nine coffins

Chapter 1 Liuzhen Wang Family
There is an ancient town in the east of Beiguo, named Liuzhen.Little Liu Town, with a household of less than a hundred and a population of less than a thousand, is well-known in the North Country because the people of Liu Town have been making coffins for generations.

The coffin of Liuzhen is unique in the northern kingdom.Most of the people in Liuzhen have the surname Liu, but the Wang family is an anomaly.If the coffins produced in Liuzhen are unique in the Northern Kingdom, then the coffins of the Wang family are the best.

In Liuzhen, no one can figure out when the Wang family settled in Liuzhen.I only know the skill of Wang Jue, the old man of the Wang family, in making coffins, which is unpredictable.

It is said that everyone did not know the strangeness of Wang's coffin at first.It was a time when tomb robbers robbed a ten-year-old tomb, but when they opened the coffin, they saw the tomb owner's face as lifelike, and they retreated in shock.

The body of the person who used the coffin of the Wang family has not rotted for ten years, and his appearance has not changed.As soon as the news spread, the Wang family's coffin was well-known in the North, and it was called the fairy coffin.

But the Wang family has a very strange rule, that is, the Wang family only makes nine coffins a year, and most of them don't make any.

Rare things are valuable, and with the name of the fairy coffin, the coffin of the Wang family is hard to find.However, the rule of nine coffins a year has not changed in decades.

I heard that someone once forced Wang Jue to make the tenth coffin, but I don't know why that night, when the sky was majestic and the wind and thunder rolled, the whole family of the person who forced Wang Jue was chopped into coke by the sky thunder.

"If you force ten coffins, you will be punished by heaven!"

From then on, no one dared to force Wang Jue to make the tenth coffin.Moreover, the coffin of the Wang family has been deified again. Some people say that the coffin of the Wang family can be used by future generations, and some people say that the coffin of the Wang family can prevent disasters for a hundred years.

Therefore, asking for a fairy coffin from the Wang family is even more powerful.And the coffins of the royal family may not be sold to high-ranking officials, and sometimes they are even given to poor people who cannot afford to be buried.

Wang Jue has a gentle personality, and his coffin-making skills are almost miraculous, so he is highly respected by the townspeople.

He has no children under his knees, except for a young girl named Yuer, who is only 13 years old.

In addition, there is another apprentice, Amu, Chang Yuer, who is two years old, a child that Wang Jue picked up in the snow in the mountains 12 years ago.

It is also a strange thing in Liuzhen that there are only three people in the famous Liuzhen Wang family.

Wang Absolutely regards his daughter as a treasure, but he is strict with Amu. Although he has passed on the skill of making coffins to Amu, he often beats Amu.

No one in Liuzhen understood why the always kind Wang Jue treated Amu like this.This has also become a topic of frequent discussion among the people of Liu Town after dinner.

The magical coffin, the mysterious royal family.The Wang family is in the easternmost part of Liu Town, a relatively remote area.Blue bricks and gray tiles, double courtyard, is the Wang family.

At this time, just after noon, all kinds of coffin-making tools and various kinds of wood were scattered in the front yard of Wang's house, and the fragrance of wood was scattered everywhere.

Amu, who was wearing common clothes, was sitting on a stone bench, concentrating on planing a pine board, and the planed wood flowers fell down one after another.

Although only 15 years old, Amu has a handsome appearance with sharp edges and corners, and his body looks tall and strong.

After wiping off his sweat and shaking the sawdust on his body, he finally finished planing the pine board.After taking a closer look, Amu was quite satisfied.This kind of work of planing wood is almost a compulsory course for Amu every day.

This year's coffin is already full of nine people!However, Amu's carpentry has nothing to do with the number of coffins, and what should be done is still done as usual.

"It's been another year, oh, it's been 12 years!" Amu sighed secretly.

In the previous life, people killed people, and in this life they make coffins.Amu often wonders if this is fate.

Amu was a killer in his previous life. He failed the last mission and was reborn in this world through time travel, and lost the memory of the first three years in this world inexplicably.

Because when Amu woke up for the first time, he felt that he was a baby, in a state of chaos, and someone was arguing in his ears, but he couldn't hear what it was, there seemed to be the sound of fighting, there seemed to be colorful neon lights, and bird.

