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.,Wasn't he dead On the way to the army, the Mercedes-Benz he was driving collided head-on with a heavy truck. The truck directly crushed the Mercedes-Benz underneath it. In that situation, there was absolutely no chance of survival.,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.。