Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 5: Blade

An important source of food and income in Harrison Port is fishing. When the fish tide comes in April, in order to process a large number of caught fresh fish, most of the labor force in the entire port will go to help and process pickling on the assembly line in front of the long table.

When the live fish is on the table, the first person is responsible for cutting off the fish head and passing it to the second person. Throw the fish body with only the fish meat left into the big bucket filled with salt water, and marinate for a whole day in a large bucket blessed by the priest of the Huaiguang Church.

In the end, the marinated fish will be sent to an open place to dry in the next few days and sold to various chambers of commerce.

Osenna is very familiar with this process. When his sister and brother-in-law were still alive, he was often asked to help and get some rewards.

Although he will be nagged by his sister that he should save more money to take care of himself when he gets old in the future, but he has never taken it seriously, and the reward money will soon be used by him to buy black mushrooms, and it won't take long Just spend it.

And now.

The stench of fish blood and sea salt is mixed, entering the nostrils, and only the lingering buzzing of mosquitoes can be heard in the ears.

When Oceana woke up, he found himself firmly trapped on the long table used to process salted fish at home, with his hands, feet and eyes **** with ropes and cloth belts, unable to move.

The reason for discovering the latter was because he heard the sound of mosquitoes flapping in his ears, and Ossenna subconsciously wanted to slap that nasty flying insect to death, which was the instinct of any human being.

But this action couldn't start at all, the tough and water-soaked rope locked him firmly on this long table, so he could only listen to the flying mosquitoes lingering around his ears, buzzing and flying.

It is simply the greatest torture.

On the long table where God knows how many fish have been processed, there is still a strong smell of fish and a faint smell of rancidity. Being tied to it, Oxenna almost vomited, but because his mouth was also covered with a ball of sackcloth. blocked, so he could only whine, making a muffled almost inaudible sound.

At this moment, he was just like a sea fish that was disposed of by his own assembly line in the past, and was placed on this long table to be slaughtered.

——what's going on? What happened to me?

At the first moment, Ossina didn't understand his situation, but soon, with the scent of flowers still remaining in his mouth and nose, he recalled what happened.

Yes, it is my nephew, Ian!

That brat took his own sleeping powder and made a sneak attack, and knocked himself down by throwing a lime bag!

He tied himself to the table and didn't know what to do

After confirming that it was Ian, Oceana became confused: "How did he find my sleeping fan?"

You should know that sleep powder is a rare material that plays an important role in many situations. It is a product controlled by the empire and is quite rare. Ordinary hunters can't use it at all.

It’s really used. The value of a hunt may not be as high as sleeping powder. It is a material that is only used for those rare beasts whose fur cannot be damaged by a knife wound.

I rely on the aboriginal relationship to obtain a lot, and usually hide it very tightly, lest people find it.

That secret cabinet is impossible for even the best hunter in town to find!

But he didn't know that in Ian's foreseeable vision, the big bag of sleeping powder seemed to be highlighted and see-through, and it was easy to find it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

At this moment, Oceana was still struggling. He felt that the rope around his wrist was a little loose. After all, he knew that the ropes in his home were old ones that had been used for seven or eight years.

It's better to say that in the past, he always got some second-hand small things from his sister, Ian's mother, and never bought them himself.

After Ian's family declined, Ossena, who couldn't get enough wool, didn't refurbish these infrequently used little things.

"How dare you plot against me"

Osenna gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart. The reason why he bullied Ian was because children could not pose a threat to him. Even if he resisted, he could easily beat him down. peace of mind.

But now, his nephew, who he thought was harmless, suddenly showed his fangs and bit him. This feeling made him both ashamed and afraid.

"If Ian just wants to avoid being beaten, then you can agree to him first. Anyway, he is a child, just cheat."

Osenna rubbed the rope in his hand vigorously, intending to break free and break it, but it obviously took a while.

However, he has made up his mind that no matter whether he can break the rope or not, he must kill him after he tricks Ian into untying him—then the body will be sold directly to the group of forest natives, and the outsiders will be excused. Let’s just say that Ian ran out of the port to play by himself, but disappeared!

Anyway, since the guard team where Ian's father belonged to disappeared collectively in the torrential rain eight years ago, the guard system of the entire Harrison Port has not been completely rebuilt, the collapsed city walls have not been repaired, and only the towers in each district are still intact. It's fine.

But the tower is inside and outside. Under such circumstances, it is not uncommon for children to sneak out. A few years ago, children were taken away by wild beasts by the river. It is useless to ban them. Someone ran out.

Just like yourself. If not, he would not have been able to hook up with the natives outside the city quietly.

Dum, thump, thump.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from the old board.

Osenna opened his eyes subconsciously. He wanted to roar or say something, but at this moment he realized that his mouth was completely blocked, and he couldn't make any sound. Agreeing to the conditions, cheating or begging for mercy, he couldn't do it.

Until this time, Ossina suddenly felt a chill——

Ian blocked his mouth, did he not intend to communicate with himself at all? !

