necessary to continue to perform tasks, so I often take on outside jobs.
"No, I'm just familiar with the inscription, so I used the source quality in my body to simulate and engrave it."
After speaking, Ian noticed that Isengard's eyes were wide open, with a shocked expression on his face, and he knew how outrageous what he had done.
Indeed, inscriptions are also the basis for various sublimation techniques.
The special abilities of many sublimators are due to the special inscription structures inscribed in the bones and flesh by the source quality.
But temporarily use memory to arrange the source quality into an inscription engraving to drive it? It's as incredible as if someone could memorize a book backwards!
But these are trivial matters. He is a genius anyway. Although this kind of thing is unimaginable, it is not impossible, so Ian just smiled: "To be honest, I have a photographic memory since I was a child. The inscription of the first energy level You can remember it at a glance."
"It's no wonder why those inscription masters say that it is absolutely impossible for normal people to meet their apprenticeship standards."
The blond boy looked at Ian in awe, he obviously misunderstood something.
Soon, he will have no time to wonder.
Because Ian led him around and came to an underground river.
"Do you really want to go in? This is an underground river deep in the ground. If you are not careful, you will be lost forever!"
Looking at the pitch-black waterway and injecting water breathing medicine for himself and the old man, Isengard swallowed his saliva even though he knew this was the only option.
He is indeed very confident in Ian, but he should still be afraid: "Are you really not going to get lost?"
"Don't worry, didn't I say so."
As Ian spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled Isengard into the water: "I have a photographic memory."
Isengarde can swim, but the turbulent underground undercurrent around the ruins of pre-epoch civilization is obviously not an area he can handle-he can only hold on to Ian's arm tightly, trying not to be thrown away as much as possible.
In just a few breaths, Ian drove the fairy wings, crossed a straight river, and entered a larger underground cavity.
The cavity has been filled with water. According to the scan of the silver chip, the whole is a huge pool with a length of three to four hundred meters and a depth of more than seventy meters.
The water temperature here is much lower than other places, almost zero degrees, but there are still some strange bryophytes growing at the bottom of the pool.
And at the bottom of the algae group in this ice pool, there is a triangular outlet. Ian followed the water flow into this crack, and was a little surprised to find that there was a straight line of water in front of it, which obviously had artificial traces.
——Sure enough, I felt strange just now, are ordinary underground waterways so straight?
—Could it be that this is also the scope of the civilization relics of the pre-epoch, and this place is a large reservoir?
With such doubts, Ian followed the straight waterway, and soon took Master Gesai and Yisen to the end of the waterway—another huge cave shrouded in hazy fluorescent lights one after another.
The water flowing out of the water channel is connected to the pond here, and it is continuously fed with living water.
The temperature in the cave was very low and extremely humid, and the air was filled with a strange fragrance.
The place where the water came out was not far from the shore, and Ian took the two of them ashore, and then observed the surroundings.
"Ahem" Amidst the coughing sound of the blond boy, Ian suddenly raised his hand, signaling the other party not to make a sound.
The boy frowned and looked towards the corner of the cave not far away.
There seemed to be something quite huge in the darkness slowly creeping towards them.
"Be careful." He clenched the long sword around his waist: "Get ready to fight, there are protozoans here."
Isengarde was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to check the situation for Master Goser, he hurriedly got up, holding a knife in his hand and guarding against Ian together.
The moment Ian opened his mouth, the creaking sounds in the corner of the cave stopped abruptly.
Then, a shadow came out from the corner.
It is a giant mushroom as tall as a person!
Of course, just a giant fungus cannot move by itself.
It must have grown legs.
Ian and Isengard looked at the underside of the giant fungus together, but they were taken aback at the same time.
"Swamp Crocodile?"