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.,And the woman's body in the white coffin showed no black spots or lividity, nor did it have a stench. Instead, there was a faint but pleasant scent of musk, as if she had died only a few days ago and probably hadn't even reached the seventh day since her death.,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.。