As soon as the door opened, a large group of men and horses began to pour in, and all of them had fierce faces and menacing faces.

It's just that from the way they dress, they don't look like Han Chinese.

A large group of people rushed in and instantly filled the courtyard of my house, and then I saw a carriage parked at the door.

It was a very old horse-drawn carriage, with a handlebar style for driving the car, and the clothes I wore reminded me of my godfather, because their clothes were exactly the same.

After the carriage came to a stop, two men stood around the carriage, and then a gray-haired old man stepped out of the carriage.

The old man had a wooden staff in his hand, and this one was a head taller than him. He stepped out of the carriage with the help of the two of them, and strode out into the courtyard.

His face was wrinkled and he looked old. He stood in the middle of the courtyard, looked around with his eyes, and finally landed on me.

"Your name is Changshan?" The old man asked. His Chinese is not very pure, with a strong bone accent.

"It's me!" I nodded, judging from the clothes of these people, they should be the godfather's nation - the bone clan.

"Hmm!" The old man nodded, waved his hand to the person next to him, and someone came over and set up a brazier, and then lit firewood in the brazier.

The old man took two steps forward, began to mate something to the brazier, and saw the flames suddenly burn very violently. Then the old man took out a piece of animal skin from his body and threw it in the brazier.

The burning flame was immediately replaced by black smoke, billowing black smoke rising up.

The old man stood in the black smoke and raised the wooden staff in his hand, and then he let out a loud roar from the already dark night sky.

Suddenly, I felt a cold wind roll up all around me, and all the cold wind was converging towards the brazier.

At this moment, the old man raised the wooden staff in his hand again and waved it in mid-air.

"Ah......h A dark shadow appeared inside.

The dark shadow knelt down as soon as he saw the old man, and then they began to talk in the words of the Bone Clan. After a few words, the shadow stood up and suddenly turned to me and spoke:

"Changshan, it's me!"

As soon as I heard this voice, tears immediately flowed down my eyes, it was the voice of my godfather. My godfather also died to save me.

"Godfather? Is that you? I asked out loud.

"It's me! Time is tight, listen to me, I can save your life! Godfather's tone was anxious, "Your ancestor has been a champion, when the emperor gave a pen to your ancestor, this pen is an eight-character cinnabar judge pen, your father used this pen to write the wrong word, violated the taboo!" You remember, as long as you find this one, the high priest has a way to save you......"

When the godfather said this, the breath in the black smoke was unstable, and the black shadow began to speak intermittently.

"You, believe in the High Priest, He has a way to save you......"

After saying this, the black shadow immediately disappeared. The black smoke began to drift away with the wind in all directions, and the brazier re-ignited its flames.

"Eight-character cinnabar judge pen, can you find it?" The High Priest looked at me and asked.

I don't know how to answer.

"Eight-character cinnabar judge pen, Chang Shan, it turns out that this pen is in your house!" Zhang Qiyun let out an exclamation behind him, obviously he knew the origin of this judge's pen.

"I, I don't know!" I shook my head.

"Since it's not hard to find in your house, your father should have used it to write a lot! Find out! Zhang Qiyun immediately ran towards his father's study.

When we arrived at my father's study, we found that there was no pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"Ah...... I remembered that on the night my mother-in-law died, he said that it was the four treasures of the study that harmed my family, and he fell on the inkstone in anger and burned the pen and paper! The mother said in a lost voice.

"How so?" Zhang Qiyun was shocked.

This hard-won chance to survive was lost in a blink of an eye!

"No, the eight-character cinnabar judge's pen is a magic weapon, and the magic weapon will not be destroyed so easily! Perhaps, he didn't burn all the pens! ”

Master Qingyuan said on the side.

"Makes sense, makes sense! Let's take a closer look! Zhang Qiyun hurriedly said. So, everyone began to scramble in the study.

However, I searched all the corners of the study that could be found, but I didn't find a single brush.

This time, everyone believed that the pen would not be found.

The courtyard was full of people, and I walked out and shook my head at the high priest of the Bone Clan, who was already sitting in the courtyard, indicating that I couldn't find it.

His old face was instantly filled with disappointment, "Look again, look again!" It's your life! ”

"It's useless! My dad burned all his pens! I shook my head feebly.

At this moment, the mother suddenly exclaimed: "No, not all pens, there is still one, and there is another!" ”

My mother suddenly ran into my room and took out a box.

She ran out of breath, and said as she handed me the box: "This pen used to belong to your father, and then with you, when you were one year old, you won this pen, and I put it away in your room!" I just don't know if this is the pen you're looking for! ”

I quickly opened the box, and sure enough, there was a brush inside, the brush barrel was vermilion, and the tip of the pen was pitch black, no different from an ordinary brush.

"There's still a pen left, but I don't know if it's the eight-character cinnabar judge pen!" I handed it to the High Priest of the Bone Clan.

He didn't take it from my hand, then looked at Zhang Qiyun and Master Qingyuan behind me, and then said in stiff Chinese:

"I can't see it, you let them see it!"

Hearing this, I turned around, and at this time Zhang Qiyun had already walked in front of me, and he said to me:

"The Taoist ritual is about the blessing of the practitioner with his own skills! Whether this pen is an eight-character cinnabar judge pen, just try it with cinnabar to know! ”

After Zhang Qiyun finished speaking, he took out the cinnabar from the black box he carried, then held the cinnabar in the palm of his hand, put the brush on the cinnabar, and silently recited the mantra in his mouth.

At this time, a strange thing happened, and I saw that all the cinnabar in Zhang Qiyun's hand had dissipated, and the black tip of the brush had turned golden.

When Zhang Qiyun saw this situation, he was immediately overjoyed, and said to me: "Changshan, this pen is the eight-character cinnabar judge pen!" ”

I also rejoiced in my heart, and secretly said, "I am saved!" ”

"Since this is the eight-character judge cinnabar pen, then without further ado, save Chang Shan's life, now it is just over an hour away!" Master Qingyuan, who was behind me, reminded loudly.

"Good!" The high priest said a few words to the group of bone people behind him that we could not understand, and then we saw someone go out, and then four people came in carrying a bamboo basket, and in the bamboo basket was a small black pig.

The high priest of the bone clan went over, cut a bloody hole on the little black pig's ear, then took the blood with a bowl, came over with a knife, and walked in front of me, "Your blood is also in it!" ”

I hesitated, but then took the knife and made a bloody cut on my finger, then placed the blood in the bowl and handed it to the high priest.

Zhang Qiyun leaned close to my ear and whispered, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the bone clan's pig-catching magic technique, but I've always heard that people are used as stand-ins before!" ”

After hearing Zhang Qiyun say this, I couldn't help but whisper: "Is this method really effective?" ”

"Why don't you give it a try!" Zhang Qiyun said.

At this time, someone shaved off a piece of hair on the back of the little black pig, and then the high priest said to Zhang Qiyun: "You, go and write Changshan's birthday!" With the eight-character cinnabar judge pen! ”

Zhang Qiyun nodded when he heard this, walked to the back of the little black pig, and wrote my birthday with an eight-character cinnabar judge pen.

"Changshan, you remember, wait a while, you are it, it is you! As long as the ritual is complete, you can live if it dies! After the high priest finished speaking, he was about to do the law, but he heard Zhang Qiyun, who was holding the eight-character cinnabar judge pen in his hand, say loudly:

"No, this is not right, doing this still can't save Chang Shan!"