Russia, Ural Mountains, late at night.

The village chief ordered the evil coffin to be opened.

The old craftsman Alexander shook his head slightly, and Qin Beiyang said with understanding: "Don't open it!" Please destroy the coffin on the spot and burn it with firewood. ”

"Who is the village chief? Comrade Georgy Qin, although you are the hero of the wolf slaughter tonight, don't forget, I am responsible for supervising your labor reform, please abide by the organizational discipline! ”

Several villagers pointed their guns at Qin Beiyang, and the village chief held tools with his own hands and pried open the lead coffin with all his might.

In the dark night, the coffin made a loud "boom", emitting thick black smoke, choking everyone from opening their eyes. Qin Beiyang felt a burst of evil aura and pushed him to the ground, Jiu Se also retreated again and again, and the hounds squeaked and fled.

Suddenly, a black shadow bounced up from the coffin, and it turned out to be the skeleton of a dead man, strangling the old village chief's neck. The skeleton was as tall as a giant, and it lifted the old village chief alive and lifted his feet into the air, no matter how much he struggled, it was useless.

The Chinese commonly call "corpse change".

The skull was close to the old village chief, and he forcibly kissed him mouth to mouth, if it was a big girl, this village chief was in his fifties and full of beard, and no one on either side could kiss him.

The men were frightened, some people simply hugged their heads and ran away, only Qin Beiyang raised the Tang knife, shouted, flew high and jumped high, and cut off the arm bones of the dead man.

Finally, the old village chief fell to the ground.

The Old Craftsman's crossbow shot a steel arrow that struck the skull's eyebrows, causing it to crack a crack with the force of the impact.

Before the skeleton counterattacked, Qin Beiyang slashed out a second knife, and with An Lushan's Qianjun power, he split the skull in half.

The knife was not easy, and it felt like the tiger's mouth was about to crack, as if it was not a rotten skeleton, but some kind of extremely hard metal.

The evil corpses fell. Looking at the old village chief in the snow, the dead man's finger bones still grabbed his neck and went deep into his throat. The stubborn village chief has lost his breath and heartbeat, and he is dead on Christmas Eve. He paid with his life for his authority, or rather, he was confused by the bones in the coffin and made a mistake.

The old craftsman kept everyone calm, and cautiously approached the lead coffin to see the evil skeleton. There seems to be a monk's robe. He boldly reached in and pulled out a string of Orthodox ascetic rosaries, a small picture frame—a tall priest with a bushy beard, who looked different from ordinary people, and had deep eye sockets that were rare in Russians, and the mere look at the photo oozes a thick evil aura.

"Rasputin!"

A villager who had studied called out a name in a panic, Qin Beiyang twisted his thick eyebrows: "Rasputin, the demon monk who disturbed the court of the last tsar? ”

"Didn't Rasputin die in St. Petersburg?" The villagers were completely dizzy, "How did you come to our poor country?" ”

"I know why!"

Qin Beiyang remembered what his father said - a whole year ago, on the orders of Admiral Kolchak, the old Qin built the mausoleum of the last Tsar Nicholas II in a secret place in the Ural Mountains. Soon after, the White Russians sent him Rasputin's bones and ordered him to build a mausoleum and a tomb beast for this evil demon monk. As a result, Lao Qin and Baron Wolf refused to obey.

If this is the skeleton of Rasputin, then this small hill in front of you is......

His heart beat suddenly, and he remembered the results of his daytime observations—this is a treasure of feng shui where dragon veins converge, especially a few particularly thick old pine trees on the hills.

The secret mausoleum of the last Tsar Nicholas II, the last work of the Chinese imperial craftsman Qin Customs, and the first European mausoleum built according to the specifications of a Chinese emperor.

Heavy snow covered the entire mountain, and it was impossible to see where the tomb crossing was. There aren't any ground buildings either? Unless Rasputin's coffin counts.

Qin Beiyang took a few steps back one after another, never daring to tell this secret. He was afraid that these villagers, out of conservatism and superstition, would kneel down collectively in front of the Tsar's mausoleum to pray on Christmas Eve in the Russian calendar? Or, on the contrary, out of loyalty to the Soviets, they smashed the tombs and bones of the last tsar, so that the feudal monarchy could never be turned over?

No matter what the outcome is, Qin Beiyang can't divulge this secret.

He turned to the old craftsman and asked: "Alexander, what are we going to do with Rasputin's bones?" ”

"It's burning!"

