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.,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.,"When it comes to the dead, this north slope is a graveyard. The very ground we're standing on is filled with buried corpses and skeletons."。