On January 6, 1920, Qin Beiyang ushered in his 20-year-old sun on the dividing line of Eurasia, facing the Siberian wilderness facing the east.

Tomorrow is Christmas.

Unlike December 25, which is celebrated on December 7 in the Russian calendar, legend has it that the forest will be filled with cold old men, snow maidens, and wolves.

Qin Beiyang is not alone, in addition to the small town tomb beast, there is also an old craftsman in the village to accompany him - his name is Alexander, an old Russian man in his sixties.

The old man was not a local, having come to the village alone many years ago to make a living by making tools for animal hunting. The trap he designed was ingenious, whether it was a powerful bear or a cunning fox, all of them whined and wailed under the trap. He can also create extremely intricate traps and lassoes that can allow wild beasts to be captured almost unscathed—especially important for sables and silver foxes, and an unblemished fur can be exchanged for the same weight of gold in the Moscow market. And if there are bullet holes or scars from animal traps, it will naturally be greatly discounted.

Alexander had no family, was taciturn, and was extremely unsociable. Only Qin Beiyang has a good relationship with him. In this wolf hunt, the old craftsman stubbornly refused firearms, carrying only a steel crossbow - a weapon that has long been obsolete.

Nine Colors discovers snow footprints and wolf fur and digs up the bones of the child, a pair of twin children who were taken by the wolf last month.

This is it, where wolves haunt. The old craftsman buried a few traps and a delicate noose, and as soon as the wolf's paws stepped into it, he would immediately be hung upside down from the tree. He also marked it with a twig so that his own people would not step on the trap.

They crawled in their snow nests and soon heard the howls of wolves......

On this day, they caught nine wolves, executed them all on the spot, and dragged them back to show the villagers.

That night, the wolves attacked the village again in retaliation for the wolf hunt, killing a large number of domestic animals and biting two lone men to death. When Nine Colors transformed into a young Qilin Town Tomb Beast and prepared to use the glass fireball to destroy these evil wolves, they felt the heat of the "soul mechanical body" and howled and fled.

The next day, Qin Beiyang and Alexander hunted wolves again, but found nothing, and the wolves skillfully avoided traps and traps.

"These brutes have become smart! It's strange that I've never met such a smart pack of wolves. ”

The old craftsman furrowed his thick eyebrows and heard the wolf howl one after another. Not one wolf, but the voice of dozens of wolves, like wolves all over the world having a convention.

Qin Beiyang and Jiuse followed the sound and quietly climbed up the hillside. The old craftsman, carrying a heavy trap on his back, hid in the dead grass and observed, and saw a large pack of wolves, at least forty wolves.

These wolves surround a coffin.

Unbelievably, on the snow deep in the forest, a coffin was exposed for no reason. The coffin with a metal shell, presumably a traditional lead coffin, has been welded, is extremely strong, has excellent sealing performance, and will not be damaged when stored in the open air.

The ferocious wolves knelt in front of the coffin, gestures, as if they had become domestic watchdogs. They are arranged in order, with the strong male wolf close to the coffin, and the skinny female wolf lined up outside, neatly and neatly, looking like Tai Chi gossip with the coffin as the center!

The first wolf began to howl, and it was the first wolf, the strongest and tallest. The following staggered calls down, simply dominoes. Qin Beiyang, who was hiding on the hillside, heard that these wolf howls actually had some kind of scale, as if they were ...... "God Bless the Tsar"? The national anthem of the Russian Empire, half a year ago in Paris, at the Versailles military base, he listened to the White Russian nobleman Baron Wolf sing it several times, and he also memorized the melody.

Qin Beiyang exchanged glances with the old craftsman, yes, this is not an illusion!

The wolves were controlled by the coffins and collectively howled out imperial Russian songs. It's some kind of terrible ritual, like human witchcraft, or ancient sacrifices. Could it be that the children who were eaten were the victims of this ritual?

