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.,At this moment, neither of them spoke, their eyes fixed on the white lacquer coffin in the pit.,Because the deceased person's throat is blocked with resentment that cannot be swallowed, and cats are yin in nature, when the two clash, it is guaranteed to cause an ominous omen of a corpse being faked.。