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.,It turned out to be a head that had been severed and then sewn back together.,If he hadn't been so scared that his legs went weak, and hadn't recovered yet, Chen Pi would definitely have to marvel at how beautiful this dead woman was.。