Sun Ting continued: "This is not the most evil thing. The most evil thing is the back-to-back coffin tattoo my father gave me. The coffin goes down the neck, the tail of the coffin presses on the cervical joint, and the head of the coffin presses on the waist and eyes.

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"The base of the neck and waist and eyes are also taboos for tattoos. Tattoos can cover these two places, but they must not be pressed against these two joints."

"That's the place where ancient executioners beheaded their heads and cut them in the waist. Inexperienced executioners would adjust the clothes of the condemned prisoner before cutting them, press the two places with the edge of his clothes, and then swing the knife against his clothes while cutting."

"Unless the tattoo artist has a grudge against his employer, he will not place needles on these two places."

"Brother Li, aren't you talking about my master?"

I knew all the things Sun Ting said, so I took a deep breath when I saw the Tongbei coffin.

I handed Sun Ting another cigarette and said, "Please slow down for a moment. Now is not the time to get excited. Tell everything so that I can decide how to help you."

Sun Ting took a few puffs of cigarette before saying: "After my father tattooed my coffin, he would tattoo an iron chain on the coffin every two years. It looked like he was tying the coffin up."

"Wait a minute!" I interrupted Sun Ting: "You said there are chains on the coffin? Where are the chains! Why didn't I see it?"

"Is the chain gone?" Sun Ting stared and touched his back.

Zhao Yuezhu glanced at Sun Ting's back again: "There is indeed no chain on the coffin."

"Where's the chain?" Sun Ting was completely confused.

I waved my hand and said, "Let's not talk about the chain for now. You have already talked about the rest. Let's talk about other things later."

I have a vague guess in my mind that Sun Ting's bad luck should have started to appear after the chain on the coffin disappeared. If he had been plagued with bad luck since he was a child, he might have died long ago.

Sun Ting took a deep drag on his cigarette and continued talking about him. This time, I didn't interrupt.

Sun Ting said:

I never understood why my grandfather did this. It wasn’t until I was eighteen years old that my grandfather tattooed the ninth chain on the coffin, and then he mentioned my tattoo for the first time.

At that time, my father said to me: "Tao Zi, I know that you have always been at odds with me over the years because I tattooed your coffin, but you never asked me. This is something you agree with your father."

The temperament is quite similar."

"You are going to school tomorrow. I know that if you go out with your temper, you will probably never come back. Remember, when you are twenty, you must come back and let me make up the tenth rule for you.

Iron chain."

When my grandfather saw that I was silent, he said: "I won't tell you why I tattooed your coffin, just to let you come back. If you want to know the result, you come back. Do you understand?"

My father looked at me and nodded, and then said: "The skills I taught you must not be exposed in front of others. When I tattoo the tenth iron chain on you, you can do whatever you want. Before that, you will have suffered great grievances."

You can’t fight with others, understand?”

My father saw me nodding and let me go.

When I took the physical examination at school, I escaped because I didn't take off my clothes. However, the tattoo on my body has always been a worry for me.

I have always been curious as to why my father wanted to tattoo a coffin on my body.

Two years later, when I went back to see my father, he had reached the point where he was exhausted.

My dad also told me that my grandfather didn’t know anyone a few days ago and kept mumbling my name. He was holding on for a breath and waiting for me to come back.

I lay down in my grandfather's ear and called him softly. My grandfather opened his eyes: "You are back, take off your clothes and sit down! Everyone else, please go out!"

After I took off my clothes, I sat down with my back to my father.

I originally thought that my father was going to give me a tattoo, but unexpectedly, my father scratched me hard.

I only felt a burning pain from my neck to my waist, and blood started to flow downwards when I touched it with my hand.

My father sat on the kang and looked at me motionless: "I originally wanted to lock your life with an iron chain, but I changed my mind. The forced change is not your fate after all."

"If I disconnect the iron chain, something will come and kill you. I won't be able to hold my breath for long. I don't have time to tell you anything in detail."

"After I die, someone will come to you within a month. He will tell you everything. He will also teach you how to save your life within a year."

"If you don't die within a year, you will have to make your own way in the future. If you can't survive a year, come down and stay with me! This is your destiny. The Sun family has cut off its roots, and it can be considered finished.

Account settled."

My grandfather died after saying this. He didn't go peacefully, and he still frowned when he was buried.

I waited at home for a month, but no one came to see me. On the contrary, my injuries were healed.

The coffin on my back is still there, but there is a gap in the nine iron chains.

I have always felt that the words my grandfather said were hallucinations he had before his death. They must be talking nonsense.

But my dad said: Everything my father said is true! Let me wait with peace of mind for that person to come.
Chapter completed!