She wrinkled her nose. The air was thick with the stench of blood.,Walking out of the dilapidated temple, Ye Feiran cautiously surveyed the surroundings. After a moment's recollection, she realized this was Kyoto's most famous ghost street on the outskirts of the city.,Meanwhile, clover had quietly wound itself around Ye Hibiscus's black hair behind her back. The four leaves swayed constantly, hinting at excitement.。