Time was of the essence, Ye Hixian abruptly sat up, her blood-stained hands fiercely striking the burly man's neck.,Suddenly, a night wind blew, Ye Hidan's nose twitched, a hint of joy flickered in his heart, and he took strides into the haunted house on the east side of Ghost Street.,Ye Hisui discovered nothing, her brows furrowed as she murmured softly, "Strange, why do I always feel like someone is following me"。