lt;White Bone Demong

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.,And as if by fate, unexpected events began to pile up one after another.,The little boy was so nervous his heart was in his throat, but by the time he reached out, it was too late. The wild cat had nimbly leaped into the white coffin and jumped onto the corpse.。