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.,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.,“Brother Chuanzi, didn't you tell me to smash it Now, what are we going to do”。