High Above Chapter 5

  Chapter 5 Blade

  Harrison Port's important source of food and income 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 pickle in front of the long table assembly line.

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. The second person cuts the belly of the fish and removes the internal organs, and then hands it to the third person, and the third person removes the fish bones. The body of the fish is thrown into a large bucket filled with salt water and marinated 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.

  Ossina 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 would 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 never cared about it. He would soon use the bounty money to buy black mushrooms and spend it in a short time .

   And now.

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

  When Oceana woke up, he found that he was firmly trapped on the long table used to process salted fish at home, his hands, feet and even his eyes were tied with ropes and cloth belts, and he could not move.

  The reason why he discovered 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 and buzzing.

   is simply the greatest torture.

On the long table where God knows how many fish had been processed, there was still a strong smell of fish and a faint smell of rancidity. Being tied to it, Oxenna wanted to gag, but because his mouth was also tightly blocked by a ball of sackcloth, So he could only whine, making a dull, 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 happened? 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's 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, not knowing what to do...

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

   You must 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 do not 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 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 hidden safe...not even the best hunter in town can find it!

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

"woo woo woo woo!"

  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 would be better to say that in the past, he always used 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 little things that weren't commonly used.

   "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.

  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 cheating."

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

However, he has already 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. At that time, the body will be sold directly to the group of forest natives. I ran out of the port to play by myself, but disappeared!

  Anyway, since Ian's father's **** group disappeared in the torrential rain eight years ago, the entire guard system in 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.

But the tower is inside and not 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. No matter how forbidden it is, it is useless. Someone will always run out .

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

   thump, thump, thump.

   And at this moment, footsteps were heard on the old wooden planks.

Oceana 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 a sound. Whether it was agreeing to the conditions, To cheat or beg 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? !

   "Woohoo!"

  Ossina 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 sharp pain coming from the center of his palm.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  The dull sound of the hammer and wooden nails beating sounded. The nails pierced through the flesh 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!!"

Ossina'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 and fainted briefly. past.

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

   That was the sound of sharpening knives.

   Click, click, click.

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

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

"Ugh."

  Until this moment, Ossenna could hear a childish sigh: "You shouldn't wake up, uncle. It's fine 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 there is still 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 too lucky, too lucky, more than I imagined. 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 that you didn't plan to inhale the sleeping powder, so I specially repaired the corridor and made a wooden trap."

   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 plank in the middle of the corridor that was soaked in water and damaged, and there was a sunken mud pit underneath, and because of his disabled leg, if he accidentally tripped, 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 tripping 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, sleep powder, puddles and stumbling wires I saw through everything and avoided it, 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 was a little worried that the skin of adults in this world is too tough, so I sharpened it a little bit."

   Pitchfork…

  Ossina still remembers a few sublimator 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 all the preparations can't kill you... I also prepared the means to die together."

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

  After speaking, Ian's sound of sharpening the knife stopped.

  The boy stands up.

   "Woooo! Woooooooooo!"

   Indeed, he smelled the smell of algae oil with the smell of the sea, and the temperature of the brazier followed. Endless fear flooded Ossena'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 can he give himself a chance to escape, give himself a chance to survive? !

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

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

  —I still use it! I also know a lot of things! Why are the natives anxious for the blood sacrifice, why the defense of Harrison Port is weak recently, why the number of caravans has decreased recently, why the Lord Viscount is depressed recently, the storm eight years ago...

   He really knows a lot.

   But it is of no use.

   "Are you scared? Just be afraid."

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, I won't listen to all your secrets without saying a word, 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 experimental target.

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

   "I will not show mercy to you."

  Puff Chi, Pu Chi.

  The sound of steel tearing flesh.

   Thank you very much for your rewards and monthly tickets. The enthusiasm is really beyond my expectations. I owe more than a dozen changes in one fell swoop. I really owe debts when I open the book.

   I will record all the rewards from everyone, and wait for the shelves, or wait for the right time to add more rewards—as you all know, the new book has just been released in order to eat all the recommendations, and I can't update too much. The maximum number of words is 4~6k per day.

   But don't worry, all the updates will not be missing, just wait until the outbreak after the shelves.

   In addition, I also hope that readers can follow up on this book as much as possible. This is the only important thing in the new book issue. If you can help to follow up, it will be a great help!

  (end of this chapter)

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