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.,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.。