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.,And the woman's body in the white coffin showed no black spots or lividity, nor did it have a stench. Instead, there was a faint but pleasant scent of musk, as if she had died only a few days ago and probably hadn't even reached the seventh day since her death.,Meow, under the night on the grave mound, I don't know from which grass pile it sprang out a head of black hair, hungry green-eyed feral cat actually ran to the grave mound to find corpses to eat.。