At the village's edge, in a dilapidated grass temple, a woman with washed-out clothes patched countless times stood behind the stove, wielding a chipped spatula.,Another round of punches and kicks landed on Yan Xiaosi. After a moment, Yan Xiaosi lay on the ground, unable to move.,Just now, when this broom star didn't lie on the ground, it scared him out of his wits.。