Seeing the coffin is a blessing, and everything is safe.

This sentence is really not what Xu Tong said randomly. Xu Tianjun is quite talented, but he is unlucky.

Three years ago, during the Enke University Examination, a fire broke out in the examination room. Although the fire was put out quickly, more than ten examination papers were accidentally burned.

He is one of them.

With no choice but to do so, Xu Tianjun ran to the brothel and wrote beautiful words for others.

The so-called colorful lyrics are the stepping stone for brothels.

The brothels of this era are not places where you can go in with your pants up and take off your pants to go to bed if you have money.

If you don't even know how to write poems or songs, you won't be allowed in.

But if you are a poet with amazing talent, you can still be regarded as a guest of honor even if you don't have a lot of money in your pocket.

Even the ranking of the girls in the brothel often depends on whether a certain great poet is willing to write poems for her.

The higher the reputation of the poem, the greater the girl's fame and her worth.

So if you look at the thousands of poems in the Zhou Dynasty, most of them are about the romances of the ages.

However, a brothel is a brothel after all. No matter how high-end the place is, its purpose is to make money.

In order to ensure that their own taste is not compromised, and to ensure that they can have enough customers to make a profit, a group of people specialize in squatting under brothels and writing erotic words.

Those tycoons who have a lot of money but no talent can just buy fancy words.

However, this kind of rich man can only find entertainment with those girls who are not popular, listen to music and brag.

I want to get in touch with those top girls, but I can't.

Xu Tianjun became somewhat famous by writing flower lyrics, and the price also increased. As he had money, he continued to participate in Enke.

But during the Enke exam last year, the examiner was obviously a frequent visitor to the brothel. He felt that his reputation for writing erotic poems for the brothel was ruined, so he dismissed him.

Unfortunately, the examiner is Mr. Zhang.

This is also the reason why Xu Tianjun did not write any flowery words for Mr. Zhang.

During the period of mourning, Mr. Zhang actually went out to have fun, so he naturally had to dress up in disguise.

As a result, Xu Tianjun not only failed to write any fancy words, but also revealed Mr. Zhang's identity in public, which led to his death.

Xu Tong saved his life today, but he also helped him avoid disaster. He turned danger into good fortune. If you survive a disaster, you will be blessed later.

After this incident, Xu Tianjun's luck began to improve.

Xu Tong took a look at this guy's fortune. Although his luck had improved, from a luck perspective, the past two years were still a bit bumpy.

I don’t know what the fate of this person will be next. If he can survive it, he may be able to reach the top.

But these are not things that I care about. I was originally going to catch the dog tonight, but the dog was not caught. Instead, I got the information about the gloomy wooden coffin.

To repair the money molds by yourself, you need to use dark wood coffin boards as materials, but dark wood is a very rare thing. Many emperors and generals in ancient and modern times have found it hard to find it all over the world.

What's more, what is needed is locust wood.

Xu Tong didn't know whether the coffin in Mr. Zhang's family was made of locust wood, but since he had already come here, he just wanted to take a look.

So after asking about the residence of Mr. Zhang, Xu Tong said goodbye to Xu Tianjun, turned around and went straight to Mr. Zhang's house.

Just as Xu Tianjun said, Mr. Zhang still has a white silk hanging in front of his door, and there is a funeral at home.

Xu Tong glanced around, and after making sure there was no one around, he jumped onto the courtyard wall.

"Da da da da..."

A group of nurses carrying sticks walked past Xu Tong's eyes, but no one noticed Xu Tong's figure.

The strength of these nursing home servants was not as good as those of his own followers, so it was naturally impossible for them to find traces of Xu Tong.

Just as Xu Tong settled down, he felt the meridians under his skin beating, and an indescribable feeling enveloped him.

However, this feeling went away as quickly as it came. He trembled and shivered, and the uncomfortable feeling disappeared.

"strangeness!"

Xu Tong secretly screamed strangely. He glanced around, but found nothing unusual. When he saw the lit mourning hall in front of him, he tiptoed towards the mourning hall.

In the old days, people were very particular about mourning. When a person died, he would stay at home for seven days.

It is said that after death, a person can be reincarnated after seven or forty-nine days. These forty-nine days are divided into seven "seven days".

The seven days of morgue are called the "First Seven" and the last day of the first seven is also called "The Night of Resurrection".

On this day, the dead will return to the earth to see for the last time. This day is very critical. Family members in the earth not only have to eat and drink on this day.

