Time was of the essence, Ye Hixian abruptly sat up, her blood-stained hands fiercely striking the burly man's neck.,Stepping out of the dilapidated temple, Ye Feiran cautiously surveyed the surroundings. A quick search of her memory revealed that this was Kyoto's most notorious ghost street on the outskirts of the city.,Finally, she reached out and brushed off some grass clippings from her robe. She glanced around with beautiful eyes and politely said, "Thank you!"。