The old man was categorical, perhaps something similar had happened before. Qin Beiyang stood in front of the Tsar's tomb and ordered the demon monk Rasputin to be burned. Everyone took revenge for the old village chief, cut down a big tree on the spot, split it into firewood, piled it up on the bones and coffins, and set it on fire.

The flames were burning in the snow, and the lead skin of the coffin was melting. Qin Beiyang did not allow anyone to leave, and he had to watch the bones burn out. The flames spread to the wolf corpse next to it, and the mournful cries of the wolves sounded in the forest, seeping through every capillary pore and almost breaking the heart. The men looked at each other, worried that more wolves would attack from all directions, Qin Beiyang said not to worry, he would protect everyone.

Before the words could be spoken, a certain voice sounded in the burning coffin, with a strange rhythm. Qin Beiyang listened carefully, and it was matched with the wolf howls all over the mountains, like a magnificent symphony concert.

The hound wailed and fled, and when the crowd was frightened, the skeleton rose from the coffin.

The moonlight shone on the fire, and Rasputin was half burned, leaving only the last vertebrae, two or three ribs attached, an arm that was almost burnt dry, and half a charred skull.

Qin Beiyang saw Rasputin's gaze.

Strictly speaking, it's just the eye socket in half of the skull, as deep as a black hole, and it's still emitting flames, making people have nothing to hide. For a second or two, Qin Beiyang remembered Ah You's eyes.

The skeleton shook in pain, reaching out its broken finger to the villagers. Its two leg bones were still intact, and it struggled to crawl out of the coffin, dragging its flames to the snow. Poor Rasputin broke a leg and crawled on one arm bone, one vertebrae, half a pelvis, and one thigh bone. The skeleton screamed as it crawled, and the wolf howls around it were even more piercing, if it weren't for Qin Beiyang's continuous shooting at the sky, the men would have all run away.

Listening to Rasputin's last call sign, Qin Beiyang remembered Baron Wolf - a few years ago, the baron and several nobles killed this demon monk with their own hands. Overnight, they used potassium cyanide, bullets, daggers, dumbbells and other methods, but they failed to completely kill Rasputin, and finally he drowned in the frozen Neva River.

He believed that there was indeed some kind of immortal person in the world......

For example, Xu Fu of the Qin Dynasty who is buried in the ancient tomb of Yoshino, Japan.

The skeletons crawled strongly through the snow, and many villagers were already on their knees, drawing crosses and chanting Orthodox incantations to redefine Rasputin as a saint. It climbs directly in front of the hill and faces the mausoleum of the last Tsar, Nicholas II. In this secret mausoleum built by Qin Beiyang's father, not only the last monarch of Russia is buried, but also the last empress who is said to have had adultery with a demon monk, and Alexei, the little prince who was treated by him with evil arts.

The desolate valley on the line between Europe and Asia echoes Rasputin's screams in the flames, as if he were the protagonist of tonight's concert, and the wolves are only here to accompany the music.

The demon monk Rasputin has the elements of a beast in his body. There is nothing the villagers can do, and the only one who can solve the problem of the beast is the beast. He glanced at the old craftsman, and then nodded to the nine colors. The young Qilin Town Tomb Beast grew snow-white antlers, bronze scale armor, and continuously spit out glass fireballs.

The first fireball hit Rasputin, burning off his thigh bone; The second fireball pierces the vertebrae; The third fireball hit the skull, like a bullet to the head.

The green flames scorched the demons of Russia, and in just a few seconds, in the last tragic cry for help, the entire skeleton was burned into curling black smoke and rose to the kingdom of the moon.

On the melted snow, there is only a pile of ashes, and in the spring of the next year, even flies will not bother to visit, and will only melt in the humus of the forest. Rasputin's flesh will remain here forever, facing the Tsar's family, who once pampered him infinitely. If it weren't for what he did, I'm afraid the Tsar's entire family would not be buried here.

The howls of the wolves gradually ceased, the silence of the graves returned to the forest, and the animals were finally freed from the control of the evil spirits.

Qin Beiyang dragged the kneeling villagers up, covered Rasputin's ashes with snow, and smashed the remnants of the burnt lead coffin. Some people are reminded of the old custom of the local indigenous people, who pee on the coffins and ashes of the dead, so that they will never be able to live in hell.

Georgi Qin did as the locals did, and he also contributed a soak of urine to the wreckage of the coffin, and he must not let Rasputin's ghost revived.

A Christmas Eve to remember.