When Afra was very young, she once saw a box at her grandfather's.

Very special box.

Very old wooden box.

It takes a special key and a special trick to open it.

The box was heavy, almost like it was forged from metal.

Afra thought about it seriously and hurriedly said, "Is that ancient book contained in such a large .........?"

She gestured with her hand, and the box was about a foot long and twenty centimeters wide.

"The box is black, heavy, heavy, and has some strange symbols on the outside."

Tang Yuanqing nodded again and again, and said, "Yes, it's that box." ”

"The symbol on the outside of the box is the Rune symbol, a very old Norse script."

When Afra heard that it was the box she knew, she couldn't help but be even more curious.

She pondered, "That box, I know, is our family's heirloom. Our family crest, as well as some very precious heritage items, will be placed in the box. ”

"When I was very young, my grandfather was still alive at the time, and he told me about the box."

"Probably ......."

"The box contains one of the world's greatest secrets, which can be traced back to the origin of mankind or something, which is very strange anyway."

Tang Yuanqing smiled heartily: "In this way, it's actually not bad. ”

"Hmm~~~"

Afra let out a confused voice.

Didn't Grandpa lie to himself at the time?

If the secret of the origin of mankind is hidden in the box, what does it have to do with him?

The more Afra thought about it, the more strange it felt.

She couldn't help but look at Yang Xu, her eyes full of curiosity and doubt.

However, at this moment, even Yang Xu himself was a little confused, where could he give Afra a satisfactory reply.

Without the two of them urging, Tang Yuanqing continued to explain: "I can't tell what the specific age of the ancient books in that box is. ”

"Because the ancient books are so badly damaged."

"But the most interesting thing is the content of the ancient books and the origin."

Speaking of this, Tang Yuanqing was silent, as if thinking about how to explain it.

But Afra didn't care that much.

Her curiosity was now completely aroused, and seeing that Tang Yuanqing suddenly lost her voice when she said the key place, she couldn't help urging: "Grandpa Tang continues, what is recorded in the ancient books?" ”

Tang Yuanqing glanced at Afra amusedly.

He pondered it and said slowly: "There is more than one ancient book. ”

"There is a volume of parchment, which records an ancient myth and legend in the ancient rune script."

"It should be the story of the god of thunder in Norse mythology."

Thor!

！

Afra froze for a moment, then gasped.

She thought of Yang Xu's killing of the pterodactyl not long ago.

Take control of the thunder!

This is no coincidence.

Thor?!

Afra secretly looked at Yang Xu, her eyes full of shock.

This man can't be Thor, right?

Absolutely impossible, right?

Tang Yuanqing explained while thinking.

"The other ancient book is a few fragments, and the materials are not clear, like some kind of animal skin, and like paper, which is very strange."

"It records an ancient myth and legend with a small seal in ancient China, and this legend is also related to the god of thunder."

"It's probably the story of Thor defeating the giants."

"That's where the fun part is."

"These two ancient books, one from the Qin and Han dynasties in China, or even more ancient. A rune era from the West, about 2,000 years ago, almost the same age as the Qin and Han dynasties in China. ”

"But the stories recorded in the two ancient books are almost identical!"

"Because the illustrations on it are almost identical."

"Ah~~~"

Although Afra's study of history is a layman, he also hears the seriousness of the problem.

The Qin and Han dynasties of China were 2,000 years ago.

The era of the Western Rune Rune is also two thousand years ago.

The ancients of the East and the West 2,000 years ago recorded the same story.

It's scary.

It's also food for thought.

In those days, the East and the West had not even begun to communicate, how could it be possible to record the same thing!

Afra wondered, "Illustration, it can't be ........"

She said, looking at Yang Xu.

The emotions in his eyes are extremely complicated.

Tang Yuanqing bowed slightly, looked at Yang Xu with a slightly strange expression, and said, "Both ancient books record the story of Thor's crusade against giants. ”

"Yang Jiu......."

