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.,No sooner had Zhuanzi's words left his mouth than the wild cat that had jumped into the white coffin suddenly stopped moving. It stared fixedly at the two people outside the coffin, its emerald-green eyes filled with coldness and numbness.,With a shout, Chen Pi, who had been frightened earlier, suddenly found his courage. He picked up a stone he had dug out while robbing the grave and smashed it at the wildcat that had jumped into the coffin.。