Stepping out of the dilapidated temple, Ye Feiran cautiously surveyed the surroundings. A quick search through her memories revealed that this was Kyoto's most notorious ghost street on the outskirts of the city.,She didn't know that a four-leaf clover, no taller than her finger, was bouncing along silently, following right behind her.,Yè Hísǎn found nothing, her brows furrowed as she murmured softly, "Strange, I always feel like someone is following me"。