Speaking of Yang Xu's name, Tang Yuanqing's expression was even more strange.

As a Chinese, you can understand how many slots the name Yang Jiu has.

Serious people who will name their children Yang Jiu!

I'm afraid this name is not fake.

A person who uses a fake name........

He shook his head secretly, not wanting to ask about it.

"Mr. Yang Jiu's demeanor and temperament are very similar to the Thor in the illustration."

"It's almost carved out of a mold."

Yang Xu smiled.

What a coincidence.

But Thor?

A flash of thunder flashed in the depths of his eyes.

With his strength, it was enough to be called a god in ancient times.

As for the records in ancient books, Yang Xu didn't take it seriously.

Afra's hole tightened, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly.

Thor!

Defeat the giants!

Fake, this demon really has the power to control the thunder.

But, however, he can't be the legendary Thor, right?

But if not, how could it be so coincidental that the ancient documents of the East and the West record the same story, and there are people who are very similar to him.

Could it be that he is really an old monster who has lived for thousands of years?

Afra quickly shook her head and dismissed the thought.

How is it possible for a man to live for thousands of years.

No, this guy isn't human.

Man cannot live for 2,000 years, but he is evil...... Ahem, this guy can't tell.

The more Afra thought about it, the more confused she became, and she didn't even know what she was thinking.

"Is it possible that one of them was forged by a descendant, or that both copies are fake."

Afra was silent for a while, weakly offering her opinion.

Tang Yuanqing couldn't cry or laugh, and glanced at Afra helplessly.

That's your family heirloom.

You have so little faith in your ancestors.

"No, because both of those ancient books have undergone a number of rigorous evaluations, and they are determined to be products of about 2,000 years ago."

Tang Yuanqing replied decisively.

If the two ancient texts were fake, wouldn't his years of research seem stupid?

Afra was speechless.

Really.

Ahhh

Oh my God, what the hell is this guy I met!

Afra is already crazy, crazy and screaming in her heart, and she is about to go crazy.

Yang Xu didn't care.

What ancient books, what challenges giants, has nothing to do with him.

At least he doesn't think it has anything to do with him.

Tang Yuanqing also didn't think it had anything to do with Yang Xu, but he felt that this matter was too coincidental.

It's so interesting.

Study ancient myths and legends, and meet people who are similar to ancient myths and legends.

In this world, I am afraid there is no more interesting thing than this.

This topic passed quickly, Tang Yuanqing drank hot fish soup, maybe because Afra came back, or because Yang Xu, an outsider, was there.

He babbled on and on about the makeshift camp, his words full of worries about the future.

"Hey, the camp has been getting more and more chaotic lately."

"Everyone's food is running out, and if the rescue team can't come in three or five days, I'm afraid something will happen."

"When a person is very hungry, he can do anything."

"It's good for you to come back, but maybe it's better not to come back. Now the camp, hey. ”

"You all have to be careful these days, don't move around."

"This place is very evil at night, and there are some, ominous things, remember not to provoke them, just don't see them."

Tang Yuanqing said as he spoke, thinking of the monster who had transformed into his wife, and sighed with a complicated expression.

But he didn't want to say anything more on the subject.

Yang Xu was thoughtful and roughly understood what Tang Yuanqing was talking about.

Mindset!

Late at night, the cave fell silent.

Pan Meili huddled together with Afra and Tang Yuqi.

Yang Xu and Tang Yuanqing lived in a cubicle.

The environment of the cave is not good.

Although it is sheltered from the wind and rain, it is a seaside after all, and the humidity is heavy.

When the flames in the cave were extinguished, a chill came from the ground, as if to freeze a person.

The night was dark.

The dark clouds are pressed black, like the inkstones of literati and ink writers, and the ink obscures the stars and the moon.

Along with the dark clouds came a strong wind.

It was very windy.

It's urgent.

The sound of hunting in the trees beside the beach seemed to herald the arrival of a storm.

