A Thunderbolt in the clear sky (1)

The Xia qingchen of this moment naturally didn't feel any fear.

Even if there were hundreds of coffins in front of him.

He had found old Liu's coffin shop in the Northwest of the city.

"Who died in your family?" An old man with sparse hair asked without even turning around. He was currently lying on the coffin lid and carving the patterns.

no one from my clan died, " Xia qingchen replied. but the people from the Zhou clan have all died.

Creak-

The old man's hand slipped, and the wooden stick in his hand shifted, leaving a long mark on the exquisite vein line.

He turned around and looked at Xia qingchen, ""Young man, who are you to the Zhou family?"

The only ones who knew that he was in contact with the Zhou family were the head of the Zhou family and a few other direct descendants.

Ordinary people would never come to his coffin shop and talk about the Zhou family.