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.,Then, under the coaxing and threats of the thug, Chen Pi, with his trousers and sleeves covered in mud, climbed out of the grave and trembled as he went to help the woman corpse inside the white coffin.,This beast stood right on the corpse's chest, completely still, staring straight at the two living people beside the coffin.。