Time was of the essence, Ye Hixian suddenly sat up, her blood-stained hands fiercely striking the big man's neck.,Stepping out of the dilapidated temple, Ye Feiran cautiously surveyed her surroundings. After a moment's thought, she recognized this as Kyoto's most notorious ghost street on the outskirts of the city.,Whenever Ye Hisai turned her head to look back, the clovers would immediately hide themselves, not revealing a single trace of their presence.。