At this moment, neither of them spoke, their eyes fixed on the white lacquer coffin in the pit.,Just now, Chen Pi was scared by the black stitches on the neck of the female corpse.,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.。