lt;White Bone Demong

Chen Pi's two lips trembled and quivered as he spoke.,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.,Second, the vital energy of the living cannot be lent to the dead;。