Douluo: My Wuhun is actually myself

There are two most important cities in the Kingdom of Barak.

One is the capital city of Barak, where King Kundla of Barak lives. It is the central hub of politics and economy of the entire Kingdom of Barak.

The other city is Soto City, which is located in the center of the Lima Plain, the most fertile land in the Kingdom of Barak, and is known as the granary of Barak.

Soto City is a large city, heavily guarded and the top priority of the entire Barak Kingdom.

The Wuhun Hall here is configured as the third level Wuhun Main Hall, which shows its importance.

It's summer, and the sun is blazing.

But the scorching sun did not affect the excitement of Soto City.

Patrolling soldiers, shouting vendors, and a steady stream of pedestrians can be seen everywhere on the streets.

But to say that the most lively place in Soto City is the Soto Great Soul Fighting Arena located in the center of Soto City.

The Soul Fighting Field is a place that can only be owned at the main city level. It can be said to be a symbol of the strength of a city or even a country.

The Soto Grand Fighting Arena located in the center of Soto City is a huge building with a height of a hundred meters away. It is bustling with activity whether it is day or night.

Especially at night, with bright lights and colorful lights, the Soto Fighting Soul Building is like a giant beast waking up, bursting out with infinite vitality.

The soul fighting arena, as the name suggests, is where soul masters fight for martial souls.

Here, you sign a contract, life or death depends on your destiny, it all depends on your ability.

Therefore, the casualties in the spirit fighting arena were also very huge.

Being slaughtered in the ring is normal.

Countless soul masters die there every day.

Therefore, the coffin shop on the corner of the street near the main entrance of the Grand Arena came into being.

Compared to the bustle of other shops, the coffin shop there was obviously much deserted.

Everyone knows that coffins are used to hold corpses.

In addition to rigid needs, people with not strong tastes will not be bored enough to visit such a store.

The owner of the shop, whose nickname is Song Yidao, is in his forties. He has dark skin and an ordinary appearance, but he talks very funny.

Making coffins is Song Yidao's specialty. Almost all the coffins in the coffin shop are made by him.

In addition to him, the coffin shop also employs a clerk who is seventeen or eighteen years old. He wears black overalls and laughs at everyone, making people suspect that he has serious mental problems.

At this moment, the man in black was smiling and cleaning the non-existent dust on the coffin with a feather duster.

The boss, Song Yidao, was sorting out the orders that came from the Great Soul Fighting Arena yesterday.

But Boss Song didn't know a few Chinese characters, and it was quite difficult for him to frown as he looked at the few words on the order.

"Song Wuque!"

He shouted without raising his head, startling the guy who had been smiling.

When there was no response, the impatient Boss Song shouted at the top of his lungs again: "Song Wuque, Song Wuque, where did he die? Get out of here! Hurry up."

"Dad, your voice is too loud. I'm sitting next to you, and your voice can even be heard by the soul masters who are fighting in the big soul fighting arena." The young man complained.

The boy was young, about thirteen or fourteen years old.

Compared to his father's dark face, Song Que looked very delicate, with a pair of charming peach blossom eyes under his sword-shaped eyebrows.

His nose is strong and his lips are pretty.

If the neighbors hadn't known that Boss Song had a beautiful and virtuous wife, others would have suspected that Song Que was the baby that Boss Song had stolen from somewhere.

"Then you are obviously right next to me, why don't you respond to me? What's wrong? Do you miss the girl from the Wang family next door?" Boss Song said.

"Uh, dad, the Wang family girl looks so similar to you, do you think I can like her? Do you think I'm crazy too." Song Wuque smiled, and he had two shallow dimples when he smiled.

"Stop talking nonsense and look at this order for me." Song Yidao handed the order to his son without arguing with him.

Song Wuque took the list, looked at the dozen words on it, and read it out loud.

"10 mahogany coffins and 20 nanmu coffins, delivery time: May 5."

Today is the 18th, and there are still two days until the 20th, so there is enough time.

It is not bragging to say that making coffins is Song Yidao's unique skill. At his peak, Boss Song could produce 50 coffins a day by himself. He was definitely a real unique skill.

It's not that Boss Song's martial soul is like a coffin. When Boss Song was 6 years old, his martial soul awakening failed and his soul power level was 0, making him just like an ordinary civilian.

Different from Song Yidao, when Song Wuque awakened his martial soul at the age of 6, he awakened a three-inch long dagger with an innate soul power of level 7, which was considered a relatively good weapon martial soul.

Today, 14-year-old Song Wuque is studying at Soto Intermediate Soul Master Academy and is a level 22 combat weapon soul master.

Because Song Wuque became a soul master, the business of the coffin shop was much better than before. The monthly profit was about five or six gold soul coins, plus Song Wuque could get it from Wuhun Palace every month. With a subsidy of ten gold soul coins, the life of Song Wuque's family is pretty good.

You know, one gold soul coin can support an ordinary family of three for two or three months. The Song family, who earns 15 gold soul coins a month, can be considered a relatively wealthy family.

"Dad, if I have nothing to do, I will go home first. After dinner, I have to go to school." Song Wuque handed the order back to Boss Song and said.

"Go, go, go!" Song Yidao waved his hand as if to ward off flies.

Song Wuque didn't care, he was used to it.

"Brother Afu, I'm leaving." Song Wuque said to the guy who kept smiling.

Ah Fu smiled again, showing his white teeth: "Master, walk slowly."

Song Wuque packed up his belongings and left the coffin shop called [Lifting Coffins to Make a Fortune].

After walking for about five or six minutes, Song Wuque returned home.

Call as soon as you enter the door.

"Mom, I'm so hungry. Have you cooked yet?"

"It's almost ready. Just go wash your hands and wait." A gentle voice sounded in the kitchen, and then a head popped out.

The woman was in her thirties, and her facial features were somewhat similar to Song Wuque's.

This is none other than Song Wuque’s mother, Zhu Xiaoyun.

According to Boss Song, his wife is the daughter of a wealthy family. As for why she married him, an ordinary-looking coffin man, Boss Song’s original words to his son are as follows: I am actually very handsome, but I am just handsome. It's not obvious enough, and your mother just discovered how handsome I am.

After hearing this, Song Wuque called his father so shameless.

"Okay, Mom." Song Wuque responded, pushed straight to his bedroom, walked in, pulled out the chair in front of the desk and sat down.

He crossed his legs, closed his eyes, leaned on the chair and hummed a tune.

After a few seconds, Song Wuque opened his eyes again and found a thick book on the desk.

He was pretty sure the book hadn't been available yesterday.

"Did mom buy me a new book again?" Song Wuque picked up the book, a little confused.

He took the book, walked out of the bedroom, came to the kitchen, and asked: "Mom, is this the new book you bought for me?"

Zhu Xiaoyun looked back at his son and the book in his hands, smiled and shook his head: "No, maybe your dad bought it for you."

"Oh~" After hearing that it was not his mother who bought it, Song Wuque walked back to the bedroom, sat down on the chair again, and opened the thick book.

The first thing that caught Song Wuque's eyes was the title of this book.

Book title: "Douluo Dalu"

Song Wuque turned to the first page in confusion.

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