lt;White Bone Demong

In this chilly spring, the wind on the river is as sharp as a knife. The mountains disappear in ten thousand hues, like withered graves.,The night temperature was very low, even I could see my own white breath. Inside the white coffin, the woman didn't look old, she was in her prime, wearing a burial shroud, with a waist like willow branches and a flat belly, not like she was pregnant. Yet there was a circle of black stitching on her neck.,Because the deceased person's throat is blocked with resentment that cannot be swallowed, and cats are yin in nature, when the two clash, it is guaranteed to cause an ominous omen of a corpse being faked.。