Under the bright sunshine, a rotten body covered with sticky green water plants and wriggling maggots slowly floated out from under the sea, blocking the route of the iron boat.

A rowing man at the bow of the ship was the first to discover it. At first he thought it was just a dead body that floated from somewhere, but when he raised the wooden oar and planned to pull it away, he found that the dead man lying on the sea, who was like mud, suddenly moved a little. Then he suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at him with his empty dark eye sockets without any eyeballs!

"ah--!"

The sudden fright made the paddler's face pale in an instant, and the wooden paddle in his hand was also hit on the rotten cheek by him as a weapon. However, the other party not only did not suffer any harm, but instead grinned.

Seeing this, the paddler turned around and ran without hesitation.

However, the boat was not big, and there were many people sitting on it. Without moving two steps, he was stopped by Ellen Greyjoy who stood up after hearing the sound.

"Mud, what are you going crazy?"

"Dead people - dead people - there is -" the oarsman responded tremblingly, but before he could finish his words, another scream suddenly erupted from behind. He saw a oarsman on another boat not far away seeing the situation, and his face was filled with horror.

Their reaction attracted the attention of all the iron people on the three small boats. They put down their work temporarily and ran to take a look. Then the sound of gasping in the air started to sound one after another.

The strong sunlight above his head was shrouded, but it could not dispel the sudden coldness in his heart. Although the iron people were strong and bloodthirsty, it was only for their similar people. Faced with the rotten corpse that was obviously dead and could not die again, but still had reactions on their faces, they all sweated coldly, and were so scared that they didn't dare to breathe.

"Slowly, slow down, let's leave quietly, yes, quietly, don't bother it..."

The leader Yilun whispered, swallowing while saying that, the others nodded and agreed, and then they began to paddle their oars in a concealed and rapid manner.

Three small boats slowly sailed away from the sea where the corpse was floating. Everyone was trembling and staring at the motionless corpse while paddling, for fear that it would suddenly start attacking.

Fortunately, they never encountered any sudden accidents until they could no longer see the dead body behind them.

A paddler breathed a sigh of relief and said to his companion next to him with glory: "God bless you, fortunately we—"

Before he finished speaking, he found that his companion's eyes suddenly glared. He looked at the appearance behind him and seemed full of fear. At the same time, waves of sour and foul smell gradually floated from behind, which made the paddler's heart skip, and then slowly turned to look.

He saw a face full of death and was now grinning at himself.

...

"Go to die!"

The roar that was born at the bow of the ship was accompanied by a sound of axe chopping wood. The two prisoners tied to the stern of the ship looked at the tent. The fierce iron man with a big bald head was holding a short axe and slashing and kicking at a strange figure kneeling there in front of him, yelling angrily while yelling some unauthorized words.

His axe was very sharp. After a few cuts, the strange figure's head was cut off by him. However, this did not seem to affect the "life" of the thing. After the head fell off, the figure stretched out his hands and took it over and held it. Then the head in its hand grinned at the bald ironmin again.

This seemed to directly cause the ironmin to collapse. After trembling all over, the axe fell from his hand unconsciously. Then he screamed and turned around and pounced, jumping into the sea with a thud.

The others on the boat were staring at all this, and the iron people on the other two small boats also had the same expression. At this moment, no one dared to move around, but the smell of urine gradually spread.

Until the rotten corpse with no head slowly "opened" and said something.

"How do you get to Baiou Village?"

The ripped mouth in his head opened and closed, and the sound made was like a sea monster breathing.

"God of God saves me!" After hearing this, an iron man screamed and followed his example. After hearing this, he turned around and rushed into the sea. When the others on the boat saw this, they followed him into the sea without hesitation. For a moment, water splashed everywhere and thumped continuously. In the end, only the leader Yilun was still staying at the stern of the boat to guard the two important prisoners, and responded with pale faces facing the headless corpse that was coming.

"No, I don't know! Go away quickly, we don't know anything!"

"have no idea?"

"Yes, I don't know, I don't know, we all-" Yilun replied tremblingly, but before he finished speaking, a tender voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"May I ask, do you know Hal?"

The sound of the sound made Yilun feel a little shocked, but he didn't dare to look back, but he couldn't help but curse the troublemaker in his heart. However, what happened next made him stunned.

I saw the headless corpse in front of me, who was full of stench, "turned" his head with his hand and looked at it. A faint blue light seemed to flash in his hollow eyes.

"Hal...Hal?"

"That's right." The boy's voice continued to sound. Although it sounded so young, it made Yilun's beating heart suddenly calm down a lot.

"Do you know the one who is in the same village as Hal, you are out of the village to fight with you?"

The headless corpse was silent when he heard this, as if he had thought about it, and then said hoarsely: "Of course, of course I know him. He was sent to Liushui Palace by the great King Rhodes. I really envy him for such a good life."

