lt;The Pocket Dimens

A large iron pot bubbled with stewing pig trotters, while another large iron pot stood on a three-tiered steamer rack, filled with plump white steamed buns.,Outside the village, on the embankment of a canal, three teenage boys were beating up a thin boy of thirteen or fourteen.,Yan Xiaoshi closed his eyes, sighing that even being a ghost was hard work. Suddenly, with no warning, a flurry of punches and kicks landed on him. This time, the pain was very clear.。