They must also behave in a harmonious manner and not quarrel. In this way, the deceased will feel that their family members in the mortal world are well fed and happy, and they can leave with peace of mind.

Of course, there is also a theory that people are afraid that people are not really dead, but are falling into some kind of state of suspended animation.

If it were buried hastily and waited for someone to wake up, it would be a serious crime.

At this moment, Xu Tong walked to the mourning hall and took a look, and immediately saw the coffin placed in the middle of the mourning hall.

The coffin was painted black, with a golden inscription written on the front. It was impossible to tell what material it was made of.

Seeing that there was no one guarding the mourning hall, Xu Tong walked to the coffin and pushed down the coffin lid.

"Buzz!"

A dull friction sound was heard from the coffin lid. Despite Xu Tong's strength, it was extremely difficult to push it.

"Good weight!"

Xu Tong caressed the edge of the coffin with his fingers, stretched out his green nails from his fingertips, and clicked lightly on it.

I heard a "click-click" sound on the coffin. My nails could even cut through metal, but they could only leave a shallow scratch on the coffin. In the end, only a tiny bit of paint chips came off.

come out.

It is indeed a coffin that even the emperor wants to find. This Lord Zhang is also extremely courageous. If the news of this matter leaks out, even the lives of their whole family will not be enough to fill it.

Just when Xu Tong was about to take out the Pure Yang Sword, chop off a piece of the coffin and take it away, his ears suddenly moved and he heard footsteps coming from outside.

People are coming, and there are quite a lot of them.

When Xu Tong saw this, he wanted to throw the coffin into the prop book and leave.

As a result, when my hand touched the coffin, I got a reminder from the prop book.

"This item is a special item and cannot be included in the prop book!"

Xu Tong frowned and glanced at the coffin, only to see an old woman lying quietly inside the coffin. Although she was no longer breathing, the old woman's body still had a rosy complexion and was almost the same as a living person.

He looked at it carefully for a moment, and after writing down the old lady's features, he reached out and pulled the body up from the coffin.

"You should make some room first."

After saying that, he threw it into the prop book and jumped into the coffin. Of course, he did not forget to close the coffin lid and leave a gap.

After a while, before he got close, he heard crying and cursing inside, and Xu Tong looked out through the cracks in the coffin.

I saw a woman in her early forties walking in. She was wearing sackcloth and mourning, and she was crying very sadly.

"Madam, don't be angry. If you get angry, you'll be in trouble." The maid who was following the woman quickly comforted her.

A woman covered her chest with an embarrassed expression and cursed: "At this time, he still dares to go to Tanhualou. Isn't he really afraid that someone in the court will take part in his book?"

The maid on the side saw this and hurriedly brought the tea: "Madam, didn't the master say that the old monk thinks he is in trouble today and cannot be at home."

It was better that the maid didn't say this. After she said it, the woman's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. She suddenly raised her head, looked at the maid for a moment, then raised her hand and slapped the maid on the face.

"Snapped!!"

This slap made the maid's eyes dizzy and her ears ringing. She fell to the ground and half of her face was swollen.

"Bah, you despicable thing, you really think I don't know. I just fell asleep last night and I heard your two flirting voices. You really felt like you were flying on a branch and turning into a phoenix."

The maid raised her head with difficulty, with blood beads still hanging from the corners of her mouth, and looked at the woman in front of her with a face that was gradually becoming more ferocious, as if she were meeting her for the first time.

"Madam, I...I don't..."

The maid cried and defended herself.

But the woman not only didn't listen, the anger in her eyes became deeper and deeper, she picked up the teacup at hand and smashed it on the maid's head, with a "bang" sound, causing her head to bleed.

"You still dare to quibble. The old guy is not at home today, so I will shave your face. I think you, a little bitch, still dare to mess around!"

"No, ma'am, I don't...I don't..."

Seeing that the usually gentle and virtuous wife rushed towards him as if she was mad, the maid got up and ran away.

"Stinky girl, how dare you run away!"

Unfortunately, when the maid got up from the ground, the woman pulled her hair, and for a moment she was pressed on the head and beaten.

Xu Tong hid in the coffin and watched. At first, he didn't feel anything was wrong. It was just a scene of his first wife beating the mistress.

But as he looked at it, Xu Tong felt that something was not quite right.

Looking sideways, he saw that, sure enough, several servants in the mourning hall were watching the farce in front of them. Instead of trying to stop it, they stood there one after another, covering their mouths and snickering, with a kind of twisted pleasure in their eyes.
To be continued...