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.,Then, to everyone's surprise, Zhuanzi leaped with astonishing agility. It turned out he was a master martial artist in disguise! He planted his feet firmly on either side of the coffin lid in a classic horse stance, ready to disinter the corpse.,No sooner had Zhuanzi's words left his mouth than the wild cat that had jumped into the white coffin suddenly stopped moving. It stared fixedly at the two people outside the coffin, its emerald-green eyes filled with coldness and numbness.。