However, everything was hazy, and it felt like a nightmare.And when Amu woke up again, he was a three-year-old child, lying alone on the vast snow field, but he had no memory of the past three years.

Wang Jue picked him up in the snow, and Amu became an apprentice in the coffin shop for twelve years.

"It's been 12 years!" Amu smiled wryly, and then looked at the coffin board in his hand, but unfortunately the coffin he made was not enough for the person he killed.

"Brother, drink some water!" A fresh and sweet voice interrupted Amu's thoughts, a girl in a red dress and a red skirt was standing behind Amu, holding a celadon teapot.

It is said that Wang Jue is an old woman, but the people of Liu Town have never seen Yu'er's mother.

Yu'er was born a beautiful woman. Although she was only 13 years old, she was already extremely beautiful, her face was extremely beautiful, her skin was as snowy as snow, especially her pair of eyes were as clear as water, yet bottomless and bottomless.

Amu took the kettle, pointed directly at the spout, and drank a few gulps.

"Where's Master?" Amu wiped his mouth with his cuff.

"Backyard!" Yu'er pouted and glanced at the direction of the backyard, then whispered, "Brother, I see Dad is holding that black cane again, and his face is gloomy."

"Uh!" Amu smiled wryly, he knew what Yu'er meant. In the past 12 years, as long as he is like his master, Amu will inevitably be slapped a few times.

"Brother, I also always advise father not to beat you, but he doesn't listen at all!" Yu'er was a little angrily.

In Yu'er's heart, Amu is her real brother, Yu'er has never seen her mother, and apart from Wang Jue since childhood, Amu is her only relative.

Sometimes seeing her father beating and scolding Amu, Yu'er would secretly cry.Although Wang Jue regarded him as a treasure, there was only one thing that Wang Jue never followed, and that was not to beat Amu.

"It's okay!" Amu stood up, patted Yu'er's head and smiled, "You don't understand about men! After being beaten, you are strong!"

Yu'er pouted, she really didn't understand why her father always beat her brother, but her brother never complained.

"Amu, come to the backyard!" At this moment, Wang Jue's old voice came.

"Brother!" Yu'er subconsciously pulled the corner of Amu's clothes.

"It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a disaster that can't be avoided!" Smiled at Yu'er, and Amu grabbed the board that had been planed just now, and went to the backyard.He knew that the master was going to check how his work was doing, and he probably was going to be beaten again.

In the backyard of the Wang family, there were actually nine coffins of different shapes and sizes, parked in a circular shape.

However, these coffins are not finished products, either missing the coffin lid, or the coffin panels are incomplete, and some are not painted or engraved.

In the middle of the nine coffins, a hunchbacked old man in black, with gray hair, turned his back to Amu, holding a three-foot-long black and shiny rattan in his hand full of old spots.

He is Wang Jue.

Seeing Wang Jueyou looking at the cane, Amu couldn't help grinning. In the past 12 years, this is the most impressive thing in Amu's memory, even more profound than those coffins.

"Master!" Amu stood behind Wang Jue, respectful.

"En!" Wang Jue responded and turned around.No one in Liu Town knew Wang Jue's age, and neither did Amu.

Wang Jue's temples were gray, his face was old, and his eyes seemed to be a little dark and cloudy.

Wang Jue is just an ordinary old man.

"How is your work today?" Wang Jue coughed.

"Planed this board!" Amu said as he handed over the pine board in his hand.

Wang Jue didn't pick up the board, just glanced at it, and said indifferently: "Pine wood, although it is not a high-grade coffin, but your board is not bad, and it is rare to have a trace of spirituality."

Hearing Wang Jue's praise, Amu didn't show any joy, but frowned. He knew that Master would have something to say.

Sure enough, Wang Jue changed the subject and said, "However, the aura of this piece of pine wood is originally at the root, but you discarded it, what a pity!"

After hearing Wang Jue's words, Amu could only smile wryly in his heart.

Since Amu started to learn to make coffins at the age of six, no matter what material or part he chose, Wang Jue could see through it at a glance, never made a mistake, and could always point out Amu's problems at once.

The pine board in Amu's hand was indeed made of pine wood whose roots were discarded. He thought he had finally found a pine wood with a hint of aura, but he didn't expect to lose most of its spirituality.