In the deep darkness of the night, everyone fell asleep.

Or, tossing and turning.

Occasionally, sobs can be heard, coming from nowhere in the wind.

By the beach, in front of a simple tent.

A bronzed-skinned, middle-aged white man stood in front of the tent, looking at the nervous little boy in the tent with pity through the crack in the wooden door.

The boy looked like he was thirteen or fourteen years old, slightly thin.

He huddled in the corner of the tent, far away from the door, his eyes full of struggle.

The white man seemed to understand the child's fears, and his mouth was full of words.

"My poor Tommy."

"Are you okay?"

"Daddy is worried about you, you know, really worried about you, worried about you all the time."

"Good boy, let Daddy in, is it okay?"

As he spoke, he looked at the boy with sincere and loving eyes, like a loving father.

However, the boy struggled, just shook his head, and did not answer.

His father is missing.

Four days ago, I took a lifeboat to another place to find a more suitable place to live, and I have not been heard from since.

He didn't know if his father would be able to come back, but he knew that the man in front of him was definitely not his father.

Because my father would never be so soft-spoken!

He was always rough.

Likes to drink.

Likes to curse.

I like to stare intently at the coolly dressed young lady on the street.

Everyone else called him the rude Johannah.

If it were a father, he would have pushed the door open and walked into the room with a curse.

Sometimes I will scold the boss.

Sometimes they will scold the government.

Sometimes I curse the weather.

Sometimes, I will scold my mother.

Call her a slutty woman, a damn bitch.

In addition to these people, sometimes they will scold him.

A thing that doesn't fight.

Waste that will only waste money.

The bastard who disgraced him.

This gentle father, he only fantasized in his mind, but never believed that his father would become like this.

It's as if God didn't put anything gentle in him when He created Him.

The middle-aged white man seemed to see Tommy's fear and doubt, and continued to tempt: "My poor Tommy, you remember that on your fifth birthday, I gave you a Mickey Mouse doll, which is your favorite toy. ”

"And when you were nine years old, I took you to an amusement park, and you were clamoring to ride a roller coaster, and then you were scared to pee your pants?"

"Have you really forgotten this, forgotten our happy memories?"

"God, I can't believe that my only son, my only relative, has forgotten me."

Tommy's eyes changed.

These things are indeed known only to their father and son.

But can a father really become so gentle?

Tommy hesitated for a moment, wondering, "Why can't you come in by yourself?" ”

The middle-aged white man looked sentimental and said sadly, "You know, I can't be alive." ”

"I've had a terrible accident at sea."

"But I'm back, albeit only partially."

"But it doesn't matter, because for me, you are the most important thing, my favorite son."

"I need you to invite me in so we can be together forever."

"Forever, forever."

The middle-aged white man's eyes flashed with a scarlet light as he said this.

Tommy hesitated.

yes, there's no way my father is coming back.

He had an accident at sea.

It's too dangerous here, how can he come back?

Now it's just the ghost of my father out there.

My father used to say that ghosts can only enter the house if they are invited by their masters, otherwise they will violate God's will and will be punished by God.

As for why God created such strange rules, it doesn't matter.

The father turned into a ghost and returned.

Because of themselves.

And he's become very gentle now.

Just as I've always longed for.

Perhaps, it is not a bad thing to follow such a father away.

Tommy's psychological defenses were gradually torn apart, and his expression became more and more hesitant.

"Tomorrow, I still have something to say to my friends, you can come back tomorrow, okay?"

Tommy finally agreed, almost pleading.

Because he didn't know where else he could go.

Even if his father becomes a ghost, he is his only relative after all.

The only surviving loved ones.

The middle-aged white man smiled softly with a happy face, "My dear son, poor little Tommy. I'll pick you up tomorrow night, and we'll be together forever. ”

"I love you, my Tommy."

As he spoke, he slowly disappeared into the night, and was nowhere to be found.

