Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 4: Sleep powder

The porridge bowl was probably put on the spot after my uncle fed it to my younger brother in the morning, and there was still a little light yellow wheat porridge left at the bottom. Porridge is much better.

The bowl itself is definitely not the point, it is just a wooden bowl, what is important is what is inside.

"There will be leftovers, it shouldn't be. Let's not talk about Elan's appetite. It's impossible for him to have such a small appetite, and his uncle's miserliness can't be wasted. If a child can't eat it, he won't be able to eat it?"

Elan is the younger brother's name, which was given by the mother when she was pregnant, which means good at fighting.

The stepfather who abandoned his wife and son came from Canaan Moore, a powerful sublimator mercenary, with half of the blood of the elves, and the mother hoped that the child could inherit his power.

Ian doesn't know if he is good at fighting or not, but his younger brother can really eat, and he always eats as much as he has on weekdays, and there is absolutely no way there is anything left.

Somewhat confused, Ian picked up the bowl, he took a closer look, and then frowned: "What's the taste?"

The wheat fragrance is mixed with a strange floral fragrance, which smells very warm, a bit like sweet-scented osmanthus, but a little stronger.

This fragrance brought back memories of Ian. He recalled the streets of his hometown in the afternoon for a moment. The soft light spilled from the edge of the sky to the earth. I can see the dust floating up and down in the brilliance of the setting sun, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus is warm and peaceful, and I want to sleep peacefully

Poof.

Just when his eyes were drowsy and he was about to fall asleep, Ian suddenly raised his left hand and bit his left thumb fiercely.

Although the deciduous teeth are soft, it is not difficult to really make up your mind to bite through the skin. The pain in the fingers instantly stimulated the nerves, and the sleepy white-haired boy woke up, and cold sweat covered his forehead in an instant.

"Supor flower's refined sleep powder is a powerful anesthetic used by indigenous hunters for hunting?!"

Ian clenched his fists, staring at the porridge bowl in front of him, and the white-haired child on the bed beside him, who had not been awakened by Ian's movements, and was sleeping peacefully.

There was still his own blood between his lips and teeth. The smell of blood made Ian sober, and he was shocked and unbelievable: "Ossina, the son of a bitch, actually feeds children with this thing?! He also Be worthy!"

No wonder Elan never cries or fusses, she's so cute, she doesn't look like an ordinary two-year-old at all

Nonsense, why would a child cry after being fed medicine?

It's better to say that if you feed this thing, can you really grow up?

Only after feeding this kind of medicine, can Elan become the sacrifice of the natives without crying or fussing.

After anger, there is silence.

With the porridge bowl in his hand, Ian frowned and stood there thinking without saying a word.

Although the anger towards Uncle Oceana in his heart was hard to contain.

But to be honest, he was also curious.

In this world, there is actually such a little residual flower pollen that can make people fall asleep quickly?

Although there were medicines that could achieve this effect in the previous life, there were really no natural ones.

"Is it really magic? Or is this actually a kind of spiritual plant"

Ian still remembers that the group of old classmates in the School of Biological Sciences have always said that each life itself is an extremely unique and meticulous carbon-based factory with extremely high processing precision, which can produce many produced complex compounds.

But it is absolutely impossible for them to produce this quick-acting sleeping pill in a short time.

A real biological factory is enough to start the next technological revolution, which is not the breakthrough direction for the human beings on earth.

This sleep powder is definitely a rare commodity, and the hunters on the mountain side want it. If it wasn't for his uncle colluding with the natives and working his life as an intermediary, he would never be able to get it.

"That's right."

Frowning, Ian also thought about it: "Let's not talk about letting Elan be sacrificed quietly, just say that after ingesting the black mushroom extract, you need to fall asleep quickly to take effect. This thing is for Ossina's own use. "

"And he is too lazy to take care of Elan, and he doesn't want his brother to waste his money-making time, so he just let this annoying kid fall asleep."

"Wait for your own use"

"Yes!" Up to this moment, Ian's eyes brightened suddenly: "There should be a spare sleeping powder in the room!"

Since this item is a must for my uncle and cannot be carried with me, there must be a part of it at home!

Of course, even a scum like Oceana, it is impossible to put this kind of thing on the table openly.

He will definitely hide the sleeping powder very deep, at least in a place where a child like Ian cannot easily find it.

Even if Ian is no longer the former Ian, it is extremely difficult to find the target without clues.

But not now.

Ian walked out of the room, his eyes glowing again.

Dizzy again, the boy saw, in the corner of his uncle's room, under the cupboard door and the earthen pot, faint light blue fluorescent lights suddenly lit up.

Leaning against the wall, he smiles.

