Lin Haoran wanted to struggle against the little ghost's teasing, but his limbs were grabbed and yanked about like noodles, leaving him with no strength to resist. He could only sway along with the little ghost as it pushed him on a swing.,Villagers in homespun short shirts carried farm produce past him, casting sideways glances his way, their eyes twinkling with amusement. He could still hear the fading chatter of their conversation.,This is undoubtedly a body full of vitality, with a liver untouched by the poison of alcohol, lungs unstained by smoke, and kidneys not emptied. All functions are so healthy.。