An isolated island in the Arctic ice sea, under the frozen soil of the wasteland, there is a bearded European. Lush red hair, pale skin, slightly broken high nose bridge.

Li Longsheng dragged Qin Beiyang and Qi Yuanshan over, kneeling and staring at this face—this was not a sleeping living person, but a dead person sleeping in the ice and snow.

The whole remains were exposed, like frozen meat in the refrigerator. Any corpse in this icy environment has the potential to become a mummy that will not decay for thousands of years. The corpse was dressed in 19th-century costumes and had a wooden cross on top of its head, indicating that a Christian funeral had been held. Nine Colors began digging through the dirt again, and soon found a second remain. Is this a cemetery? Many bones were buried one after another, most of them well-preserved, and a few of them were blackened.

"They were 19th-century Arctic explorers who were trapped alive on this island."

Qin Beiyang and Jiuse continued to dig into the nearby frozen soil, and found more broken bones. Among them is a thigh bone, with three parallel knife marks, and the damage to the joint is very smooth, indicating that it is believed to have been dismembered.

A terrible conclusion - this poor deceased man, was eaten as food by his companions.

When people are in extreme environments, they may be forced to eat human flesh in order to continue their lives. In a way, human flesh is a fairly rich source of energy and protein.

Qin Beiyang, Qi Yuanshan and Li Longsheng looked at each other, they didn't know who was going to eat whom in the end?

"I have cancer and I don't live for a few days." Qin Beiyang patted Qi Yuanshan's arm, "I allowed you to eat me." ”

As soon as these words came out, Jiuse did not agree, and dragged the master's trouser legs. As a tomb beast, the most important thing is to guard the tomb of the owner. If Qin Beiyang died, Jiuse would definitely be by his coffin, and no one would be allowed to violate him.

Li Longsheng was like a forensic doctor carefully examining the dead in the frozen ground, and from the body of a captain-like body, he found a yellowed and brittle suicide note, written in English-

Later explorers, when you see this suicide note, I am already waiting for the Last Judgment by God's side. On May 19, 1845, I was instructed by the British Admiralty to sail two steamships and a crew of 129 sailors from London to the North Pole. The following year, we bypassed the frozen island of Greenland to open the northwest route. Suddenly, the compass fails, it loses its way, runs out of fuel, and the ship is firmly frozen in the ice, and it lands on this isolated island of ice. By hunting seals and whales, we survived until we ate them all and never saw a single sea beast again. We venture deep into the interior of the island and discover the temples and tombs of the ancient Vikings, the ancient Vikings, at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. I lamented the greatness of the ancients, the era of ignorance thousands of years ago, who were able to build such magnificent buildings in a harsh environment. I believe that where there are ancient ruins, there must be conditions suitable for survival. Sure enough, I found fresh water. But the epidemic of sepsis continued to take the lives of the crew. In difficult times, we are forced to eat the human flesh of our dead comrades, and I believe that I will go to hell. Now, as I am dying, I write this suicide note with what little strength I have left. If you can see it, please take me back to my hometown in England and place it in front of the tombstone of my wife Jane.

Finally, I would like to remind you that -

Don't open the Viking tombs!

Don't open the Viking tombs!

Don't open the Viking tombs!

All secrets belong to God, not to man!

Sir John Franklin

June 11, 1847

"Sir Franklin's Expedition." Li Longsheng, who has studied in the UK for eight years, bowed deeply in the face of the knight sleeping in the ice and snow, "This is a major event in the history of Arctic exploration, and the British have sent more than 40 teams to find his expedition. His wife, Jane, always believed that her husband was still alive. At her own expense, she sent four ships to search all corners of the Arctic Ocean. ”

Qin Beiyang's limited English level can only understand the last few lines of words: "Don't open the mausoleum of the Vikings!" ”

Sir Franklin, who was transformed as an ice mummy, said three times before he died, warning future generations not to open the Vikings' tomb. But he did not record the reason in his suicide note, on the grounds that "all secrets belong to God, not to man."

Where are the temples and mausoleums of the ancient Vikings?

Qin Beiyang's pain eased slightly, and he ordered Jiu Se to expand the search area. The Tomb Beast was particularly sensitive to the mausoleum, and quickly cleared the snow, revealing several large stones. There are obvious traces of artificial stacking, and there is even a stone gate.

Li Longsheng rushed over and said, "It's like Stonehenge in England!" ”

There are many patterns on the boulder, and simple human figures are carved, primitive and rough but powerful. There are also some strange symbols, which look like some kind of ancient script.

Jiu Se spit out a glass fireball, and Dr. Li Longsheng of Cambridge looked carefully for a long time, and suddenly exclaimed: "Lu Niwen! Ancient Germanic writings, often found in Scandinavia. This is the ruins of the temple of the ancient Vikings. ”

Qin Beiyang turned his head to look at the towering snow-capped mountains, and it felt a little like the sealing of the tombs of Chinese emperors, could it be ......

"Remember the warning of the dead - never open the Viking tombs." Li Longsheng reminded: "However, let's move the camp over." There must have been a reason why the ancient Vikings were able to survive and build temples and mausoleums here. Sir Franklin's suicide note said that there was fresh water in this place! I don't want to eat snow every day anymore. ”

"Okay, I'll go back and inform Chanco and Anna."

Qi Yuanshan had just killed a polar bear, and it was with great courage that he walked alone into the dark and snowy night with a shotgun on his back and a dagger in his waist.

An hour later, Ouyang Anna, Chanco, and Giuseppe Caproni arrived, bringing three improvised sleds, including most of the supplies and tents. In the sky, the four-winged angel town tomb beast is with them, and the red gaze is like a flashlight, guiding them the way. The dark night of the Arctic has allowed it to fly again, just like the town's grave beast Nine Colors.

Anna sees slain polar bears, mummies in the snow and ice, and finally the ancient ruins of the Vikings – they're not the only humans who have ever survived on this isolated island.

At midnight, it was so dark that even the stars were gone. Qian Ke glanced at the thermometer, and it was already so cold that it was bursting the table.

Caproni took out a bottle of brandy from the vault and distributed it to everyone to ward off the cold. Anna drank a glass boldly, her cheeks immediately turned crimson, and she forced Qin Beiyang to drink it again. The alcohol content of forty degrees made his head hot, and he sat in the ruins of the ancient Vikings' temple, with his back against the three-foot Tang sword, as if he had become a Viking warrior galloping across the pirate ship.