Soon, the two arrived before Ye Hixian. The pitch-black dilapidated temple was illuminated by torches.,Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew, Ye Hidi twitched her nose, a hint of joy appeared in her heart, and she took steps into the ghost house on the east side of Ghost Street.,Everything felt off. Ye Hishui couldn't help but feel a surge of caution. She scanned her surroundings silently, detecting no signs of life.。