Time was of the essence, Ye Hixian abruptly sat up, her blood-stained hands striking the burly man's neck with a sickening thud.,Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew, Ye Hirai's nose twitched, a hint of joy appeared in her heart, and she stepped into the ghost house on the east side of Ghost Street.,Meanwhile, clover had silently entwined itself in Ye Hisui's jet-black hair at her back. The four leaves trembled constantly, faintly revealing their excitement.。