lt;White Bone Demong

At this moment, neither of them spoke, their eyes fixed on the white lacquer coffin in the pit.,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.,And as if by fate, unexpected events began to pile up one after another.。