lt;White Bone Demong

At this moment, neither of them spoke, their eyes fixed on the white lacquer coffin in the pit.,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.,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.。