Walking out of the dilapidated temple, Ye Hidan cautiously surveyed her surroundings. A quick search of her memory revealed that this was Kyoto's outskirts most famous ghost street.,She didn't know that a four-leaf clover, about the height of her finger, was hopping quietly after her.,Yè Hísǎn discovered nothing, furrowed her brows and softly murmured, "Strange, I always feel like someone is following me"。