The information contained in the words made the boy understand - obviously the channel on his wrist was limited to the world where Raya was, and the other party was just Jaspi on that timeline.

But at the same time, he also had another doubt.

"What about you, how did you die? The Storm?"

"The God of Storm cannot do anything to the real iron seed."

The headless corpse chuckled, and as the head and mouth in both hands opened and closed, several maggots splashed out on the opposite side and fell on Yilun's chest and kept squirming. However, Yilun did not dare to act rashly about this, but stood there blankly, pretending that he did not exist.

The people on the other two ships around were also staring at all this—the amazingly brave boy, and the terrifying existence that could have a normal conversation. As they listened to the conversation between them, their fear dissipated a lot.

"Who killed you?" the boy continued.

"Who killed me? That was a madman, a madman in a white robe..." The headless corpse said hesitantly, but the "expression" on his face suddenly became very nervous, and even a piece of corrupt skin fell off because of this.

"Oh, that's so scary, I don't want to-I have to forget her! Yes, I don't know anything, I don't know anything-child, child! Do you know how to get to Baiou Village? Do you know? You should know?"

At the end of the speech, it changed the subject, but compared to the initial question, he seemed a little nervous now.

"On the west bank of Old Wake Island, just walk south to the gravel fort." The boy replied: "It's not easy to find. No one told you for so long. Maybe it doesn't exist anymore."

"Not exist?" These words suddenly increased the voice of the headless corpse, and even the iron people around him all raised Xinfu to their throats again. However, they sighed when they saw this terrifying existence, and their voices were depressed.

"Yes, more than two hundred years have passed in one go, and Baiou Village has long stopped existing..."

For some reason, it seemed to instantly turn from a terrifying and mysterious ghost into an old man with a lack of energy. His head was lifted up and put back on his neck. After twisting, the thing was magically inlaid.

"I actually knew it a long time ago, I just hope someone can remember it..." He looked at Lan Li with empty eyes, and after a while, he said the last sentence.

"Child, I smelled the wrath of the God of Storm. You'd better leave as soon as possible, yes, as soon as possible..."

A wave surged here, completely pouring the entire boat around. Then when the waves faded, the monster disappeared.

The tide was filled with the end of the words, and the tension dissipated, but no one spoke. The iron men who jumped to the sea and ran to the other two boats looked at each other, and finally they all looked at the black-haired boy on the empty boat.

Ellen Greyjoy, who was closest to the front, also turned around and looked at the boy leaning against the stern, feeling lingering fear and suspicion.

"Boy, how did you know those things?" His words still had a tremolo.

“I read it in a book.”

The boy replied: "Hal and Jaspi of Baiou Village are two iron pirates from Old Wake Island. Their ships sailed to all the places in the known world, and they plundered countless treasures, and finally they were buried on an unknown island."

"That's it?" Ellen asked in disbelief.

"Yes," the boy nodded seriously: "I originally thought that someone made up this story, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"Where is that island?" The bald iron-headed man who swam back because of the disappearance of the monster approached and asked. The horror on his face had basically subsided, and a hint of greed appeared faintly.

"I don't know, I feel that he might tell me the next time I see him."

Lanli answered with a blink of an eye.

"The Baiou Village you mentioned really exists?" Another Tiemin who had traveled back hurriedly asked, "It seems that it is not far from my house."

"This is what the book says. I don't know whether it exists or not. I have never been to the Iron Islands."

"You... are you not afraid at all?" The gray-haired old Tiemin asked squinted.

“I’ve heard of it.”

The boy replied: "Many merchant ships have encountered this Jaspi, but it never hurts people."

"I've heard of it? Why didn't you say it earlier??"

"No one of you wants to listen to what I say..."

...

This matter ended up being left alone.

After hollowing out the story of Lan Li's "knowing", the iron-minded people no longer paid attention to this brave child and began to discuss the dead man just now. They were still scared and full of surprise, as if the door to a new world was opened.

Only the silver-haired woman beside her looked at Renli suspiciously, feeling that he was lying.

After all, as a person who was more than 200 years ago, she had never heard of anything like Hal and Jaspi, pirates and treasures.

But the dead man was able to speak and seemed to be able to control the sea water, which shocked her for a moment, and even thought of her own gender issues. So she didn't think about it much, and became a little lost.

Lan Li also ignored what the people around him looked at him. Thinking about everything the sea ghost said, he was very confused at this moment.

White-robed madman, kill her.

With such obvious characteristics, he could not have imagined what it was, but if this is true, she killed someone, then the so-called right way...

Although there were long speculations, it was "confirmed" at this time, but it still made Lan Li feel like a big stone was pressed down on her heart.

The boy's face became a little cloudy and unstable. Finally, he looked up at the sky. The cloudless appearance could not tell the existence of the God of Storm at all.

But since that monster said so...

Lanley narrowed her eyes.
Chapter completed!