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 frail and delicate female corpse looked unexpectedly heavy. Chen Pi failed to lift it for the first time, tumbling backward and nearly landing headfirst into the coffin.,"Don't you run for your life right now! Damn it, stop messing with the corpses and coffin boards. Are you really stupid, Chen Pi, or are you deliberately acting crazy to fool me!"。