Only Tommy's eyes glazed back into the darkness of the night, his expression numb.

He knew what it meant to leave with his father, who had become a ghost, but he was tired and afraid.

He hadn't really slept a night since his father left.

Every time, I woke up in the middle of the night.

Afraid.

Fear.

Disturbed.

But he didn't know what else he could do.

I really don't know.

"Maybe it's not a bad thing, at least my father still thinks about me and loves me."

Tommy comforted himself, bewildered in the lake, curled up and fell asleep.

Until the next morning.

The storm came as promised.

The storm carried the sound of ghosts crying and howling, as if it was about to destroy the world.

Heavy clouds lay overhead like heavy mountains, as if they could be pressed down at any moment and destroy the world.

Yang Xu walked out of the cave and saw such a scene.

He frowned slightly, he didn't like the weather.

A rainy day would make him think of some bad memories, which was annoying.

"Mr. Yang, it's early."

Early in the morning, Tang Yuqi came back from outside in the rain wearing plastic sheeting.

In her hand, she carried a large fish two feet long.

Some resemble hairtail fish, but are wider and have thicker meat.

Yang Xu glanced at the big fish in Tang Yuqi's hand and smiled, "Morning." ”

"Wow, cousin, where did you catch this fish?"

Afra also woke up.

She was disheveled, her coat hung on her arms, showing the true color of her old shoulders, rubbing her sleepy eyes with one hand, and yawning in exclamation.

With that, Afra came to her senses.

She stepped forward and looked up and down around Tang Yuqi.

It's weird.

My cousin's worst thing is sports.

With such a heavy rain, not to mention a sports waste like my cousin, even a seasoned hunter may not be able to catch such a big fish.

Tang Yuqi's expression was a little unnatural.

She weakly explained: "I didn't arrest it, it was my friend." ”

"He gave it to me."

"Oh~~~"

Afra snorted meaningfully.

That expression was like saying, cousin, you went too far, and you found a boyfriend after only a few days of leaving.

Tang Yuqi understood Afla's deep meaning.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and she weakly explained, "It's not what you think. ”

"Oops, I've got to cook, get out of the way."

Tang Yuqi seemed to understand, no matter how she explained it, Afra would not believe it.

She said a few words, changing the subject and sending Afra away.

After breakfast, the weather cleared.

The dark clouds dissipated, and the sun shone lazily to the ground.

The weather on the wild coast is always so unpredictable.

Instantaneous torrential rain pours, instantaneous sun shines, and there is not even a pattern to speak of.

"It's nice to finally be clear."

Afra had been in the cave for a night, and she couldn't help but want to go out and interact with it.

As soon as it was clear, she ran out and stood in the hot sun and spun in circles excitedly.

But her good mood didn't last long.

After the meal, the weather cleared.

Yang Xu stretched his waist, squinted at the lively beach, and was ready to get down to business.

Find out what the makeshift camp is like, and what the rescue team is like.

He found Tang Yuqi and asked directly, "Have you contacted the rescue team?" ”

Tang Yuqi didn't think much about it, shook his head and said, "No news." ”

"Satellite phones don't have a signal at all, and the only thing that can receive a signal now is the radio."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to feel that her answer was too hurtful, and comforted: "But Mr. Yang don't worry, since the radio can receive a signal, it means that the rescue work has been going on." I'm sure it won't be long before we get in touch with the rescue team. ”

Yang Xu was in a much better mood when he learned that they had only unilaterally received a signal from the rescue team.

He smiled perfunctorily and said, "I hope so." ”

Tang Yuqi smiled slightly and said secretly: "Mr. Yang is really open-minded. ”

Afra rolled her eyes secretly.

When others say this, she will definitely believe it.

But Yang Xu, hehehe.

The last person here who wants the rescue team to come over must be him.

And not long after the two chatted, someone came over and sent an invitation to Yang Xu, wanting to invite him over to talk.

The person who invited him was the interim leader of the white team.