The next day, people held the funeral of the old village chief in the cemetery next to the village.

There was no bell-rapping prayer from Orthodox priests, nor did there be holy images or crosses. Everyone buryed the old village chief underground in accordance with the new atheist ritual. Qin Beiyang personally made a tombstone, engraved the Russian name and birth and death date, and even put a red star representing the Soviets.

That night, the whole village went to bed early. Qin Beiyang felt sick and was lying on the bed with headache and fever. I wonder if it was because it was cold last night on a snowy night, or if the cancer cells in his lungs recurred? Jiuse was waiting at the foot of his master's bed, never leaving.

The old craftsman Alexander brought a pot of steaming borscht, just like an old father treating his son. Qin Beiyang drank the soup in big mouthfuls, and sweated hotly on his vest. He thought of his father who died in Paris, and he was silent. The old craftsman carried a crossbow on his shoulder, and there was a strange symbol on the steel crossbow. Qin Beiyang then saw it carefully - there was an eye hidden in the pyramid.

"One-eyed pyramid?"

The old craftsman subconsciously reached out to block the mark on the crossbow.

Qin Beiyang widened his eyes and got up and said, "Dad Alexander, are you a member of the Artisans Alliance?"

Alexander was silent for a long time, generously picked up the crossbow, looked at the nine colors of the tomb-town beast, and answered the question that he was irrelevant: "Georgi, your big dog is the legendary Chinese tomb-town beast, right?"

"You know the tomb-suppressing beast, too?"

"Well, everyone in the Artisan Alliance knows that this is the first generation of the Great Venerable of the Artisan Alliance. Master Qin from China failed to pass on his craft in Europe. Only in China can we find a real tomb-controlling beast. Only the craft of the tomb-controlling beast is the pinnacle of all craftsmen's craftsmanship in the world."

"You mean - only the greatest craftsmen can create the Chinese tomb-controlling beast?"

"The first generation of great priests were the greatest craftsmen in the Middle Ages." Alexander stared at Qin Beiyang's eyes, "And who is the greatest craftsman today?"

He has admitted that he is a member of the Artisan Alliance. Sure enough, the masters are among the people, and the real masters of craftsmen are not in the deep mountains and forests, but are hiding among the peddlers and pawns.

"Georgi, how did you know about the Artisans Alliance?"

“I am a member of the Alliance of Craftsmen.”

Although the initial member does not have tokens such as crossbows or one-eyed pyramids, the young Qilin tomb-controlling beast in front of him can prove that he is the descendant of the Qin Tombsman clan and a clan member of Qin Jin, the first generation of the craftsman alliance.

"You made this tomb-suppressing beast?"

The old craftsman still looked at the nine-colored glass-colored eyes, and Qin Beiyang shook his head: "No, it was built by my ancestors and has a history of 1,200 years. The tomb-controlling beast I participated in is still in the tomb of the second-last emperor in China."

Alexander touched Qin Beiyang's hair: "This is the first time I have met a member of the Craftsman Alliance in fifteen years."

"How did you come here?"

"It's a long story! My surname is Andreyev, and it is the oldest family of hunting craftsmen in Russia. It specializes in the manufacture of animal traps, lassoes, traps and even hunting machinery... My ancestors once built a mobile hunting machinery city for Peter the Great, which can hunt dozens of bears, hundreds of wolves, countless deer and foxes in one day."

"Have you attended the World Congress of the Craftsmen?"

"Thirty years ago, in Barcelona, ​​Spain, the Great Temple of the Mediterranean of the Union of Craftsmen, I was only thirty-three years old and became a member of the Union of Craftsmen. At that time, the Union of Craftsmen launched a secret project - to imitate the tomb-stopper."

"Imitation of tomb-suppressing beast?"

"Well, this is a craft that the first generation of great venerables could not pass on, the most complex craftsman machinery in the world. If the tomb-suppressing beasts can be created, it will be the achievement of the craftsman alliance to reach the pinnacle, and it is also the wish that great venerables in all generations have not realized."

"I am bluntly speaking, the tomb-suppressing beast can only be built by our Qin family."

"But there is no family in Europe, and someone sent the remains of the tomb-suppressing beast. It is said that in 1860, when the British and French forces conquered Beijing and burned the Old Summer Palace, they robbed an ancient tomb in China and dug out a living tomb-suppressing beast. At least fifty soldiers were killed by this tomb-suppressing beast. The British and French forces sent artillery to destroy the killing machine."

"So, the remains of this tomb-suppressing beast were secretly transported to Europe? Just like the cultural relics robbed in the Old Summer Palace!"

"In 1890, the Artisans Alliance bought the wreckage, gathering the best craftsmen in Europe at that time, and working together to study how to imitate the tomb-stopping beast."

"What kind of wreckage is it? Who is the owner of the tomb?"

"The tomb-suppressing beast that is half human and half beast is said to be a Chinese overlord a thousand years ago."

Qin Beiyang thought in his mind that a thousand years ago, it was almost the late Tang Dynasty or the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.

