lt;White Bone Demong

Chenpi was a few years younger than Zhuanzi, thin and timid, with no backbone. Zhuanzi led Chenpi into the pit, then spat several times into his palm. In the darkness, the two used shovels to pry open the coffin nails. It took them a lot of effort, working together before they finally managed to heave open the lid.,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.,Meow, under the night on the grave mound, I don't know from which grass pile it sprang out a head of black hair, hungry green-eyed feral cat actually ran to the grave mound to find corpses to eat.。