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.,“You ask me how I know, as if I'm her father. Anyway, since we're already here, let's just get on with it. Come down and help me pry open the coffin. Let's finish this quickly and get out of this creepy graveyard.”,Chen Pi, who was more timid, was so scared that he fell straight into the grave.。