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.,The deeper you go, the more pungent the smell of medicine in the air becomes.,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.。
