"The Yan family is so wealthy, why don't they give the widow and orphans of the third branch a good life They live in that dilapidated straw hut at the end of the village. In summer, they don't avoid the sun, and in winter, they don't avoid the snow. It's really pitiful to look at.",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.。