At this time, the grand house of the Yan family, built with blue bricks and covered in red tiles, was filled with the aroma of cooking. Smoke rose from its kitchen chimneys as two maidservants and a matron bustled about preparing meals for their masters.,Thinking about it, Yan Xiaosi had no choice but to often go to the pond a mile away from the village to catch fish and roast them for eating. So he ran out of the village.,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.。