Aside from the time he first arrived on Dragonstone, Lan Li never lived in Dragonstone, but his room was always neat and clean, as the servants in the castle came to clean it every day.

The sea breeze blows in from the open windows, but there is not much dampness, and Dragonstone Island is a place where birds don't, that is, poor and barren, but this castle is a treasure, and the people who live in it have never been harassed by dampness and some mosquitoes.

This situation is very peculiar, and combined with the mysterious appearance of the castle, it is no wonder that there are always rumors that the castle was built by magic.

Outside the window, a dark crow burst in and landed on the desk with stacks of books in the room.

Tilting its head to look around, the peculiar crow's small eyes were fixed on a quill stuck in the inkwell.

Then I saw it take out the quill and put it on the table, and began to peck it with its head down, and the continuous collision with the table sounded very regular, and the delicate quill also moved with this situation.

The crow pecks at the feathers, all this looks a little strange, but it is not special, but gradually, as the crow continues to peck, the quill, which should be ordinary, has undergone an unusual change -

It begins to emit a unique scent.

If Lan Li was here, he would be able to find that this fragrance was exactly the same as the few replica mediums he once had!

……

After settling in Haijiang City, Lan Li has not moved, only because the Iron Throne needs him to sit here.

However, Lan Li did not interfere with the Iron People except for necessary things, and left them to act on their own, all he could do was write a few letters to explain the situation of the Iron People to the lords of the Riverlands.

However, ignoring the military does not mean that he has nothing to do, the current situation in the Riverlands needs to be understood, the follow-up support of the Iron Islands also needs to be advised, and the special world of death also needs him to continue to explore.

As for the golden finger on Lan Li's body, or the ability to shuttle through historical copies, he hadn't paid attention to it for a long time.

The main thing is that he has never been able to find a new medium.

This situation was unusual, completely different from the progress he had made in obtaining three mediums in one year, at first Lan Li thought that he might be unlucky, but when he tried to supplement the dagger medium with the power of the old gods and failed, Lan Li had a vague guess.

The medium is obviously related to the old gods, and the old gods are called the masters of the old days in the mouth of the seven gods, so can no longer feel the breath of the medium, does it mean that it is the interference of the old gods? And not really without the presence of a medium?

This is very likely, since the gods on the side have all learned about the changes that have taken place in this world, how can the old gods not know?

And if you don't stop yourself from digging deeper into the historical copies, what will the world "collapse" into?

After only entering three copies, Westeros has already stirred up such chaos, what would it look like if there were more?

Obviously, there will be no answer to this question until it happens, but Lan Li feels that if he has been shuttling into history without any scruples, then I am afraid that nothing good will end in the end, whether it is for the world or for himself.

So if the old gods really made a secret move, he didn't think there was any surprise.

The only curiosity is what the power of the old gods has to do with his own golden finger.

Therefore, his intention to go to the north has never been weakened, but there is no lack of vigilance, before he used a trick to make the disciples run to the north is a pathfinder stone he threw out, and then Lan Li has to think about it carefully.

Of course, this is still a little early, and before the war is over, Lan Li will not run around.

"Maybe it'll come for it."

Watching a raven depart from the top of a tower, Lan Li thought about it, but then the thought was put to his senses.

Raising his left hand to grasp it, a jet-black scepter appeared in his hand, and then with the force in his hand, the surrounding environment changed dramatically in an instant.

The tumbling dark clouds evaporate overhead, the turbulent sea turbulent underfoot, and no matter up or down, countless ghosts and phantoms are shuttling through the ocean clouds or in strange buildings, which seem to be chaotic, but in fact they are orderly and restrained.

After glancing at everything that was becoming more and more familiar, Lan Lifu began to delve into it again.

The scepter he held in his hand was magical, but at present, Lan Li only had the ability to dispatch the undead up and down, which was useful to him, but it was not very useful.

Luckily, when he held the scepter tightly, he always had a feeling of "unfinished", and this feeling seemed to prove that the scepter was capable of more than that.

Therefore, Lan Li never gave up studying it.

And after this period of hard work, he has already made an eyebrow.

When the invisible sea breeze blew, the dark clouds in the sky and the depths of the sea under his feet suddenly bloomed with thousands of points of light, as if countless fireflies were ignited at once, and then these fireflies suddenly began to move, flying away from the bottom to the top, like countless bright blue meteors, or falling from the top down, as if countless blood-colored stones fell from the sky.

The torrent of blue and red rushed through and continuous, causing the surroundings to be gorgeous, but this was not a firework, but a process of countless souls going from heaven to hell, or from hell to heaven.

The manipulators of the process ignored this, but the ethereal wailing of the soul intensified, but after a moment, the situation stopped instantly.

Under the control of the mind, the invisible rules of this place instantly corrected all the confusion, and the surrounding "fireworks" were suddenly converging.

However, there are also fish that have slipped through the net.

On the sea, a hazy old iron man was standing in front of Lan Li blankly, turning his head to look around, as if he hadn't figured out his situation yet, and he didn't seem to see Lan Li's existence at all.

"What's your name?"

The voice was kind, but it sounded like thunder in the "ears" of the revenant, startling him, and then he hurriedly answered to the "air" in a panic.

"The great drowning god is above, I, my name is Tim."

He obviously misunderstood something, but Lan Li didn't mean to explain, but continued to ask.

"How old?"

"The Great Drowning God is above, Tim died at the age of 54."

"You know you're dead?"

"I didn't know until long after, and others told me ......"

……

Between the questions and answers, it seemed to be no different from talking to a normal person, and finally Lan Li's heart moved, and the translucent figure instantly fell into the depths of the sea, and with a turn of thought, the ghost named Tim reappeared in front of him.

Lan Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief because of this, and then he had an idea and thought of more.

So he dispersed the special environment around him, restoring it to its original room, but the scepter in his hand did not disperse with it, but after clenching it, a bright blue light suddenly bloomed on the ground, and then the light swept the ground, and a translucent revenant appeared in front of Lan Li.

It's just that the appearance is completely different from before.