Chapter 910: Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin
It must have been Di Jinxuan who sat over, because Nangong Jin seemed to be in a pretty good mood. He dealt cards leisurely and lifted the corners of his mouth slowly, speaking indifferently, "You’re better off not knowing, after all, you’re still a child."
Gu Qibao: "..."
Damn it, she was about to become a mother and still being called a child my ass.
Di Mingjue suddenly got annoyed, glanced at Gu Qibao with disdain, and snorted, "It’s just a lousy dragon."
He’d just get a tattoo of one himself someday!
Gu Qibao pouted, "Aw, I’m just curious, that’s all."
Seeing Di Mingjue with a face full of black lines, Nangong Ran hurriedly and kindly explained to Gu Qibao, "My brother’s tattoo is called ’Nine Dragons Carrying the Coffin.’"
Upon hearing the name, Gu Qibao’s eyes widened, and she cursed in awe, "That name is so cool."
"It’s not about whether the name is cool," Nangong Ran pouted. "This tattoo isn’t ordinary."
"Is there a deeper meaning?" Di Xiaxia couldn’t help but interject.
"Yeah." Nangong Ran nodded, "It’s Yin-yang Embroidery, the Yang Embroidery."
Gu Qibao was puzzled, "What does that mean?"
"In simple terms," Nangong Ran began, "you can think of it as Feng Shui Embroidery. It’s primarily because my brother’s line of work requires this kind of tattoo to pacify things, got it?"
With that explanation, of course Gu Qibao understood. Although she might not fully comprehend it, she still got the gist of it.
Simply put, people involved in the gang life often go through pretty bloody situations, so many choose to get tattoos to suppress that bloodshed.
For example, some get tattoos of Guan Er-ye or Buddha and the like.
But this ’Nine Dragons Carrying the Coffin’ sounded undeniably badass.
Clearly, it surpassed the likes of Guan Er-ye and Buddha.
Just hearing it makes your blood boil, doesn’t it?
Gu Qibao swallowed and gave a thumbs up, "This is truly awesome."
"Indeed awesome." Di Xiaxia also swallowed and held up a thumbs up.
As soon as they finished speaking, both Di Mingzhe and Di Mingjue hummed simultaneously, casting extremely annoyed glances at Nangong Jin.
Nangong Jin touched his nose, looking innocent as hell. Damn it, stripping wasn’t his idea to begin with!
Now after he took off his clothes, he was the target of everyone’s contempt and disdain. Indeed, being a brother-in-law was truly not easy.
Woe is me, for being handsome.
Di Jinxuan, on the other hand, had heard everything and felt overwhelmed by the badassery of the tattoo’s name.
Without seeing the whole tattoo, it already sounded incredibly imposing; the name was simply unbeatable.
"That doesn’t mean you’ve got nine dragons tattooed on you, right?" Di Xiaxia asked with a face of bewilderment.
At the moment, Nangong Jin had bandages on, so it wasn’t clear, but if he really had nine dragons, that would be crazy.
Just the thought made it sound painful.
"Pfft..." Nangong Ran laughed, shook his head, and schooled them, "That’s not it. ’Nine Dragons Carrying the Coffin’ is the most virile of Yang Embroideries in Yin-yang Embroidery, rumored to be able to subdue petty spirits and ghosts.
There aren’t nine dragons, because ’Nine Dragons Carrying the Coffin’ doesn’t refer to having nine dragons. However, there is indeed a coffin."
Di Xiaxia’s eyes opened wide instantly, holy crap, this was simply—!
It was so awe-inspiringly badass, wasn’t it?
Who else would have a coffin tattooed on themselves?
That was just freaking dope.
Seeing Gu Qibao and Di Xiaxia inhaling sharply in shock, Nangong Ran continued proudly with his explanation, "It’s not as ominous as you think; the coffin is a golden one, held under the claws of the dragon. And since it’s said dragons have nine offspring, each a Divine Beast, it’s called ’Nine Dragons Carrying the Coffin.’"