She wrinkled her nose, the air thick with a cloying smell of blood.,Soon, the two arrived before Ye Hishui. The dark dilapidated temple was illuminated by torches.,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.。