She wrinkled her nose. The air was thick with the stench of blood.,Without delay, Ye Hisheng abruptly sat up, her blood-stained hands striking the burly man's neck with force.,Emerging from the dilapidated temple, Ye Feidan cautiously surveyed her surroundings. A quick scan of her memory confirmed that this was Kyoto's most notorious ghost street on the outskirts of the city.。