lt;The Pocket Dimens

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.,He suddenly opened his eyes wide, two cold beams shooting from his pupils. He saw the three little ghosts charging toward him and swung his fist. He furrowed his brow, rolled to the ground, and quickly dodged their attack. Then, he swiftly picked up three pebbles, aimed for their knees, and flung them with all his might.。