Davos, a smuggler who ventured across the blockade, brought some onions and pickled fish, but due to the capsizing of the boat, the small number did not solve the food crisis at Storm's End.

Even for the next few days, lunch remained simple and even rudimentary.

But Lan Li's attention has been on the dentures lately. Whenever he had time, he would hide in the room and observe it, and then he would be entangled-

As soon as he looked at the dentures, he could feel a special attraction, as if a voice was faintly calling him, clenching, clenching the dentures......

However, the "consequences" of the grip made Lan Li hesitate.

Experiments have proved that when he holds it tightly, he will somehow run to an ocean archipelago on the other side of Westeros, become an islander there, and drown!

Just like he had "dreamed of", he became a knight and was crushed to death by his own horse......

He didn't care about the knight or the sea people, the problem was that the feeling of death was really terrifying.

But if the tips provided by the smugglers are valid......

"Life is about breaking through yourself." At lunch on the sixth day, when he pulled two dry salted fish on a plate with a silver dagger, he suddenly sighed.

"If you have a treasure mountain and don't take it, it is equivalent to marrying a beautiful daughter-in-law with great difficulty, but you can't get tough."

"Can't get tough?" The fat dun next to him didn't understand this sentence, and blinked blankly when he heard the words.

"What can't be hard? Fist? Why can't it be hard? Is it because you haven't eaten enough? Then I can't get up either. You know, Lan Li, I've been running out of food lately......"

As he spoke, he peeked at the two humiliated salted fish on the plate in front of Lan Li, and then blinked at the black-haired friend in front of him.

"You seem to hate it? Or—"

"Not a fist." Lan Li squinted at him.

"It's probably a mental illness."

With that, the silver dagger he held upside down in his right hand thud thud into the head of a dead pickled fish, and then his butt slid off the bench and strode towards the door under the surprised gaze of Fat Dun.

But after a few steps, the black-haired boy turned around and took the plate of fish away.

"It's better to have something to eat than not to have it."

He emphasized with disgust, and Fat Dun sighed at this.

"We're going to go to the Divine Wood Forest in a while!" The thin bamboo pole on the other side was originally gnawing on an onion while sneezing, and when he saw this, he hurriedly shouted at Lan Li's back, and after shouting, he hurriedly raised his sleeve and wiped the tears that flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't forget!"

"You two go." Lan Li waved his hand without looking back: "I'm not an idler. ”

The two looked at each other when they heard this.

"He's talking back?"

"Maybe Master Clerson has a new lesson for him?"

"That's the only way to do it...... He's so powerful, how can such a boring thing last so long? ”

……

Master Clerson had apparently not arranged any new lessons for Lan Li, and when he returned to his room, he directly left the plate of salted fish on the shelf table for later use, and then pulled out the pair of dentures hidden in the bedside table and held them in his hand.

He did it in one go, as if he was afraid that someone would come and grab it, but in reality he was just afraid that he would regret it.

He was rightly alarmed, for it didn't take long for him to repent, but it was too late.

After clenching the dentures, Lan Li's originally clear thoughts quickly diverged, and then quickly fell into a special state of half-asleep.

This state lasted for a long time, and then it seemed like it was just for a moment.

……

When the cold wind blew and suddenly felt that several people were reaching out to press the back of their heads and arms, Lan Li quickly came to his senses.

Unfortunately, after opening his eyes, before Lan Li could even take a look around, his head was forcefully pressed into the clear and light blue water below.

He was no longer Lan Li, but a young man with distinctly strong limbs.

Lan Li, who had "come" once before, was prepared for this, so he was not at a loss in the face of anomalies, he was just very panicked.

He knew he was in a place called the Iron Islands.

The Iron Islands are one of the nine main territories of Westeros, and the people living on the islands are known as the Iron People, and this tenacious people have a special religious ritual called the Ritual of Flooding.

To put it simply, it will choke you to death by pressing you into the seawater.

Of course, the Iron People believe that true believers in the god of drowning (the god they believe in) will not fear drowning, because they will be resurrected after this.