"Please keep talking."

"The tomb-suppressing beast is an unprecedented challenge for the Craftsmen Alliance. The great craftsmen have never been able to successfully imitate it. They have failed to make several semi-finished products, and even serious accidents have occurred, sacrificing the lives of many people."

"Because I lack the soul of the tomb owner! I also lack the heart of the tomb-suppressing beast."

"A Russian prince died at this time. He was also a fan of history and technology, secretly sponsoring the cause of the Alliance of Craftsmen. He left a will that he did not have to be buried according to Orthodox rituals, but wanted to build a Chinese-style underground palace and create a tomb-suppressing beast for himself and for the Alliance of Craftsmen. So, the Alliance of Craftsmen built a tomb-suppressing beast deep in the forest near St. Petersburg, and at the same time built a tomb-suppressing beast. I also participated because the beast-catching tools I was good at were the original weapon of the Chinese tomb-suppressing beast."

Qin Beiyang felt dizzy: "You can't succeed."

"We also discovered the importance of that stone - it will shorten the lifespan of living people, and on the coast of the Arctic Ocean in Russia, this stone is produced." Alexander began to feel sad. "I have a pair of children. My daughter is Katerina, and she married a baron. My son is Valoja, and I learned craftsmanship from me since I was a child. I took Valoja with me and helped me make the tomb-suppressing beast. It was 1910, ten years ago, and I saw that the tomb-suppressing beast had been completed, and even the deadly stone was installed."

"In the same year, my father took me to build a tomb-controlling beast in the underground palace of the imperial tombs in China."

"Someone raided the tomb construction site." Alexander said, grabbing the crossbow, "Assassin's Union."

"Why are they here?"

The old craftsman's eyes turned red: "Since you are a member of the craftsman alliance, you should naturally know that for more than six hundred years, our mortal enemy is the Assassin Alliance!"

"I know."

But Qin Beiyang must not reveal that he had become the leader of the Assassin Alliance by mistake and the heir of the Assassin King Dagger half a year ago. Otherwise, Alexander's crossbow would immediately shoot an arrow and penetrate his heart.

"Once the Alliance of Craftsmen successfully imitated the tomb-suppressing beast, it will be a catastrophe of the Assassins. I heard that the Alliance of Assassins has been collecting the tomb-suppressing beasts. They have developed a mysterious skill that can open many ancient tombs and subdue the terrifying tomb-suppressing beasts. In order to stop the Alliance of Craftsmen's Tomb-suppressing beasts, the Alliance of Assassins sent several top assassins. I saw their faces with my own eyes - there were three Europeans, one black, one Arab, and two Chinese."

"Chinese?"

"One and one young, it seems to be a father and son, the young one, with a centipede-like scar on his right face."

"Assassin Ah Hai."

Qin Beiyang jumped up angrily, and his nine-colored eyes emitted a fierce light.

"Do you know him?"

"Oh... eleven years ago, these two assassins killed my adoptive parents. Alexander continued..."

"Seven assassins attacked the tomb and killed twelve masters of craftsmen on the spot. And my only son, Valoja, was cut off his throat with a dagger by a Chinese assassin with a scar on his face! At this time, I was seriously injured and fell into a coma."

The old craftsman was crying like rain, and Qin Beiyang didn't know how to comfort him - the pain of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man.

"I miraculously survived, but the semi-finished product of the tomb-suppressing beast disappeared, and all efforts were wasted along with the original sample debris..." Alexander wiped away his tears and grabbed the crossbow, "My son is dead, I am very desperate. The Andreyev family's beast-catching tools and craftsmanship is destined to be lost. And my daughter who married a noble cannot inherit the craftsmanship."

"All crafts will perish sooner or later!"

Qin Beiyang didn’t know whether this sentence he said was to comfort the old craftsmen or a famous saying?

"Craftsmen will die, but their works will last forever!" Alexander said the motto of the Alliance of Craftsmen, "Since then, I was disheartened, left my daughter and son-in-law, stayed away from the Alliance of Craftsmen, stayed away from St. Petersburg and Moscow, regarded myself as the exile of the Tsar, and came to the desolate and cold Ural Mountains alone, wanting to forget the past, ten years have passed..."

"Alexander, I shouldn't let you recall these things, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I will never forget it." The old craftsman looked at Jiuhui's eyes and murmured, "My son was killed by the Assassin Alliance in order to create the tomb-suppressing beast. Ten years later, the real Chinese tomb-suppressing beast came to my eyes automatically! Georgi, since you are a member of the craftsman Alliance, I will treat you as my son. This crossbow is my gift to you."

Qin Beiyang, lying on the bed, took the crossbow inlaid with the one-eyed pyramid logo of the Alliance of Craftsmen.

Qin Beiyang shouted: "Dad, I will avenge your Valojia and kill the Scarface Assassin with my own hands, I swear!"

Alexander said nothing, lowered his head and walked out of the cabin, and the sound of howling wind and snow sounded outside the door.
Chapter completed!