"Amu knows his mistake and is willing to be punished!" Amu bowed his head.When he came, he was ready to be beaten, and Amu didn't say much.

"It's time to fight!" Wang Jue glanced at Amu with cloudy eyes, and without saying a word, raised the black rattan in his hand with one hand.

The black vines reflected the sunlight, shining black.

In the past 12 years, almost every time I want to play, it is a simple dialogue, and then there is a crackling sound.The master and apprentice seemed to maintain an inexplicable tacit understanding, Wang Jue played neatly, and Amu was always silent.

With a sound of "pa--", the black rattan has fallen heavily on Amu's back.

But Amu's expression remained the same, the cane didn't seem to hit him.

"Papa" two more times, Amu's expression remained the same, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly raised.

Wang Jue snorted coldly and tightened his hands.

The cane danced like the wind, and the sound of "pop" was endless, dozens of times in a blink of an eye.

Unable to tell, the old-fashioned Wang Jue danced the rattan in his hand effortlessly, seeing that Amu's clothes were torn apart like butterflies flying around.

Amu's body is like a horned dragon, and his bronze-colored skin reflects the sun, giving off a faint luster.

Seventy strokes of the cane did not leave the slightest scar on Amu's body.

Wang Jue hit again, the black rattan was like a dragon, and it was like a black mist rolled up, the crackling sound became tighter.

After a hundred strokes, Amu's body was left with bloodstains, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but Amu gritted his teeth and said nothing.

After an unknown number of times, Wang Juecai looked at Amu, saw that his face was slightly pale, dripping with cold sweat, and his body was also slightly pale, so he stopped suddenly, and said lightly, "I have made some progress!"

Amu smiled wryly: "130, nineteen times more than last time."

Wang Jue saw that Amu's expression was a little smug, and he couldn't help but snorted coldly: "If you think 130 or eight blows are too few, I can continue to hit!"

When Amu heard this, he quickly shook his head and said, "Forget it, Master, hit me next time you make a mistake!"

As he spoke, Amu hurriedly slipped out of the backyard, and Wang Jue's cold snort came from his ear.

"Brother, are you alright?" Yu'er, who had been waiting in the front yard, bit her lip tightly when she saw the bloodstains on Amu's back.

When Wang Jue beat A Mu, he never let Yu'er be present, but Yu'er could hear the crackling sound clearly.

"It's okay, I'm used to it!" Seeing Yu'er's eye circles were red, Amu quickly comforted her.

"Brother, I'd better rub some potion on you!" Yu'er held back her mouth and said.

"No, it will be fine in three to five days!" Amu grinned, his back was burning hot, but he knew that he must not take medicine, otherwise the beating would be in vain.

Seeing that Amu refused, Yu'er pouted, Amu knew that Yu'er must have such an expression, so he didn't care.After comforting Yu'er a few more words, Amu went back to his room, his back still aching.

However, Amu was actually happy in his heart. As a killer, Amu had experienced devilish training, but that was the first time Wang Jue's cane was pulled out.With just one click, Amu fell into a coma for three days.From then on, Amu knew that his master was by no means an ordinary person.

In the past 12 years, Amu has been grateful to his master for saving his life in the snow. Otherwise, even if a three-year-old child has the ability to kill, his three-year-old body will never be able to get out of the boundless snowfield.

In the past 12 years, Amu knew that Master used this special method to temper his muscles and bones. Although Wang Jue didn't say anything and just found some insignificant reasons to beat himself, Amu deeply understood Master's good intentions.

Although he didn't fully understand the purpose of everything Master did, Amu's intuition told him that Master must have his own reasons.

Wang Jue and Amu maintain a tacit understanding between men.

After changing clothes, Amu felt that his back was no longer so hot.According to the past situation, if you don't apply the potion, the blood stains will disappear after seven days, and then Amu will feel his muscles and bones are stronger. If you use the potion, it will take a long time to heal, and there is no feeling of strengthening the muscles and bones.

As soon as Amu finished tidying up his clothes, there was a rush of hoofbeats outside the door, probably dozens of riders.Then there was the sound of people neighing, and it seemed to stop at the gate of Wang's house.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" There was a rapid knock on the door.

(End of this chapter)