Luckily, the flooded person was able to survive through the original CPR technique of the drowned (the priest of the drowning god) after the fact.

Right now, Lan Li is drowning, and he very much hopes that he can have this luck.

At the same time, he also prayed that the mantra of the smuggler Davos would help him survive the difficult situation, because he was very curious about the world in this "dream", and even longed to see it for what it was.

Whatever his mood, however, the dilemma he faces for now is how to avoid drowning.

……

At the beginning of the ceremony, the abundant oxygen made Lan Li's senses very clear, and his wide eyes could dimly see the seabed beach close at hand beyond a palm, see the green seaweed rippling with the sea water coming out of the sand, see a silver swimming fish panic away, and three lines of words sunken out of the sand, three lines of strange words.

Even though the current situation is very tense, Lan Li couldn't help but be attracted by these three lines of words, but unfortunately his vision in the water was blurred, he could only look at it a few times, and before he could think about it, a pair of rough soles stepped on the left side of his vision, and the rich sand and soil brought up completely obscured everything in front of him.

The silence around was terrifying, and the ocean had kept most of the earthly sounds out of the water, and only a faint sound of prayer lingered around, as if it came from outside the sky.

"O Supreme God, who has been drowned for us, let your servant Hal be born again from the sea, as you are. Give him the blessing of sea salt, the blessing of solid stone, the blessing of steel......"

The most important thing is to stay calm.

Lan Li said to herself secretly.

Holding his breath constantly, the oxygen in his lungs became thinner and thinner as the ritual progressed, and it didn't take long for his body instincts to begin to urge him to struggle to get up, but the pressure coming from the back of his head and the shoulders on both sides was particularly strong.

As time passed, the pain began to grow, and everything became more and more unbearable.

The most important thing is to stay calm.

When he couldn't hold it anymore, he meditated on the tips mentioned by the smuggler again.

I'm going to die, how can I be calm?

He remembered that he had replied like that to Davos.

The stranger who represents death is terrifying, but we don't want to be completely captured by him, we better face him. You have to know that this kind of behavior is meant to be alive and dead.

The other party replied.

Survive the Dead...... Survive the Dead......

The severe pain caused by forcibly holding his breath made Lan Li's mind hazy and tense, and he tried to suppress himself, suppress, and suppress ......

Until at some point, he could no longer suppress his instinctive desire to breathe, and his mouth opened wide.

The salty water rushes in.

The most important thing is to be calm......

He whimpered and said to himself.

It's just that when his mind is trapped in the pain caused by drowning, when the cold liquid inhibits his lungs, when the sea water makes his whole internal organs cramp wildly, he vaguely flashes an opposite thought—

This is fucking bullshit!

Darkness then took over his body and mind, and then after a long time, the cool breath of life suddenly came slowly from the outside world, and at the same time, there seemed to be an angry roar.

"The dead don't die!"

There seemed to be a sharp pebble under his waist, and he was very uncomfortable, and he wanted to reach out and pull it away, but he felt that his limbs were stiff and could not move.

"The dead don't die!" Another roar came, accompanied by a hard knock on his back, and the shock seemed to make his whole body gradually thaw.

"The dead don't die!" At the third roar, he subconsciously thought that he should respond to the other party, so he opened his mouth in a muttered way.

"It will rise again......"

The other party yelled at a very famous sentence in the iron folk custom, so he could take it. I just don't know if he said it or not, but everything around him quickly became clear.

The cool sea breeze kept blowing, the icy tide licked against the soles of his feet, and the obvious swelling of his abdomen made him suddenly excited, and then he turned over, bent over on the beach and coughed violently.

The sea water was spit out a lot due to coughing, and at the same time, his mind became clearer, and there were figures around him silently, and at the same time, he could feel three eyes staring at him motionlessly, as if expecting something.

"It will be, it will rise again!" He coughed in pain, then staggered to his feet, his legs limp, and stood on the beach. Trembling, he faced three encouraging glances and squeezed out the last words of the ritual from between his teeth.

"It's even stronger!"