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.,"When it comes to the dead, this north slope is a graveyard. The very ground we're standing on is filled with buried corpses and skeletons.",Whether or not this rumor is true, in this situation, it's better to believe it exists than not.。