"Changshan, Changshan......" someone called my name, and the voice sounded like a child.

"Who could it be?" I was very puzzled in my heart, but now I heard the voice closer, and this voice seemed familiar, I couldn't help but poke my head out of the coffin and look, there was a lamp outside the mourning hall, and there was no one in the air.

"Who?" I couldn't help but ask. It's a child's voice, maybe it's a little friend next door.

"Crunch ......" suddenly and slowly opened the door of the mourning hall, and the door pointed to a person, wearing blue-gray clothes, who looked like a teenager.

"Changshan, come out!" He waved at me.

I looked at him carefully, making sure I hadn't seen him before. But, for some reason, I felt very familiar with his appearance, and he was very kind.

"Perhaps, we've met, but I can't remember it!" I thought to myself. He was still calling me, "What are you calling me for?" I asked.

He had a familiar smile on his face, still waving at me, "You come out, come out quickly!" ”

"Oh!" I nodded, got up from the coffin, and thought to myself, "He might have something to do with me!" ”

He gives me a sense of intimacy and I want to trust him.

I walked from the mourning hall to the door, and I saw him clearly, he was about the same height as me, and he was wearing a blue-gray dress.

However, when I walked into him, I noticed a blood-red birthmark on his forehead. And at that moment the birthmark was very much like a nail.

In an instant, I remembered what my father had told me about before I was born.

I was my father's fourth child, and before that, my father had three children who had died mysteriously. After the death of the first child, there were traces of coffin nails left on the head, and every subsequent dead baby will have them. According to the description, the child still has a knife mark on his leg, but at the moment, he can't see it clearly with his clothes.

"Chang Shan, let's go, I'll take you to a place!" He looked at me and said.

"I'm not going!" I hurriedly replied, turned around and prepared to run into the house. Then, out of nowhere, he appeared in front of me and blocked my way.

"You come with me! Hurry up! "He glared at me with a fierce look. With that, he reached out and grabbed me.

Suddenly, a figure could not run in the darkness, and the figure suddenly appeared in front of me, like a gust of wind. I was startled by the sudden arrival of a figure.

With the appearance of this figure, the young man in Tsing Yi disappeared. I hurriedly looked up at the figure walking by. This head immediately frightened the whole body cold, and the body went limp, and he sat directly on the ground.

"Grandma'......"

The person standing in front of me at this moment is none other than my dead grandmother. She stood in front of me like a statue, her gray eyes shining with death.

Wasn't grandma taken out by Zhang Qiyun? Why did you come back again......

I was slumped on the floor, my head was blank, and my lips trembled, not knowing what to do.

Grandma stiffened and stood in front of me, and then, she moved.

She left me like a living person, walked towards my house, entered the mourning hall, and lay herself in the coffin......

"Boom......" A thunderclap rang out in the sky.

Hearing this thunder in great fear made me collapse in an instant.

"Changshan, Changshan......" The voice came from behind again. I sat down on the ground and looked back. In the darkness, a young man dressed in blue clothes was waving at me.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the night seemed like day for a moment.

I saw the young man in blue clothes, with blood-red nail eyes on his forehead, and by the light of lightning, I could even see the scars all over his body......

"Changshan, Changshan......" he was still calling me, waving at me not far from me.

I only felt a cold sweat enveloping my whole body, and I stood up all of a sudden, turned around and ran into the house, and ran directly into the mourning hall.

"Boom ......"

It was as if God was angry at this time, and the thunder was rolling and the lightning was not stopping.

I rushed into the mourning hall, almost fell next to the coffin, turned my head to look outside, and the night was full of lightning, light and darkness, and the whole world was plunged into terror.

Like a hook, the lightning fell directly into the mourning hall from mid-air, and I suddenly remembered that my dead grandmother had walked into the mourning hall with her eyes open and was lying in the coffin, and I was leaning against the coffin at the moment.

Frightened, I slowly looked up. The coffin was above, I was below, and when I looked up, I saw a pair of gray-white eyes, staring at the ...... with a dead breath

Those eyes belonged to my grandmother, and I had seen her lying in the coffin, and I don't know when, for what reason, she sat up again.

I felt my blood chill all over my body...... Grandma's gray-white eyes seemed to penetrate my body, tearing me apart.

I woke up in a thunderstorm, I couldn't stay here anymore, and my grandmother, who couldn't believe it, was still the one who loved me and loved me.

I rushed out of the door like crazy, and just as I had just stepped on one foot outside the door, a familiar voice came again in the boundless darkness:

"Changshan, Changshan......"

In the dark, a young man in blue clothes with blood-red nail eyes on his forehead was waving at me.

The horror was so great that my whole body almost collapsed, and I sat on the ground against the door, and fear burned in despair.

The thunder continued, and strange noises were heard in the darkness.

The sound of "da, da......" came from far and near, and it was very clear in the dark night and between the thunder.

I saw a faint light, getting brighter and brighter, with a clattering sound, approaching me.

I finally saw clearly, a horse came in the dark. Then, sitting on horseback appeared to be a scarecrow.

The tall black horse came to my door, and a figure jumped out of front of me.

"Tsuneyama......" he began.

When I heard this voice, I felt like a drowning child grasping at a straw that saved my life.

I stood up all of a sudden and shouted, "Godfather, is that you?" ”

After getting the prepared reply, I rushed into his arms.

Godfather, a medicine picker in the mountains, rarely goes down the mountain, he wears an old robe, and looks like a scarecrow.

Anyway, at this moment, I have met a living, real person.

With the appearance of the godfather, the young man in Tsing Yi in the dark disappeared.

The thunder continued, and footsteps began to be heard in the distance. Zhang Qiyun came back with a group of trotters, and when he saw me standing at the door, he was taken aback:

"How did you get out?"

"I ......" I didn't know how to say it clearly for a while, I just pointed to the inside of the mourning hall, sitting in the coffin, and the corpse with open eyes for Zhang Qiyun to see.

Seeing this, Zhang Qiyun strode into the mourning hall, his face sinking like water, "Sure enough, I ran back!" ”

After he finished speaking, he took out a brush from the black box he was carrying, lit it in a bowl, and then put a stack of yellow paper in the bowl and put it on his grandmother's forehead, and the body slowly collapsed.

However, the body lay in the coffin for only a moment, and suddenly sat up again. And the bowl that Zhang Qiyun put on his forehead fell directly to the ground, and it was shattered with a "snap".

"It's too late!" Zhang Qiyun spoke, and immediately said to the people around him: "Prepare firewood and cremate on the spot!" ”

"Changshan, I can't stay at home for a long time, you have to come with me, I will find a way to save your life!" Godfather said to me.

The godfather's name is Achamo, not a Han Chinese, but a bone clan in the mountains behind Long Gongqing, and his father once said that the bone clan is a very mysterious and powerful nation.

I hadn't spoken yet, but I heard Zhang Qiyun say coldly: "Where do you want to take him?" ”

The godfather glanced at Zhang Qiyun and said impatiently: "Don't worry about it!" ”

"The five emperors are taboo, and the hundred ghosts are entangled and cannot be at peace, on this night of thunder and lightning, you want to take him away, what is An's intention?" Zhang Qiyun's tone was serious.

"Zhang Qiyun, I have heard of your name and know that you have some skills. However, you can't help with Changshan's affairs! ”