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.,Because it was dark at night and my vision was blurred, at first glance, I thought a poisonous centipede, about an inch thick, was lying on the coffin body, just about to jump up and bite.,And as if by fate, unexpected events began to pile up one after another.。