lt;The Pocket Dimens

In the evening, at dusk. The Bookworm's Pavilion (),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.。