"Woo!!"

Osenna struggled violently immediately, moving up and down, he squirmed his body like a worm, the man tried his best to break free from the rope on his wrist, although it was difficult, but not impossible

Then, he felt a severe pain coming from the center of his palm.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dull sound of the hammer and wooden nails was heard, and the nails penetrated the flesh and blood, and went deep into the depths of the wooden table, nailing to death the hands that were bound but still intended to make trouble.

"Woo!!!"

Osenna's eyes were wide open. If his mouth wasn't filled with cotton wool, the severe pain might have caused him to bite off his tongue, but even so, his breathing became disordered. He rolled his eyes, Passed out briefly.

And when he woke up again, what he heard was a voice that made him even more frightened to the point of madness.

It was the sound of a knife being sharpened.

Click, click, click.

The fish dividing knife was being sharpened, and for a moment, a scene of sea fish being cut off their heads neatly and then disemboweled and deboned appeared in Ossena's mind.

In an instant, he was so frightened that he lost control.

"Alas."

Until then, Ossena could hear a childish sigh: "You shouldn't wake up, uncle. It's good to just walk in a daze."

It was just a sigh, and the sound of sharpening the knife continued, but after breaking the silence, Ian seemed to start talking.

"It's really unexpected that you can solve it so easily, so you still have plenty of time, so don't worry."

While sharpening the knife, the boy said in a rather cheerful tone with a little fear and emotion: "To be honest, I was really nervous before I tied you up. It's a fluke, and I'm so lucky. I imagined it would be 10,000 times smoother, after all, no matter how meticulous the preparation is, the success rate is not 100%, and if I make a slight mistake, I will die."

"I prepared for you not to inhale the sleeping powder, so I specially repaired the corridor and made a wooden trap."

A plank trap? Even though his palms were in severe pain and his whole body was trembling with fear, Oceana couldn't help but see the scene in the corridor of his home in his mind.

——Indeed, there was a wooden board in the middle of the corridor that was soaked in water and was damaged, and there was a sunken mud pit underneath, and because of his disabled leg, if he accidentally tripped over it, he would definitely fall hard.

He originally planned to find a time for Ian to fix it, and if he couldn't fix it, he would beat him up for fun

"Besides, I also put a stumbling wire over the kitchen, which is enough to deal with you."

Interrupting his uncle's delusions, Ian's voice came again, but because Ossena's heartbeat was too fast and distorted, he couldn't hear clearly: "If you are smart enough, sleeping powder, puddles and I have seen through all the stumbling ropes and avoided them, so in the end I can only try to use a pitchfork to stab you to death by taking advantage of your inconvenient turning around."

"I'm a little worried that the skin of adults in this world is too tough, so I sharpened it a bit."

pitchfork

Ossina still remembers the jokes told by some elders who lived in the imperial capital when he was a child, among them was the story of a demon hunter who was killed by a few farmers with a pitchfork

Although it was just a joke, that demon hunter was not simply killed by a pitchfork, but it is enough to show how powerless human flesh and blood are when faced with a pitchfork.

"Actually, even if all the preparations are not enough to kill you, I have also prepared the means to die together."

Finally, the boy said faintly: "Do you smell the algae oil lamp? There is also a brazier for storing kindling. I put it in the living room. If you escape all the traps, even a pitchfork can't kill you. I will set this house on fire and die with you."

After finishing speaking, the sound of Ian sharpening his knife stopped.

The boy stood up.

"Woo! Woo!!"

Indeed, he smelled the smell of seaweed oil, followed by the temperature of the brazier. Endless fear immediately overwhelmed Oceana's heart, and he suddenly knew his end.

——A nephew who has prepared so many plans, even if they die together, will kill him, how could he give himself the slightest chance to escape, give himself the slightest chance of surviving? !

He said so much, just to test his own reaction, to confirm whether he has an accomplice, and whether he has a backup. He is sure that he will not have too much trouble if he dies!

Therefore, the man began to struggle violently, the wooden table creaked, as if he wanted to say something.

—I'm still useful! I also know a lot of things! Why are the natives anxious about the blood sacrifice? Why is Harrison Port's defense weak recently? Why are there fewer and fewer caravans coming recently? Why is Lord Viscount depressed recently? The storm eight years ago

He really knows a lot.

But it is of no use.

"Are you scared? Just be scared."

The boy's chuckling voice gradually approached, even with a hint of soft relief: "Don't worry, uncle, I won't give you any chance to ask for help, and you don't need to say a word about all your secrets. If I can listen, I can dig it out myself."

Even though his eyes were covered, Ossena seemed to see a pair of indifferent blue eyes, gazing at his body calmly, like a butcher gazing at a meat pig, or like a scholar gazing at his experiment target.

The water-colored eyes flickered in the darkness, and what followed was the blade.

"I will not show mercy to you."

Puff, puff.

The sound of steel tearing flesh.