Scattered clouds leaked streaks of sunlight, and the humid air surged with the wind.

On the edge of the immigration area of ​​Port Harrison, a half-new wooden and stone cottage, the streets on the edge of the old area are full of dirt after rain.

The summer rain along the coast is rapid and violent. It only takes ten minutes for the clouds to cover, and it will return to clear after ten minutes.

Short and quick rain washed the streets, made the grass green, and the dusty windows became clear. It is now late afternoon and some dock workers have returned home from work, or are preparing to pack up and do another job. a job.

Under the setting sun, a lame tall and thin man walked silently on the street, the dim light dragged a long shadow behind him.

His cheeks are sunken, he has a long beard, his eyes are long and narrow, and they are sunken deep in the eye sockets. There is some blackness around the dark blue eye sockets, and the sick shadow makes it impossible to see his eyes clearly.

But even so, he can be called good-looking, but he is too gloomy to be kind.

Although he is lame, the man's walking speed is not slow, at most he is a little limping.

Not a disability, but a congenital deformity.

The man's right leg below the calf no longer looks like a human being. A bluish black sarcoma covered with a thick carapace replaced the original sole of the foot. Protruding blood vessels and veins protruded from the carapace, agitating with the beating of the heart. , seems to want to conceive and give birth to something extraordinary.

But because of the defects in the embryo, the conception was unsuccessful, so it became the abnormally deformed tissue like it is today.

Such accidental distortions often occur among the white people, and both clansmen and outsiders are familiar with them. Although there is no discrimination, they are not allowed to marry wives and have children.

Ossina is indeed a boring and cold man. He has never liked to show any emotions, and his face is always covered with a dry poker face like a mask. Naturally, no one wants to get close to him.

However, he never caused trouble, nor would he use harsh words to mock other people—this man is more respectful and polite to his superiors, honest and humble, which is undoubtedly the best for the dock supervisor Therefore, his daily life is considered stable, and no one thinks that he needs any changes.

But that's what he hates.

Wharf billing? If it wasn't for my deformity, if it wasn't for my family being sent to the frontier far away from the imperial capital, if I had spiritual talent, if

No matter what, I shouldn't be as boring as I am now.

I deserve a better life.

Thinking of this, gloomy anger rises from his heart. This is the hatred and resentment that cannot be eliminated even if he has a dream with black mushrooms and enjoys a hearty and refreshing life.

He just wants to vent now.

Thinking of this, Osenna raised his head and looked towards his room.

He narrowed his eyes and saw a small white figure looking at him by the window.

A white-haired boy with a bandage on his head stood by the window, looking cautiously at the street outside the window.

The boy has white hair and blue pupils. He looks clean and cute, but his head is still bleeding slowly, and the unhealed wound has stained the white bandage with a layer of dark red.

He obviously saw his uncle, so he let out an exclamation and retreated behind the window like a frightened little animal.

"Huh."

Looking at this scene, Oceana lowered his head and smiled lowly.

He's filled with a morbid sense of accomplishment at the moment—someone fears him, some fears him, some shudders at the thought of him—and that's the only time he feels as if he's alive.

My own nephew haha, he couldn't wait to go home, he didn't say anything, just stood in front of him, waiting for him to admit his mistake in fear.

Whether it's the silver coins hidden in the corner of the kitchen, the toilet that hasn't been cleaned, or the firewood that hasn't been cut yesterday, there are reasons everywhere.

That kid will definitely admit his mistake obediently.

And he won't say anything, and he won't forgive anything, because he should be punished if he made a mistake.

"It can't be beaten to death, he can also sell it for money, those forest people will pay a high price for the internal organs of underage children, so they can't be beaten to death."

Mumbling a few words to himself vaguely, he was in a good mood, and even his footsteps were a little quicker. With a sense of satisfaction, the gloomy man opened the door of his house with a smile.

He saw that Ian was standing at the door of the room, waiting anxiously for his arrival.

"Very good" Ossina closed the door with a backhand.

At first, he wanted to say something, but suddenly a bag was thrown on his face, and his eyes were dazzled, and the choking dust covered his mouth and nose with a strong and familiar aroma.

"Ahem!!"

Osenna didn't realize what was going on for a while, he never thought that his always well-behaved and weak nephew would dare to do such a thing, and this scent is obviously what he usually uses with black mushrooms Supor flower sleeping powder

How could he find it?

Before quickly falling into the deepest slumber, Ossenna saw Ian walking slowly, carrying the rope he usually used to bind bacon, and a pitchfork that had obviously been sharpened.

Great anxiety and fear rose in his heart, making him want to scream.

But Ossina also had no chance to continue thinking.

Among the rich aroma, he fell into a long sleep.