Sure enough, Qin Beiyang saw a head, the little girl's head, buried in the snow under the coffin.

His first reaction was that more than two years ago, the boys and girls of Damo Mountain in the East China Sea were almost sacrificed to the tomb beasts of Evil Dragon Town by the islanders. Now in the forests of the Ural Mountains, the little girl was sacrificed by wolves to a coffin.

He controlled the nine-colored desire for revenge, carefully observed the nearby terrain, and felt that he was right on a good dragon vein. There were no compasses and other tools, but with his experience in dividing gold points with his father, he found that the earth here was vigorous, and there were a few towering pine trees. The coffin faces a hill that resembles the mound seal of a Chinese mausoleum.

Winter in Russia was getting dark early, and he had to shoot. Qin Beiyang's muzzle was aimed at the head wolf, and he calmly pulled the trigger. Ten rings. Kneeling in front of the coffin, the strongest male wolf was shot in the head on the spot. The sound of gunfire echoed through the valley, and the wolves dispersed in panic as he changed his bullets and fired a second shot, killing another male wolf.

At the same time, the old craftsman's crossbow also began to exert force, and the steel arrow pierced the cold air, and the arrow entered the wolf's eye or throat without fail.

They were like old hunters who were in a hundred shots, killing their prey, and soon left behind seven or eight wolf corpses. However, Qin Beiyang specializes in killing male wolves, sparing female wolves and baby wolves, and he may not be able to kill them all.

When the wolves dispersed, Qin Beiyang and Alexander came down from the hillside and brought the nine colors like hunting dogs to the coffin.

The air was filled with the smell of wolf blood, and he took out the Tang knife behind his back, and then made up a few more knives for the male wolves struggling in the snow to help them get rid of them as soon as possible, which was also a kind of mercy.

The metal coffin exuded some kind of power, erupting through the cracks in the welded lead skin, permeating the valleys and forests. He involuntarily took a few steps back, the sun had set, and evil was enveloping the night, more terrifying than an adventure in the center of the earth. Fortunately, there is also the old craftsman Alexander and the town's tomb beast Nine Colors.

Suddenly, a wolf howl sounded behind Qin Beiyang, and before he had time to turn around and reload the bullets, Jiu Se had already turned into a young Qilin Town tomb beast, holding a magnificent antler, and spit out three glass fireballs at the same time, instantly burning three male wolves who intended to sneak attack.

The old craftsman was well-informed and said that this coffin was not a good thing, and it was not suitable to stay here for a long time. Qin Beiyang held the little girl's head in his arms, and dragged the wolf back with the other hand.

Along the way, the nine-colored path was on guard, and Alexander grabbed the back of the crossbow hall to make sure that the beast did not dare to get close.

He just wanted to escape as far away from the coffin as possible, as if something evil had fallen on his shoulder......

That night, the villagers who were celebrating Christmas were stunned. The young Chinese actually dragged a huge dead wolf back. Cut open the wolf's belly and found one of the little girl's red shoes, which poked everyone's tears.

Qin Beiyang took the child's head home and avenged her with his own hands, and the family was grateful and gave him bread and salt, which is the most honorable etiquette of the Russians.

When the village chief heard that there was a coffin in the valley, he thought it was really strange. As long as this coffin exists, it will attract wolves and bring about continuous wolf plagues. After discussion among all the villagers, it was decided to destroy the coffin overnight. The village picked the strongest ten men, plus the village chief, Qin Beiyang, Alexander, with torches and weapons, and a few hunting dogs (nine colors are also counted as one).

When I got to the valley, I heard the wolves wailing along the way. Everyone kept firing guns into the sky, driving the wolves away first. There were still many wolf carcasses in the snow, but the most striking was the coffin.

No one dared to approach, only the bearded old village chief circled the coffin three times. Some kind of force is like a hand, pulling the village chief's neck, trying to stuff him into the coffin, irresistible.

"Open the coffin!"